Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Two little birds

There are two birds, one live on the mountain, and one lived at the foot of the mountain (Diablo iii Gold). One day they meet at the foot of the mountain. The mountain bird cries: "my nest has just pitched, please to visit." The mountain birds went, look, what nest? Is not on the bare stones in a few straws? Neither nor flowers around the roots, even no ivy. "Depend on me." Under the mountain birds with the mountain bird came to a rich garden. It first flew over fragrant flowers, then around the cobblestone path, is expected to see a fine folding wooden nest hanging in the Bauhinia trees, the nest with window, window open in the south, with a thick cotton. The mountain bird said proudly: "we like this bird, have beautiful feathers, barking and well, it is very easy to find a backer. If so, then I tell you my opinion, moved here." The mountain bird did not answer, flies away, and didn't come here. A few months later, the mountain bird is the crevice of the nest to sleep outside, heard noises, extends a head to look is the mountain of birds are awkwardly standing there. Its body feathers is not comprehensive, crying face to the mountain bird billionaire died, his son inherited the garden, put my nest apart. Life, there is no attachment to others makes you short. As a person, only in the personality to stand on one's own will have their own piece of shade, will become a unique landscape, to complete the value of his existence.

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