The window

Outside the classroom window, despite the heavy rain pouring into leaves still slowly appear.

Remember last week, that is just out of new bud, the thin trunk in the sun, bare window is still transparent, trees or usual tree.

Again, o before succumbed to the impulse of float yellow leaves, branches of the impatient with a trembling, the ant also worry that fell by earthquakes. But now in the shuttle to come and go in with new clothes quietly. Afraid to lose the original Lin however. Back to the god, but resolutely installed in childen raindrops stay down.

Only through the new leaves the leaves of the sun, June, is selfless for the next years of germination... Maintain the near that couldn't catch the suddenly, but deeply adapted to worry. Society is colorful, but background but dark mold. The so-called "serve the people" have made the difference in the big, chilling,...... 0.1 billion people question? They braved the national emblem of rust, wantonly asleep. So will one day, under will expire and frame, metamorphic and replacement! ... Some smile, because, this feeling is more than for now I.

The window light reflected me ashamed, might want to put the "excuses" real as excuses.

After this, everyone also spread. No rules no moment of scattered, can this classroom still continue its function! Also good not deserted... It as a witness, the testimony of our bitterness sweet acerbity; It as a friend, accompanying each day by day... If it all so. Our window, I to it gently sigh: fail many success is not far away. ­