The beautiful and delicate petals that warm the world are dazzling against the dewdrops. The moist air is intertwined with the enchanting floral fragrance, lingering like mist, and it is so beautiful that it is heart-stirring.

Jagged high-rise buildings reflect dazzling light; flat and open cement avenues crisscross various cities; bustling crowds crowd every place. You can feel everyone's heartbeat in the heavy air, and the flowing breath cannot take away the irritability of the crowd. People are anxious, restless, and fearful. The cold world, the cold air, the cold crowds, intertwined with the cold breath, numb our hearts. Thick layers of soil hide the beating heart, blinding our eyes. We can no longer see or find the dreamlike beauty around us.

Then, maybe we have all been ignoring something...

A small seed sprouts a tender bud, and the deep soil cannot cover up the green color that refuses to stop. The reddish-brown color is mixed with light green, which looks particularly harmonious.

An inconspicuous little flower is bathed in the early morning sunshine, quietly stretching its weak waist. The soft light relies on the thin down, and it is uniquely gentle.

A delicate and slender sapling stands on the bank of the river, facing the strong wind blowing from the river stubbornly and unyieldingly. Its proud body casts a shadow under the afterglow of the setting sun, which is a different kind of pride... …

These may be ordinary things, but they are hidden in inconspicuous corners. They use their inner faith to awaken the radiance of holiness and interpret different joys and sorrows for us.

The beauty of the past reflected the dreamy light like crystal glass, but was ruthlessly squeezed by the haze-shrouded city, shattered to pieces, scattered in those inconspicuous corners, scattered in those places that are often separated from others. The place where we suddenly landed quietly bloomed with a different light. Interpret different beauty for us.

No matter how yellow the straw is, there will still be a patch of green left; no matter how wilted the flowers are, there will still be light butterflies flying; no matter how numb the human heart is, there will be an ethereal land hidden; no matter how noisy the world is, , there will also be a dream-like paradise, without any pollution or turbidity, only the beauty exists gently.