Happy: another day of good times, early morning sunshine warm and bright, the air is fresh and comfortable, leading to the school of the forest path is full of students' laughter, leading to the branches of the birds also with the voice, singing a pleasant song. The grass by the side of the road sucked hard on the crystal dewdrops, stretching toward the place where the sunlight spreads. Flowers towards my slight smile, at this moment, would like to sing the song: "small ahm small child, carrying a schoolbag to the school, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of the wind and rain wild ......" with full of hope, with this smile that can not hide, stride forward.
Helpless regret: a thousand-year-old tree, sparse leaves, thick branches and trunks, cracks, intricate branches like thin and bony people without vigor. Its leaves, without the company of flowers, more and more pale; its branches, without the play of birds, more and more forlorn; its bare roots, without the moisturizing soil, more and more dry. Is it like the aged wise man, it also experienced loneliness and decline. And who can come to save its dying life, perhaps as a building material it is no longer suitable, leaving a sigh of relief after a bonfire.
It was written by someone else and I thought it was particularly good I don't know if you can use it