I am a man of few words, and never like the blue sky and sunshine, I think the blue sky is so blue, blue a bit false;The sun is too dazzling, burns my eyes.Sometimes I even think that nothing is worth me to love, in addition to its sensitive plant.I never like mimosa, maybe it just like me, also very shy!

In school, I is the counterpart of the sensitive plant, a touch will pack up my leaves, closed up myself.As a result, the students don't like me, reject me.For this, I don't give a damn.

Happy every day is a home, see my lovely mimosa, I take it as a best friend to pour out of his mouth.Because I know that is only really understand my state of mind, it is, after all, we all have the same brain.

Until one day, that day overcast, everybody complain, only I like the cloudy day.

In the language class, the teacher came in a face of mysteriously, glanced at me, I was nervous, and then she said: "the lesson for the day, we come to discuss sensitive plant.""What, discuss my favorite plant?"I immediately to the spirit.See the classmates each one stood up to speak: "I don't like sensitive plant, it is too weak.""Yes, encounters a little at a shrink."And after a student answer, glanced at me.I am very angry, the heart seems to have a nameless fire to burn, my blood boiling, I desperate "ceng" stand up retorted: "although it is soft, but it does not mean incompetent, though not strong, but it does not mean cowardice. Its obscurity, because it is not vain."Said these words, all people surprised and looked at me, including myself are too surprised, you know, I never don't speak, perhaps because they violated my sensitive plant!Spaced my face red slowly sit down.The teacher smiled and said to me: "go to my office."I don't know how did the second half of the class.Maybe I should pay for their own impulses!

Very not easy to get the class, I dragged the heavy steps into office in fear and trembling, thought to be a "torture", unexpectedly, the teacher is kindly said to me: "in class today, your performance is very good, I know you like mimosa, right?"I'm speechless.She added: "you know what the teacher like plants?"I'm still speechless."Although the teacher like cactus, because it looks a thorn, but the heart is soft, it is relying on their own tenacious perseverance life in the desert, as long as careful observation, you will like it."

Walked out of the office, I thought the teacher will be surprised, that surprised me.

I returned home, thinking and thinking the teacher's words, I suddenly understood, so sensitive plant on the balcony into the cactus, in the second day to hand in homework, I had caught a cactus flower petals.

Later, I became good friends and teacher;Later, I learned to smile to everyone;Later, my closed heart no longer closed, iceberg already collapsed in my heart.

It turns out that the real communication is not just people talking, but also the dialogue of heart and heart.