I meditate in my heart. She is naughty, capricious, and playful, also loves to laugh. Besides, she occasionally makes some small jokes on me. She always hides in a place where I cannot find and then looks at me anxious to find her all over the world. She always likes in the early morning, in the afternoon, or at sunset, nestles on my shoulder and quietly tells about her little romance and dreams. Occasionally she would cry, because she knows that tears suppress in heart will injustice herself, and because she know before me do not need disguised strength.
She likes quiet, likes fantasy, and always tells me to go to find a heaven outside the world, which is away from the hustle and bustle of the earth. She always thought of our future that we should work together to support the family and live the bitter days.
She likes to travel. She said we have many places to go, go south to see the misty rain, see the desolate camels, see sunrise and sunset at sea of love, and go to climb the high mountain that she said there is close to the heaven in her heart, and she always so carefully weaves with dreams.
Contemplate a painting out of my heart, there have her and me. In the painting, there is not a big house sitting in the foothills, near are streams and mountains in the distance, not far from there are gardens and fields, that is, our living home outside the earth. We are comfortably sitting in courtyards and drinking tea bathed in the sun, next to us two naughty children playing happily. Close our eyes and listen to the sound of birds, and then open eyes to see the blue sky, enjoying the natural lazy calm and this comfort after the busy time.
At night, the stars accompany the moon, and the families get together. We recall the past, talk about the funny things in the world, and say those pieces of our past, tell them like fairy tales to our children, and children look desirable.
Happiness is on the freeze-frame at this moment to write a permanent love, painting my whole life yearning.
Each time, when I close my eyes, I obvious feel happiness standing in the sea on the other side, but I could not go anywhere! Each time, when I close my eyes, I can clearly see the happiness on top of the head, but I could not pick!
Sketch of happiness, perhaps turns to ashes in the morning, but I think she will be a long time every night, and waiting for her in a long time every day.
