To be a romantic person

Passing an alley, was a garage on the piano keyboard pattern of the rain shed attracted, approached the alley found in the door, are sparse to extend a lot of flowers, suddenly realized that it is May. In the April to see the flowers, will reveal the expression of surprise, a winter of solitude was swept, suddenly become bright. May See flowers, will slightly raised the corner of the mouth, some gratified flavor, as if to see a passer-by, finally settle down into our lives, become the head of the face to see the neighbors. Get up early and go to bed each morning before you go to sleep.

Think of the new little girl from the office. The little girl doesn't seem particularly fond of tidying up her desktop, and every time she passes, her colleagues shake their heads. But the little girl has a hobby. Like the flowers and grass in the gardening office. The Office of Flowers and plants have been neglected for a long time, stuffed in various corners, under a variety of boxes and documents under, it is not easy to find. One day I saw the little girl will those dying flowers "dig" out, slowly their branches combed neatly, some can not continue upright with sticks to hold. After a while do not know where to borrow the kettle and pots, the pots inside the soil are loose water pouring water. The little girl was so gardening for a long time, about an afternoon so long. Every plant in the office has been taken care of. When doing these things, she looked carefully and slowly.

A few days later, the office somewhat changed the appearance, everywhere again sticks branches fork, like these flowers the first day to come to the same day, everyone in front of a bright, exclaimed almost forget these are placed in the corner of the elves. Soon the orchid began to blossom, and the little girl smiled silently, seemingly delighted to discover some buried treasure. It was found that these days the little girl was looking after the plants and looked at her as if she had found some buried treasure. It turns out that flowers, like fairies holding magic sticks, poke and poke at random people passing by, perhaps a little inattentive, let us become beautiful.

To be a romantic person