Colorful scenery and colorful life

As long as you have a sincere heart, the world will be full of scenery. -Inscription.

I have been full of ambition, I have struggled, I have sung to wine, and I have cried. Tell me from childhood that life is so colorful, don't forget to love life with a sincere heart.

The fields are green in spring. The little green creatures are full of enthusiasm for the rhythm of life. They are singing beautiful carols. Everything is full of vitality towards the sun. They laugh, they sing, and they grow happily in the hope of green. Whenever I see these, I seem to feel a strong vitality and a green hope.

The evening sunset is a red landscape. "To see the sun, although it is dazzling, why should it be buried in the coming night?" Sunset is a magnificent sight. When you are quietly bathed in the oblique light of the sunset, you will feel that it is a kind of enjoyment and a baptism of the soul. The whole sky is filled with a soft color, so gentle and magnificent. Will you feel the pleasure of "when the sun sets, heartbroken people worry about the world, or always remember the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and don't know the way home"?

The wheat field in autumn is a yellow landscape. When you stand in front of the wheat field in the crisp autumn, you will feel a burst of heartfelt joy and relief. Mai Miao will tell you that happiness is a process from cultivation to harvest, and happiness is from hard shell to beautiful maturity. Farmers' uncles will tell you that this golden wheat field is their greatest comfort. Whether it is scorching sun or facing the loess, everything has been rewarded in front of today's harvest.

The drizzle in spring is a transparent landscape. One afternoon in spring, I quietly snuggled up to the window and felt the string of notes that the spring rain beat. Spring rain is like a small crystal, gently floating on the colorful earth. They play with the fish in the water, kiss the flowers in the wind and dance with the saplings. Spring rain is a group of lively elves. They are transparent and have no impurities. They swim happily with nature. Seeing this clean and transparent scenery, how can my heart not be moved?

Believe it, if you love life with a sincere heart, you will find that the world is so beautiful and the scenery that nature gives you is so colorful.

Blooming flowers

Standing quietly, the petals falling from the dust passed by my eyes, and I listened to the sadness in the petals. I don't understand why the sentimental Lin Daiyu dusted off the flowers. Because of ghosts? Or is it because she is afraid that one day she will fly into the sky like these residual flowers and be ignored? Confused direction, will you find a new way out? A short time, a little pity for her? How much do you cherish her cruel life? Daiyu, I am broken. Is there any bright spot in life? Do you really want that empty shell?

Flowers, trying to bloom in the bright sunshine, people praise its beauty, but time is short, so flowers fall quietly in the sunset where blood is thicker than water, and no one goes to see the mess when flowers fall. So the poor only remember its gorgeous appearance, but ignore that melancholy is also a kind of beauty. I appear quietly in this world, but I can't refuse to accept the disappearance of natural circulation. I am also a victim of martyrdom in my life. Who will sympathize with me and who will grieve for me? Look at the beautiful grass, deep and shallow. Can you tell which is the new life that has just been born? Looking back, how much have I gained and lost in this short life? Are you sure you will insist? It crossed my life, just a provocative smile when I was silent. Life is like a dream, dreams are like life. Yes, the dream is long, but the memory is short, and everything becomes empty in my heart. My tears, why are you the only one in this space who can understand the sadness of life and death?

Dreams will be extended. I wonder, if one day I suddenly disappear into this universe, will the bloody sunrise still rise? Will the fiery soul wander with melancholy? Watching the rain fall, it exudes a refreshing fragrance. How many twists and turns have you experienced before and now? Who will accompany who through the storm? Who suddenly fell down when I saw the rainbow? Will the dusty heart wake up again? Colorful years are fragments of music, and melodious strings play beautiful sounds. Jin Shu survived and prospered. It turns out that growing up is such an obvious pain. Broken souls and memories of flying alone will fly to the kingdom of life alone.

That weeping face, against the background of green leaves, is more and more hesitant. I am not persistent, because I cried silently, and I fell down in shock before the finish line. I also faced hardships at first and gave up. I cover up my mistakes with tears, I cover up my cowardice with fatigue, I avoid difficulties and failures, but I am strong, because I deeply understand that only strong people will cry, and only those who shed tears will be strong.

Drifting rain, you can't crush my strength, and I won't give in to you. Although life is short, I still want to thank those who gave me life. I will bravely go on and wait for the flying soul with a strong life. ...

Notes on Baishatan

Outside the window, a gentle voice, a drop of blue spirit sprinkled on the Aegean Sea. The sound of seagulls brings endless reverie. ......

In the corner of the beach, there is a kind of memory hidden in the ivory shell, eroding its white heart. The most beautiful feeling on the shell is slowly invading under the black wings. The wind, blowing the final promise, will fade away after it, so why bother to remember and forget?

Melancholy air, breathing dim breath, like the beach in June, but there are lingering traces. Too ordinary and too real are full of different sweetness. In the hot sun, a drop of dew is slowly disappearing. The shape of the foam in the sea is the same as that of loneliness a thousand years ago, and the trace before forgetting. I bumped into the future and smiled faintly. The melody of the beautiful minuet rippled all winter.

The imprint of rain brings white romance, blue freshness and gray melancholy to this warm summer beach.

Summer has not gone yet, and winter has not arrived yet.

The moment of the handover of Spring and Autumn, the charm of that moment, and the fragrance of that moment. The wish on the camphor tree, the sound of a little wind chime. So deep, but pretending to be happy.

Do you know the sound of the lyre and the beauty of the Aegean Sea?

A string plucks the moon shadow. The figure in the moonlight, alone, looking alone.

The fragrance of the orchid, the quiet beach, the change of love, listening quietly by the cloud, melodious singing. The sky is long and wide, and the rainbow looks elegant against the blue.

The blue and white waves hit the yellow beach bit by bit and passed away bit by bit.

On the blue beach, seagulls are singing. Somewhere, with the melody in my heart, I drew a circle in the sea.

Where the sea connects with the sky, there is a secret that no one knows. Hide in the blue corner, hover, run, and then slowly die in the quiet sea. There is a trace of tears on my face in the salty sea breeze. Seagulls are painting in the air, daydreaming about shapes, and having a perfect encounter with their own hearts!

In the blue and purple flames, I learned different scents.

What kind of life does alternating up and down bring us?

The warm purple waves of nature seem to stop time. When lavender blooms, the purple sea on God's earth, with its blue-purple color, is really a beautiful, gorgeous and elegant ballet. There are lavender flowers waving to you at the seaside, and the elegant lavender fragrance is intoxicated in the purple sea. Pieces of purple lavender have a faint fragrance and a strong taste. I see lavender, I breathe fresh air, and I feel a pleasant climate. The bright sunshine shines sparsely, and spring scenery is everywhere. The green color emerging from the trees next to lavender is particularly dazzling in the sun, giving off new vitality.

The only pure white jasmine, blooming in the amber crescent, will not be afraid even if it loses all its strength.

On the shore of the Gold Coast, the clean blue sky and clear sea water kiss into a sea level. May Day, just born in the summer, the dream begins to move forward bright and tortuous, and a long list of wishes, day by day,

Experience it slowly. Yesterday's heavy rain washed away some dark clouds of youth. Next to the rainbow, there are stars that can't wait to blink. The sea breeze tastes sweet and the beach is covered with sequins.

I hope it helps you ~