Walden - Sound

nramweslll

But when we limited in the books, although that is the most selection, classical works, but only read a particular language, which itself is only a spoken language and dialects, then we dangerous, to forget them another language, that metaphor is all things to tell it without words, only it is the most abundant and most standards. Many publications, few of these printed. Stream coming from the light blinds cracks in the shutters fully opened, it no longer remember. There is no way, no kind of training can replace the need to always maintain vigilance. Can see, we must always look at; such a law, how is a history or philosophy, or no matter how fine selection of poems was comparable to that? How is the best society, or the most enviable of the patterns of life comparable to that? Would you like to just be a reader, a student, or are willing to do a predictable person? Read your own destiny, take a look at just what is in front of you, go through again the next.
first summer, I did not read books; I planted beans. No, I do this better than dry. Sometimes, I can not take away the wonderful time at the expense of any work, whether it is the work of brain or hand. I love to leave more room for my life. Sometimes [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in a summer morning, the usual bath, I sat in front of the sun, from sunrise to sit down at noon, sitting in pine trees, pecan trees and sumac trees the middle, without disturbing the loneliness and being quiet, lost in thought, when the birds singing all around [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or darting silently while my house until the sun shines on my west window, or upload to some travelers distant highway vehicles Jingle sound, reminded me of the passage of time. I grow in this season, it seems like the corn grown in the night, more than any work in hand was too good to Know. This is not subtracted from my life time, but I usually add a lot of time, but also a lot of overcapacity. I understand that people of Asian meditation and put aside the work of the so-called mean. In general, wasted years, I do not care. Since the day in advance, if only to illuminate some of my work; But just now, or dawn, you see, it is already night [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I have not done anything memorable work. I do not sing like songbirds in general, I just quietly smile, laugh at my own happiness knows no boundaries. Just as that sparrow, crouched in front of my pecan tree, chirp cried, and I secretly smiled, or inhibit my chirping noise, frightened perhaps to hear from my nest was. My day is not a week in the day, it did not use any of the pagan gods named, nor are chopped fine for the hour child, no bells and disturbed by the ticking; because I like like India of Priyanka who is said to them, finger head is today. Must find the middle of its own reason, these things very right. Natural day is very quiet, it does not blame his laziness.
my life at least have this advantage than those who had to go outside to look for entertainment, into the society or the theater, because my life is in itself entertaining, and it always new. This is a multi-act play, and there is no final scene. If we are often able to refer us to learn the latest and best way to have our lives and manage our lives, we definitely will not be trapped by boredom. Closely follow suit as long as your creativity, it can show you every hour a new future. Housework is a pleasant pastime. When my floor is dirty, I got up early to move all my furniture outside on the grass beds and bed frames piled to the floor sprinkled with water, then sprinkle the lake's white sand, and then edged a broom, the floor was clean and white scratch: wait until the villagers out of their breakfast, the sun has enough sun to dry and my house, I was able to move back; the middle of my meditation and that almost never stopped . This is very pleasant to see my family all the furniture in the grass, piled up a small heap, like a race of ancient people's luggage & P, my three-legged table and also placed in the pine and pecan trees, the above books I have not removed the ink. They seem very willing to come on the outside, it seems to be reluctant to move back to the house. Sometimes I eager to give Zhang a tent on them, I'll be there in place. Basking in the sun they are worth the view, they are worth listening to the wind with the sound, familiar things in the outdoors that much more interesting than in the interior. Separated by a bird sitting in the crotch branches, longevity grass grow under the table, blackberry vines cling to the table legs; Matsumi, chestnuts and strawberries

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