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I always thought that the sparrow was jumping away. That day, I saw a sparrow, it prowling, rags, that moment, small it, quiet, like a princess.

I always thought that when the Sparrows frolic, only in a tree high branches, leaning lofty sky, maneuvers ups and downs, up and down. That day, in a clump of low cypress trees, I saw them converge their wings, locking their bodies in the veins and branches of Mimizaza, chasing each other.

This kind of naughty, see me distressed and happy.

To go out to a meeting, to live in a room, is a strangers person.

No words.

I'm reading, he's cutting his nails.

He lowered his head, cut very slowly, as far as possible to let the knife-edge 1.1 points to travel, pressing the nail knife, also cautious, for fear of making a little noise.

Later, he fell asleep. I closed the book, quietly, lying there, without making a sound.

That night, in the air of that room, floated, the most human stillness.

I have always thought that animals that are wild often have to avoid people.

However, it is always in our sight. In the front of the teaching building a towering needle cypress, it built nest at the intersection of branches, laying eggs, hatching, more than two years. Every day after the bell rang, the students were leaning against the railing of the corridor, looking around it, and pointing points and judging.

It is, sometimes, the neck is straight, the eyes are round, as if is very alert look. But more often, nestled there, motionless, as samadhi as a monk.

The railing of the corridor was only a step with that tree, but it was not feared.

Yes, for more than two years, no student has ever moved his nest and moved its eggs. The fish who moved it. When the dignity of a life is the highest reverence and respect, this small step becomes the most beautiful distance in the world.

I should envy it, that only nestled, happy wild pigeons.

At the door, followed by a little girl with plait.

She was two or three paces away from me, and I held the door until she came in.

She came in and stared at me with a pure face. Then she returned and, with a small hand, labored to the edge of the frame.

I said, what are you going to do.

The little girl said, uncle, when you go out, I also want to open a door for you.

There was a lot of water on the street after the rain.

Driving away, whenever there are cyclists or pedestrians passing by, I deliberately drive slowly, slowly, almost to stop.

I noticed that a lot of people would give me a glimpse of the cab. In that glance, there was kindness, kindness, approval, and respect.

I used to touch the fragrance of my life in this noble glimpse.

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