Never more beatutiful
A sunny autumn morning , she wakes up earlier than usual . With sunshine sifting through windows dazzling her eyes , she feels all freshly , the sporadical chirms of birds outside haste her to get up . She rushs over the window stretching her hands comfortably , opens the window widely inhaling the fresh air greedly . ” what a nice day ! ” she thinks cheerfully staring at fields where golden rice are dancing in the breeze . A unconscious surge of excitement gush up from her heart , she feels her face searing from pulse .
She rushs downstair out of the gate impatiently , and runs over onto the ridge of field joining the bash of sea of the gold rice . Her skirt is some wet with the dews sprinkled by waving rice , though some cool come onto her skin , her face beams reddening as the rising red sun . the fragrance of the earth mixing with the sweet of the rice heave her breast high as if she want to breathe in all the delicious air .
Obviously , she loves rural life , of which somebody think very boring , but for her , she never feels lonely and boring ,she has so much friends , the forest , the plants ,the fields , the birds , the animal . the way Communicating with her friends , which many people think it unbelievable , but she knows all it’s real as long as you put your heart in it . Speaking with them with heart , feeling them with heart , contacting with them by heart …
Many times , she dreams that she flys in the sky like a bird resting on the twig whenever feels tired and flitting through the sea of green lush forest whenever feels energetic, fleeting down and up the grand mountains , sometimes pecking little fishes in the clear water .
“Hi , sun is up high , the light is always in your bed , get up , darling ! ” her mummy high-pitch voice echoes in her bedroom searing her ears . ” you spoil my beautiful dream ” , she grumbles gloomly while she is busy with preparation for leaving for her office . ” what another boring day ” she thinks to herself.