saleisha’s happy life

The friend, the most beautiful one meets in life
Say years are a hurried book. In this is hurried, there are many things, have no enough time to consider carefully, have no enough time to ponder, seem to remember silent backfalling from the figer tip in succession. Those attempt to want to remember forever, the person unwilling to forget, all of a sudden finding, that lost person no longer keeps thinking about too. Just know, in fact the life, it is one that is being sought constantly, the course of forgetting constantly. And we of all living things, in this great magnetic field of the life, are all the stride hurriedly.
Exactly hurriedly, seeing youing for at yesterday off, welcome I for today, make us have more wiping the shoulder and meeting such. And the meeting of the friend, should open the most beautiful flower in the scenery in life.
The feeling meeting is a kind of artistic conception beautiful, let people carry away so.
Such as a wisp of fresh breeze, stroke you silently, press close to you. Make you feel the silk silk tenderness, regard as memory simply. As it always goes, the friendship between gentleman appears indifferent but is pure like water, should always have a kind of gentle warmth in the heart. If you are a pond of lake water, then, the friend is that gracefull burden that bursts forth. She is exceedingly fascinating and charming, the figure shaking slightly in many carriages, always carve on your eye. The smiling face like her sunshine, always print the most beautiful appearance in your heart. Even if torrential rain attack, she sad to cover up at all either in a at heart one, drip dripping clear tears, backfall to you unprincipledly. Because she knows, you are forgiving to her. Even if you always separate the distance between a flower, never influence her in your heart all the time. You can always give to her permanently and moistly.
Such as a stream of clear spring, the affection that always has the gurgle trickles. Flow trickling sluggishly and thinly, of long standing and well established. Meet difficulty in him, when being unsatisfactory, you are his best listener. The tone is impassioned, let the mountain follow to seethe with excitement too, make the bird up to a sound of singing too; There is no language to hang low, pour out and think fondly of to green leaves like the dewdrop. You do not need to open one’s mouth, his worry has already surged in your heart. An expression in one’s eyes deeply concerned, ” the friend, don’t cry ” in a strong embrace, one —Has one kind loved, can let you not injured ….. Friend, don’t cry, I am still the home of your soul; Friend, don’t cry, it in the human society, there is the chasing of too much ignorant infatuation to believe one’s own way, yours is bitter, I have thoughts and feelings too; Friend, don’t cry, I have been in the deepest place of your soul all the time. Friend, don’t cry, I accompany you not to be lonely, people
In the sea, it is rare to have several wholehearted friends, this feeling, please mind. Have already made the haze that he saves for a long time incline and carving one to disappear in a flash. As he opens arms, flies here to you like bird, you will think, you are really like a bird nest loved. That honour, that share feels, do not have it with the speech form. Only each other “  ” Heartbeat,as water tenderness ripple. Like one “  The jingling spring water is loud “  ,Wave by the ear briskly.
Such as a wisp of moonlight, shine the heart forever. At those countless lonely night, he is a spirit all the time, live in your heart sea. You know he at this moment, overlook in the distant place too, is waiting sillily and sillily too. In what kind of one dawn does it wait for, in what kind of one mountain path, in what kind of tree full of flower in the afternoon, what a magnificent dusk in a piece of shine clouds, you will meet again. It is your coastline with mutual only feeling to miss all the time. All is passionate, all billow is huge, all tide bulge and fall, in your chest, inscribe the permanent impression. Always have a song without speech, sing on the bottom of heart loudly. If the autumn wind is spread, he overwrites the love of the maple leaf, always opens in the moonlight so gaudily and gaudily. Make you warm in severe winter welcomed soon.
Beauty that meet, autumn being long to become a heavy one golden yellow. So plump, so magnificent. The world in autumn, so gorgeous, so in riotous profusion, it is too beautiful to only meet.
The meeting of the friend is a song —” the friendship is everlasting and unchanging “, the journey in life has floated all the way; It is a bright-colored flower, hold it in the spring of eternity of boundless and indistinct sea of faces.