I like all the subtle and beautiful things

I like the immovable, unexpected, unnamable, no trace; I like the lightness, comfort, timelessness, faint; I like the sweeping, like a breeze, like a ripple, blowing from your forehead, in your heart, gently pleasing.

Just a moment, a moment, is a touch and encounter, is a kind of surprise and suddenly, is a kind of dilution and abandonment, is a kind of sigh and comfort.

For example, the wind blowing in the face, as well as the breeze wrapped in the faint fragrance of flowers. The spring came at the right time, the awakening has been waking up, the blooming has been to flourish, the show has been brewing a unique dance, the drafting of the tribute, there has been the best beginning.

For example, the birdsong that comes through the window, as well as the smell of fireworks in the depths of the shadow of the birdsong. Spring is noisy, it indicates a kind of vitality, a kind of warmth, a kind of intimacy, a kind of warmth, a kind of love and never leave each other, a kind of expression and action, and the hope and happiness derived from it.

For example, the roadside open small wildflowers, as well as wildflowers around the full face of the grass. They say: I exist, I am happy. I am small, I am at ease. I am the full rendering of the spring thunder, the spring rain, the spring wind, the dance of forgetfulness. I am insignificant, yet I am significant. I am a little bit of brightness, once and for all flash. I am the loneliness and bustle of life, the solitude of walking and the splendor of turning. I am the thought of looking down and the smile of looking up. I am one billionth of a starburst of light. I am the most apt label for spring.

Like a passerby or two walking side by side and the coziness of their whispered conversations. A group of square-dancing residents and the rhythmic accompaniment. The street lamps are swaying and the trees are in shadow. Spring brings lightness and comfort, as well as vigor and vitality. Life lies in movement, and life needs to be renewed. The normal day can be rough, but the heart of eternal youth is always ready to reserve rich content.

For example, a strange face on the blooming smile, like holding in the hands of the business card, which tells you that the warmth can be transmitted, because the spring breeze will be pushed in time.

For example, the melodious music coming from a tea room is a static flow that can soothe your restless heart.

For example, the lazy gait of a dog, which reminds people of abundance and contentment, as if it were a kind of best portrait of a peaceful life, and because of the embellishment of the spring, it becomes more convincing.

Take, for example, the stumbling gait of a toddler and his wide, drooling mouth. His purity and cleanliness is as mesmerizing as this new arrival of spring, even if it's just an exhaled breath.

For example, in the quiet afternoon, a person can be quiet and alone with themselves, ignore the fang Hua is easy to pass, the dust is short, only care about this moment of peace and quiet. This moment is close to the heart, the depths of the heart can be tumbling torrential river, can also be a clear trickle of water. It can be a disorganized singing, or it can be an aria with a chapter and a score. A person can have such a period of time to give themselves completely to their own, those outside the world of right and wrong, and I have nothing to do!

The fragrance that comes with the wind is filling your heart.

Those brightly colored flowers are hanging on the branches, and you can take them in when you raise your eyes.

A book in your hand, a paragraph is to put another living in the distant heart close, we face to face, heart to heart long talk!

Early in the morning was awakened by a burst of birdsong, like the sound of porcelain collision, gently across your lazy body and mind. You sit quietly through the window, listening to them or intense or gentle narrative, do not dare to make a little noise, only in the bottom of the heart full of joy and thanksgiving, gently said: "Good morning, dear friend!"