The sun, is a language

The morning of the weekend, people seem particularly lazy, away from a variety of chores, all kinds of things related to HE，make our own body and mind in a state of balance, everything seemed so comfortable with my co-workers to tailor my custom HE ergonomic mouse click on a piano piece, perception arises.

Morning, the sun is the brightest in a purest language, conversation with the leaves. Green leaves immediately excited , translucent whole body, such as the forging of a page of gold foil, to show off the branches. When the sun is smiling with the flowers on the lawn of the language, and flowers as soon beginning to recover those blue petals curled up together, but also soon extend to respectfully like a ear listen to the teachings.

Sunny day, walking down the street, you do not pay attention to the sun. The sun shines, and sometimes like a mediocre orator on public speech, people sleepy; is full of hot noisy.

Sun pleasant voice, loud in the night after sunrise, the spring, after the cold and the night before the arrival of evening. At these moments, the sun will be in emotional language to tell you the joy of reunion, the warmth, melancholy and even the very brief parting.

If after the rain, the sun and the rainbow will enjoy showing the talent and beauty of the sun language. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, Yamane from the distant sky, instantly launched into a Hongqiao, so that your entire body and mind immediately flew up into the sky from the ground. Reality depressed, will be a romantic imagination digestion. The language of the sun, at the moment is full of Zen, so that you understand the days Yuhua Stone nodded, so narrow your ordinary life into a boundless expanse of open; of Kuji days let you monotonous, more colorful.

But of all this is just a language. You can not that golden leaves as gold; rivers above those in Lin waves sloshing gold nor real; you do not go climbing Colorful Hongqiao, it is the discourse of the sun show you can not be pondering mood . In an instant, everything will cease to exist. However, this is not empty, they are left in your mind surly picture push your blood vessels filled with the wave of endless cries, roaring in your ears, so that you can not help but believe that the sun strength and its real existence.

Dialogue and the sun, feel the bright, warm up, strength. Even without copper number and Pigu of, whisper whisper that voice Beisuo and dark, wet, and a coward grief.

Gold digger like a hard, from the point of flashing light on the leaves of the aspen flip to grasp the rhythm of the language of the sun; you like a simple farmer, the fingers into the soft mud, perception of the language of the sun warm efforts. If you are a friend of the sun, there will be a ruddy, healthy face and a bright window cool and bright mood.

Sun, is a language, a language can understand. What we could do is try our best to do the product,to make our mouse could listen your inner world, make you more peace and more comfortable.