1. Moving is a clear spring flowing in life. In our life, moving, like refreshing spring water, drinking showers makes our hearts clear and clear.
2. Being moved is like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, and our hearts will become pure and broad. Touched, such as fascinating pastoral, appreciate the pastoral, our hearts become simple and peaceful.
3. Touching is a trace that the years have scratched in the depths of our hearts. The years are silent, but the fleeting time has left her unique trace in every gap of life. The waves of the years like lost water are always washed away in the distant heart lake, rippling slowly like ripples, and falling gently like petals in the wind, all of which make our sadness, happiness, sadness and happiness turn into rain and dew.
4. In the morning, I was moved by the sound of birds singing, which was crisp and melodious, and woke me up from my sleep. What a beautiful voice, unless I drank the cool night dew, I was so strange to it. Is my footsteps too hasty, or is my feelings too indifferent? At dusk, I was moved by the magnificent sunset. Brilliant sky, thick accumulation and thin hair. The green hills are covered with clouds, and the white clouds are flowing. I haven't seen such a scene for a long time. When we set out, it was already sunny; On the way home, the stars are all over the sky again, and I am not blessed by the beauty of the sunset. At night, I moved the dissolved moonlight. A bright moon, silver and jade, everything is shrouded in mist and gauze. Bright moon, you rise at night and fall at day, and your profits and losses are orderly, but I can't read you, and I have no time to read you. When you are bright and empty, I am tired and have fallen asleep.
5. Why am I moved? At ordinary times, what we talk about and feel is materialistic, money is paramount, human feelings are indifferent, selfish, and we are wise to protect ourselves. "Every man sweeps his own snow, regardless of others' frost." Being in such an atmosphere, can I not be moved after witnessing these warm scenes with my own eyes?