I use my eyes to discover beauty "It's not that there is a lack of beauty in life, but that there is a lack of a pair of eyes to discover beauty." "The eyes are the windows to the soul. If the eyes are bright, the world will be bright; if the eyes are dim, the world will be bleak."

In order to relieve the long vacation, my father arranged an outing for my mother and me. It is an extremely boring journey, but it becomes vivid because of every insignificant fragment around it... Passing through the quiet woods, the mountain stream beside the road sings a euphemistic song, gently floating in the mountain breeze. With the fragrance of flowers and plants, it lingers gently in our ears. The birds in the woods, the insects in the grass, and the small animals hidden from sight, happily sing the melody of spring for their beautiful homes. The car circled along the winding mountain road, and unexpectedly came across a quiet mountain village at the corner. The gurgling stream flowed through every field, bringing people the breath of spring... Carrying an elegant parasol, my parents and I walked on the path in the mountains. "Look, black bamboo!" A shout broke the tranquility of the field, "Black bamboo? Dad, what is black bamboo?" After explanation, I Understand, the so-called black bamboo is a kind of bamboo whose branches are as black as ink. It is a rare plant. "How could there be black bamboo? If the bamboo branches are black, they are dead. Dad, are you sure you read it correctly?" I looked at my dad with suspicion. To prove my innocence, my dad suggested that I go down and take a look myself. Look, "Dad, where is the bamboo?" "Over there." Dad pointed, and when I saw it, it turned out to be a clump of sparse bamboo behind a few palm trees. Is there really a bamboo here? When I went down and took a look, I was so surprised that I couldn’t open my mouth from ear to ear. Oh my god, there really is black bamboo - there are three branches in the bamboo bush that are as black as ink, but have weird green leaves, which are very conspicuous and unique. I can’t help but think of Song Dynasty poet Dai Biaoyuan’s "Thanks to Li Zhongbin for Ink Bamboo": "You don’t see that the pen is written as it is, and the paper is instantly green. The frost is the color of snow, dry iron and stone, and suddenly the hills are misty, rainy and cold. I asked you where you got this book, Huzhou is too thick for eyebrows The state is soft. When the wind and the moon meet, the beauty is not far away. People say that you should learn painting first. This gentleman has a strong character. The sound of birds is true in the deep forest. The sky is high and the mountain is quiet. If you are not sparse, you will have more than enough to draw. From now on, I will wash my eyes at the bottom of the mountain, and read more about the unrestrained world.”

Continuing through the quiet mountain village, I accidentally came across a farm as quiet as water. The wind blows from the forest, bringing a pleasant coolness. Looking closely at the lakeside, several tall trees form a quiet bamboo pavilion, with a long square table on top, six chairs placed left and right, and a milky white grid line hammock tied between two trees, leaning on the railing. Looking at the lake, the gentle breeze stirred up shallow ripples, flashing dazzlingly in the sunlight. If you look closely, you will see that the green chestnut tree holds up a corner of the bamboo building with its curved shape. Its long and unique leaf shape and flower whiskers sway in the wind, singing the beauty of April in the world. Unknown little flowers bloom in the grass on the roadside, clusters, clusters, white, yellow... There is a faint fragrance of green grass in the sunshine. I lay comfortably in the hammock, closing my eyes and enjoying the tranquility that only belongs here. Mom suddenly became playful and climbed up a chestnut tree beside the road. I saw it and shouted anxiously under the tree: "Mom, come down quickly, or you will throw it into the lake. I won't do it." Swimming..." Under my persuasion, my mother came down from the tree and "occupied" my hammock to share it with me. Joking that the hammock would break due to our weight, my mother repeatedly assured, "Daughter, the hanging net can bear the weight of an American, and our combined weight is equivalent to the weight of one of them, the hammock will not break. If it breaks, it's a big deal." We fell together on the small bamboo building. It doesn’t hurt anyway..." "But..." Before I finished speaking, I only heard a "bang" sound. Before I could recover, my mother and I had already landed on the floor of the small bamboo building with a "bang" sound. After a few seconds, a burst of laughter broke the silence of the forest. In fact, there are many things in life that we have not noticed, such as the time when a flower blooms, the trace of a falling leaf, the moment when a bird flies by, the beautiful scenery after a rain, a smiling face, etc. They are all full of the uncanny beauty of nature. If we don’t find beauty in our lives, then we should slow down and discover it with a kind heart...

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