People say that life is like a river. Some are long and others are short. Some are wide and others are narrow. One day, rain waters the river with beautiful, quiet drops Another day, rain destroys the river with tremendously fierce power.
My river, I was narrow and running hastily. I seemed to be very energetic and ambitious. Sometimes the fish inside might have been hurt by the strong stream and no one came by for water. One day, I almost became dry and looked up to the sky and cried, asking for water. Next day it didn’t rain. A small bird came from somewhere and asked for water even though I was going to die. I endured and stayed there to help the life of the small bird. It became cheerful and flew away. I was almost faint and looking at its beautiful back. It was as if I had a dream. Three days later, it finally rained. It watered my thirst and washed away my arrogance, tiring and sadness. The pure drops wrapped around me softly and tenderly. I got my life back. and heard the small bird's whispering in my ear. "To live is to give your love out and let others in."
I’d like to be a river at which a small bird or a big eagle would take a rest, ask for some water and fly away and come back again if necessary.
ふつうのオバサンです。よろしくね。 英語で何かするのが好き。読む書く話す聞く見る。人の考えを聞くのが好き。Talking with people all over the world is fun and you can learn something new from them, telling what you know to them as well. That's the reason I can't stop learning English.