In the evening,a dragonfly was winging into my room by mistake。The setting sun was being old,not dark completely,yellow shine still be inside the window. Little dragonfly was fast asleep motiomless,as nailed over the wall.In the side of green grass,there was some sentence not told to you,and not forgotten by it.you were skimming over the water in that moment,and washing out the pollen covered your vein.Because of your busy,it napped for a while,to thin the entangled time in sleep.The sentence it kept,would be poured to you next morning,or the afternoon after tomorrow. In the balck forest you are living in,you may cleaning you eyelash in the rain.Although you are busy as usual,it will also be brave to shout out loudly.As little dragonfly waked up,it was dark late night.It flied to the screen of computer,thought it was the window back to wide,knocked and fluttered with inarticulate words:Not the lights?A lonely dragonfly in the midnight,looking for bright,totally exhausted for flying,and dead on the keyboard finally.The body touched a key,started you mail from the deep screen,came into my box. It said:why was the sound of your winging heard in the midnight and your wings broken just now?This is close to dawn.The sky is not bright purely,but little yellow shine is into my window.In the waving light,a little dragonfly cover by blue cloth.Last night,it was flying once, and singing:my coat would not be wet by the light.Forest wakes up either,,jumping lights take a green leave.But,I will not tell you about this dead case of blue dragonfly.I only can say that,this is a fair tale from thousands of miles away.