A stone is a book. You see, this stone layer by layer, isn't it like a thick book?
Spring breeze, like a kind mother, blows your cheeks and makes you feel comfortable and relaxed.
The flowers became denser and denser, and soon they were covered with branches. Take a closer look, it seems to be a lively trumpet, which is blowing with all its strength.
Spring is like a girl who loves beauty, making the world colorful.
In Tibetan, Lhasa means holy land, so this blue sky is the curtain of holy land.
The Mediterranean coast has become the cradle of western civilization.
Aesthetic memory is the most precious industry in life, and the instinct to know beauty is a key that God gives us to enter heaven.
The river is crystal clear, like transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth.
Spring is a magician. She melted the ice and let the grass break through the ground.