My jasmine

 The jasmine tea garden belongs to me in to send out attractive fragrance, between the small White House lived a believe in angels will never grow old girl. -signature
A year ago I write down......
In this cold winter morning, suddenly initiation of the one idea: I want to have a jasmine tea garden, to my jasmine tea garden.
In this warm tea garden build a white in the hut, I lived in the small house. Every morning, I can climb up early, cooking a cup of jasmine tea, and carried a chair, came to this a green sea, enjoy! At this time the fog the tea garden, such as general fairyland. Those waiting to blossom little white jasmine, anxious and excited. The rise in the cup of hot tea fog curling, slowly and in the air the fog fuses in together, that send out the light tea are sweet mixed with the fragrance of jasmine, fascinating in this small cold mountain morning! Here can forget everything, even forget the passage of time, at this moment I only belong to the soul of the real thinking himself. Forget his own all the responsibility on, a good spoil this momently halcyon and unruffled!
There was once a boy, he told me that he will die like this: climb to a very high snow mountains, and then find a piece of interesting covered with snow place, through snow, write down his first moving the poem, then sat next to the waiting for the angels he bring heaven! Just heard the strange idea, I can not understand. But saw his words, I understand. That is a boy has a special ideas, not handsome, but has a smile sunshine and quiet when depression and the face of the deep. He is the most thought I've ever seen the boy, though he also thinks so, but it is true! Although I don't believe that the world paradise in heaven, but I believe in angels, but he also has a he love angel, the angels have been live in his heart, never leave, he said the angel will grow old time I knew. In my heart also have an angel, I believe she is forever won't old. Although face with the passing years and haggard vicissitudes of life, but the angel is always an angel, not become old. Perhaps this is I and his's different. He likes to indulge in reading in the world, he likes English songs, he will read moving poetry, remember him read the song "to oak," that was my favorite a poem! And these are not me, so I really envy and worship him.
I have a wish, met him in the seconds the budding desire, and I think he did a lifetime of good friends, until we are slowly become old! Especially in he knows my heart the most painful that scar after, I more eager to this dream will come true. But that will require a lifetime of waiting, but I want to wait. If can have such a friendship and such a friend, how much I happiness! In order to such a best friend, I work hard! Decades later, if there really such a day. I will invite him to my jasmine tea garden, together with jasmine tea drink, memories of our youthful years, speaking of our hearts, the angels!
Originally not only love rival but chance, even so it is friendship. Once, I think that we will is a lifetime of good friends. Also remember that time no words don't talk about us, and now from us but shape with stranger. Is this in the world really won't have a pure friendship? Feel disappointed. The original time really have a big power, it away is not only our acquaintance, took in those days that can talk to joke with good friends.
Remember when he asked me, why so like jasmine?
Then I answer is:
Because I was a plant's life on jasmine ah.
So I'm your next to the sunflower, because we are good friends! Hehe......
Then, or now of I, all can't talk to themselves and jasmine of that kind of special and mysterious feeling. I only know that I like it, like to own a fragrance thing is the smell of jasmine. Still remember the first time I saw the jasmine, I was standing in front of it, the nose in the blooming sending out the light aroma white blossoms, I even forgot to himself, really forget yourself. I also forgot there stopped long, also don't know oneself how to and the last to leave.
Today, however, is today. I again in the city, so close and I meet the jasmine. I was really touched, I think this is me and my jasmine predestination!
In the morning, I passed the place. That is a has not completed in the village, the village outside have a long betelnut trees avenue, the mall of some other flowers and plants below. Suddenly, a familiar smell in the wake me in meditation. That is a kind of feeling, that kind of fragrance familiar familiar. I looked around, looking for. The original is really it, more than one individual plant, but a row of jasmine. In the sunshine, white flowers open so bright, white petals on flashing is not the half-light of dew, good good beauty, beauty of the heart. Once again, I was shocked. So love it I involuntarily drunk, enjoying myself in the pure white and charming fragrance.
I and my jasmine, that's funny one kind of emotion. I want to, I really do life is a plant jasmine.