夏日午后，一只小翠鸟飞进了的庭园 ，停在玫瑰花树上。我正在园里拔除杂草，因为有棵夜百合花挡在前面，所以小翠鸟没看见我 ，就放心大胆地啄食起那些玫瑰枝上刚刚长出的叶芽来了 。
原来在片刻之前还是我最珍惜的那几棵玫瑰花树，现在已经变得毫不重要了 。只因为，嫩芽以后还能再生长 ，而这只小翠鸟也许一生中只会飞来我的庭园一次。
有好几年了，它们一直把我们的校园当成了自己的家。除了在高高的树梢上鸣叫飞旋之外 ，下雨天的时候，常会看见它们成双成对地在铺着绿草的田径场上慢步走着 。好大的黑鸟，翅膀上镶着白色的边，走在地上脚步蹒跚 、远远看去 ，竟然有点像是鸭子。
有一阵子，学校想重新规划校园，那些种了三十年的木麻黄与尤加利都在砍除之列。校工在每一课要砍掉的树干上都用粉笔画了记号 。站在校园里 ，我像进入了阿里巴巴的童话之中，发现每一棵美丽的树上都被画上了印记，心里惶急无比 ，头一个问题就是：
幸好，计划并没有付诸实现 ，大家最后都同意，要把这些大树尽量保留起来。因此，在建造美术馆的时侯 ，所有沿墙的大树都被小心翼翼地留了下来，三层的大楼盖好之后，我们才能和所有的雀鸟们一起分享那些树梢上的阳光和雨露。
上课的时候，窗外的喜鹊不断展翅飞旋 ，窗内的师生彼此交换着会心的微笑 。原来雀鸟的要求并不高，只要我们肯留下几棵树，只要我们不去给它们以无谓的惊扰 ，美丽的雀鸟就会安心地停留下来，停留在我们的身边。
只因为，在旅途的中间，我就可以不属于起点或者终点 ，不属于任何地方和任何人，在这个单独的时刻里，我只需要属于我自己就够了 。
所有该尽的义务 ，该背负的责任，所有该去争夺或是退让的事物，所有人世间的牵牵绊绊都被隔在铁轨的两端，而我 ，在车厢里的我是无所欲求的。在那个时刻里，我唯一要做也唯一可做的事，只是安静地坐在窗边 ，观看着窗外景物的交换而已。
窗外景物不断在变换，山峦与河谷绵延而过，我看见在那些成林的树丛里 ，每一棵树都长得又细又长，为了争取阳光，它们用尽一切委婉的方法来生长。走过一大片稻田 ，在田野的中间，我也看见了一棵孤独的树，因为孤独 ，所以能恣意地伸展着枝叶，长得像一把又大又粗又圆的伞 。
在现实里，我知道，我应该学习迁就与忍让 ，就像那些密林中的树木一样。可是，在心灵的原野上，请让我 ，让我能长成为一棵广受日照的大树。
我也知道，在这之前，我必须先要学习独立 ，在心灵最深处，学习着不向任何人寻求依附 。
在年轻的时候，在那些充满了阳光的长长的下午 ，我无所事事，也无所怕惧，只因为我知道，在我的生命里 ，有一种永远的等待 。挫折会来，也会过去，热泪会流下 ，也会收起，没有什么可以让我气馁的，因为 ，我有着长长的一生，而你，你一定会来。
今天 ，阳光仍在，我已走到中途。在曲折颠沛的道路上，我一直没有歇息 ，只敢偶尔停顿一下，想你，寻你，等你 。
雾从我身后轻轻涌来 ，目光淡去，想你也许会来，也许不会 ，开始害怕了。
也开始对一切美丽的事物怜珍惜。不管是对一只小小的翠鸟，或是对那结伴飞旋的喜鹊；不管是对着一颗年轻喜乐的心，或是对着一棵亭亭如华盖的树；我总会认真地在那里面寻你 ，想你也许会在，怕你也许已经来过了，而我没有察觉 。
总有一天，我也会像所有的人一样老去的吧？总有一天 ，我此刻还柔软光洁的发丝也会全部转成银白，总有一天，我会面对着一种无法转寰的绝境与尽头；而在那个时候，能让我含着泪微笑地想起的的 ，大概也就只有你只是你了吧？
Summer afternoon, a little Kingfisher flew into the garden, stopped on the rose tree. I am in the garden, because there is a night lily to block in front, so the little Cuihu didn't see me, I am relieved to boldly eat the leaf buds just growing on the rose branch.
I was shocked by the green and bright feathers. After hiding in the tree, I gently said to the birds in my heart: "Little Cuihu, please try to eat. Just ask you Stay more, just ask you not to fly away. "
The few roses trees I cherished before I didn't have important. Just because the tender buds can be regenerated, and this little Kingfi may only fly my garden once in his life.
In the face of this absolute beauty, I am unable to resist, I am willing to give me everything to change it.
I have always been this for you.
When the classroom was in class, I saw two black birds flipped from the window.
What is the student? They answered me: "Isn't that the magpie in our school?"
Sketch classroom in the third floor of the art galler, there are several tall especially, Eucli, and wooden numbness, dense branches Many birds, the few magpies lived.
For several years, they have always regarded our campus as their own home. In addition to the high treetops, it is often seen in the fields that are paved in the fields that are paved in the fields of green grass. A big black bird, in the wings, the white side, walking on the ground, looking away, it is a bit like a duck.
For a while, the school wanted to re-plan the campus, and those who had a thirty-year wooden numbness and esure were cutting. The school workers used a chalk to draw a mark on the trunk of each lesson. Standing in the campus, I have entered the fairy tale of Alibaba, I found that every beautiful tree was painted, my heart was very angry, my head is:
"If you cut these trees, let's let the magpie stay there later?"
Fortunately, the plan did not put it into practice, everyone finally agreed, to keep these big trees as much as possible. Therefore, in the construction of an art galler, all the trees along the wall have been carefully left. After the three-story building is covered, we can share the sun and rain in the treetops with all the birds. .
When class, the magpies outside the window continued to spread their wings, and teachers and students within the window exchanged their smiles. The original nursing bird is not high, as long as we will leave a few trees, as long as we don't give them unneaatable, the beautiful bird will stay safely, staying around us.
And what about you? Are you also like this?
I like to take the train, I like a stop in the south or north, I like me in the middle of the journey.
Just because, in the middle of the journey, I can do not belong to the starting point or end, don't belong to anywhere, in this alone, I only need to belong to myself.
All obligations, the responsibility of the carrying, all things that fight or retreat, all the people in the world are pulled by both ends of the rail, and I am in the car I am doing anything. In that moment, my only thing I had to do, just sitting quietly, watching the swap of the window scenery.
The scenes of the window are constantly changing, the mountains are stretched with the river valley. I saw that every tree grows and long, in order to fight for sunshine, they use everything to eat The method is grown. I walked through a large rice field, in the middle of the field, I also saw a lonely tree, because lonely, so I can stretch the branches, long as a big and thick and round umbrella.
In reality, I know, I should learn to move and tolerate, just like the trees in the jungle. However, in the wilderness of the soul, please let me, let me grow a big tree that is widely used.
I also know that before this, I have to learn independence first.The deepest heart, learning is not to seek attachment to anyone.
How can I do it? How can I not seek attachment? In my heart, isn't there you?
You are a small boat, which is moored in my heart, never changing harbor.
I will always have a look and hope for you.
When young, in the long afternoon filled with sunshine, I didn't do anything, but I didn't worry, just because I know, in my life, there is a forever waiting. Frustration will come, and will pass, tears will flow, will also put together, nothing can make me discourage, because I have a long life, and you, you will come.
Today, the sun is still, I have come to the middle. On the path of the twist, I haven't stopped, I only dare to stop, I miss you, find you, wait for you.
The fog came from me, and the eyes were light. I thought you might come, maybe I won't be afraid.
also begins to cherish all beautiful things. Whether it is a small kingfisher, or a magpie that is governed; whether it is a young joyful heart, or to a slim tree, I will always seriously Look for you, think you may be, afraid that you may have been there, and I don't know.
The days are looking forward to waiting in the past, always thinking that you have already been there again, it seems that you haven't come yet, where are you? What is your way?
There is always one day, I will go to all the people like all people? One day, I will also turn it into a white white. One day, I will face a desperate and ending of an unable to turn; at that time, I can make me smile. If you think about it, you just only you are only you?
There is also that I never really reached, the little white sail ship.
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