Beauty does not only come from the real nature, It also comes from within.

The beauty of life does not only come from the real nature, but also from the heart. Many things, only when we really stare at it, it can be slowly presented. Our familiar surroundings meet with him every day, but we never really discover him. Day after day in a hurry, ignoring its expression, can not read its mood, can not hear its call, we became the outsiders of life. No matter how sad or happy we are, the parasites in our bodies are unmoved.

But, one day, I have time, I can back my picture book, depicting my lover, my children, my relatives. Perhaps a tree at the door, an unknown weed under the tree, do not know the stranger, can make people happy and satisfied.