it is because my body has disease

He likes to be quiet, a person alone, enjoy freedom.
On the river bank, is a long, green weeds, the sun is just warm.
Winter is coming soon, a year later, people began to grow up one year old, and his heart is still so innocent.
Lying on the weeds, oblique rely on the shore of the river, away from the city of the car was noisy, more to make him free.
He twisted a small sand from the grass and began to chat with the sand ...
"How much happiness are you, and you do not have to suffer from death.
Sand laughed, "I am dead, but there is also the meaning of existence, I can do people used to build a house, road, planting, and you, but also to find their own meaning, the world, everything is meaningful , Just did not find their own advantages.
"Yes, I am a little pessimistic, it is because my body has disease, to face the ordinary people can not bear the pain, it has such a pessimistic idea.
The sand began to enlighten him, "you think about it, your pain is always less than the revolutionary martyrs shed the blood! Martyrs gave you a stable home, you should cherish, at least, you can have some freedom, even now You can also chat with me in the sun, leisurely.
"Yes, I want to work hard to put my life on what I ought to do and make a little contribution to this society, which is my wish." He twisted the sand between his fingers and shone on the sun. One eye, watching the sand through the sun, through the shining light.
"You are so beautiful, although you are just a sand, now, you are in my heart, even more precious than diamonds." He smiled.
"You have a good life, in distress, think about me, think about what I said to you, think about my meaning, do not forget, people always have a death, or lighter than the feather, or heavy mountain." Sand Also feel pregnant.
Just a distant breeze, blowing a feather, he gently put the sand with a finger, "Well, courage, you are free!
The sand will be riding a feather, flew to the sun, fell in the river, the river that thrown from the golden light.
His backs slowly disappear in this warm river shore, continue his life path.
People, in life, work, always encounter some, some difficulties, there are negative ideas, imagine it, sand, also has its role, but also as strong, but it is no life, no emotion. But we can find it's beautiful side.
So, do not give up, the road of life is long, the foot of the road, there are sand with you through.
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