Sinister Shadow
Close your eyes, listen to the wind whispering to itself, enjoy the gentle caress of nature, and suddenly wafted through a familiar fragrance; open your eyes, to meet me is not that withered and faded leaves, nor is it drooping head of grass, and even less is the desolate silence of the autumn winds, but a piece of emerald color want to flow of the wilderness. Trees and flowers are scattered on this emerald green stream. Listen to the echo of nature, "rustle, rustle" - the original is the fall to bring us this extraordinary meet.
"Come on, come on!" Autumn's silhouette moved lightly, just there to catch the butterfly shadow, a blink of an eye, and sitting on the banyan tree swing smile to me, I can not resist the temptation of autumn, jumping to follow the autumn silhouette.
The bees and butterflies on the sea of flowers, the bees and butterflies **** dance and fly, I feel as if I have become a butterfly, joined them. They seemed to welcome the arrival of my like-minded partner very much, pulling my hand, warmly inviting me to share the gift of autumn. Colorful cockscomb, yellow and small mottled daisies also rushed to help, adding to the stage of the flowers.
A cool breeze came gently, and a warm feeling surged in my heart. This stream of warmth slowly flowed into my heart, never stop. The green field dotted with traces of yellow in the lush verdure, replacing the fading flowers of the colorful flower field, which is the boundless horizons of autumn. She is like spring, understanding, gentle and lovely: she is like winter, often bring us these autumn fans many unexpected surprises; sometimes, she is a replica of summer, lively and enthusiastic, full of vitality, full of life; but sometimes, she was naughty and mischievous blowing down a few pieces of golden leaves, she felt that colorful nature is what people aspire to in their hearts and minds.
Autumn is like a girl with a double personality, sometimes introverted, sometimes extroverted, so that people can not catch her mind.
Autumn, as if an invisible gauze, dress up the beauty of nature.
Autumn, as if the winding path, leading us to appreciate a new world.
Let's close our eyes again and feel the different sound of autumn ......
Chasing after nature
The cool wind of autumn blowing through my ears, flowing into my heart, brought the breath of autumn, my heart chanting "Autumn".
With a light step, sketching a happy mood, humming a soothing song, into the "forest of dreams".
Wandering on the stone road near the lake, the cool autumn wind, the wind, not humid, but overflowing with my good mood. I strolled with Len, free from the heavy burden of study, greedily draw fresh air, very slow, but very rotten. I was able to get to the lake with the wind as my companion and the lake as my friend, and sucked in the breath of nature, which was indeed uplifting.
I suddenly stopped, the heart of the enthusiasm, squatting down to look down, only to see the clear lake blue waves, the water gravel and sand appear to be clear, I can clearly see the moss in the water, I immediately found the answer, it is the moss stained green lake water, plus countless tall lamps around the water of the lamps, forming a moist forest, because the green, the deep and shallow green, and the trunk of the tree like the lamps, I used both the lamps, the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss and the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss, the moss. Stonehenge lamps, I used two fingers to gently paddle the water, and my heart sang "Let's Swing" again.
I stood up, looked around, a large turquoise lake by the lake across a still dark green trees around the green pigment, like a painter's hearty masterpiece, but not here deep, there shallow, there is no regularity, but uniform green, on the shallow bottom of the depth of the green, from the pen dipped in passion, shaped by the elegant wind, really marveled at.
Looking up, the egret goddess is smiling at us, she is not smiling, just looking at us, but make me have an illusion, fixed attention to look carefully, she stood in the lake on a boulder, knees resting on his knees, his head to the side of the look, the shoulder stood a slender egret, egret chest, angled neck, the crown of the bird extraordinarily prominent, quietly stood, stood... ...I inadvertently found the egret goddess of long hair, do not feel ah a shock, this is the longest hair I have seen since the beginning of the longest hair, long as a small waterfall, has been immersed in the water, do not see the end. The goddess is standing like a mermaid on the rock, obviously a symbol of the White Heron State.
I finally stopped strolling, and Lun back of the lake to run in the wide flat lawn, a long time not so relaxed, a moment to forget the "do not step on the lawn". The first time I saw a flock of pigeons flying in the distance, we ran even more wildly, and followed closely behind.
We came to an open space filled with pigeons. I have rarely dealt with pigeons, and a sense of surprise came over me. I looked at them carefully, never letting a beautiful pigeon slip under my nose. Most of the pigeons in this flock were colorful feathered, the colors ranging from dark to light from head to tail, as if all the beautiful colors had coalesced into the head and neck, so that the head and neck feathers were the most outstanding. Look, some from dark gray to light gray, neck mixed with some dark red, some from dark brown to light red, neck mixed with some gray ...... I suddenly found a white pigeon, no, two, white pigeons in this group of pigeons is the least seen, but also my favorite, because it is white, all body only white, so pure, simple and not flashy. It is because it is all white that it has become a symbol of purity and holiness in my heart. I spread some raw corn and grain seeds to attract the attention of the pigeons, only to see them bend their necks and peck at the food again and again with their small, sharp beaks, and then, after they were satisfied, they paced leisurely, their necks stretching and shrinking, which made me feel a sense of triumph.
They habitually fly away, spreading their wings and hovering in the air, flying to places we can't see, flying into the autumn in my heart, chasing nature's trail ......
The Thurible Winds Yoyo - the sorrow of wandering
The pale yellow is mixed with a little bit of micro-green, and the fallen leaves in the fall wind are rippling in the long pale sky.
In the four seasons, the playful spring always gives me a fresh vigor, naughty summer brings me shocking encouragement, deep winter tells me is the high secret thoughts. And the fall, bring me a faint sadness.
I don't know from when, began to have a kind of mood, called drifting, and my melancholy, in this windy season, slowly swinging. Gradually grew up, inexplicable reasons, love that season of sorrow, autumn ......
Autumn comes, always like to stroll alone lakeside, counting the number of cobblestones built into the road, feel the breath of autumn ......
Autumn when the wind. Light, thin, but unusually cold. It, swept through the maple trees, a piece of red maple stepped in a dance, flying and swirling leaning on the ground, for the bare ground to put on a light veil. The aroma of rich melancholy filled the whole world, the blue dome of the sky fluttered with gently falling petals. Petals continue to ripple down, until the tip of the petals dip into the surface of the lake, began to moor away.
The heart of the ripples, absolutely beautiful fall. The picture of absolute beauty is not flawed, there is harmony. The sluggish autumn wind, sleet autumn rain, flying swirling leaves, floating flowers ...... they quietly stay in the corner belonging to them, repeating the autumn sound. Thus, the wind rises, the wind passes, the rain falls, the rain stops, the leaf whirls, the leaf falls, the flower floats, the flower ripples. Autumn itself is nothingness, and life in the fall, mostly for the fading of the misty. Look at it this way, autumn, bleak. But, probably this is the bleak, making me in the love of autumn, and added a faint pity ......
Pick up the take-off scattered messy yellow leaves, leaf surface on the strip of brown veins is extremely clear, recalling the bright strings of the piano, listen to the ear, faintly grudging sound of the piano with the wind, is it illusory? The actuality is? The breath of the fallen leaves has melted bitterness, that stained with the tears of uncertainty. Is it a dead person who is fond of the life that has passed away? The wind kissed the falling leaves, let go, let it fly. There is no need to cling to it, as long as you remember the undecorated elegance of it before it fades away. Each leaf contains a story, there are a lot of stories in the fall, in love with the fairy tale in the fall, also in love with the fairy tale in the fall ......
The lake, most of the time is silent. It is like a thick but not too clear blue crystal. Accompanied by the flavor of autumn, it is more like a gentle and charming maiden, standing quietly. Autumn wind with falling leaves floating around, the leaves gently stained the lake, the lake because of these falling leaves and more melancholy. Lost in the fall, not only the fading misty, all over the yellow, there are a few touches of bright green jumping. Autumn is not the end of all living things. It's bleak sadness in the soft, there is also a ray of perseverance. My love for autumn is probably also firm with this strand of perseverance.
The autumn wind kissed the falling leaves goodbye, and I shook off the past; the falling leaves said nothing, and the past said nothing. When I step on the falling leaves, I send my blessings to the wind. Yes, no matter how beautiful the past is, it can only melt with the falling leaves. The gears of life don't stop, just as autumn doesn't stop no matter how many living beings pass away!
In the autumn wind, peeling off layers of yellowing memories, accept the baptism of the wind and rain. After the autumn wind, a girl after the metamorphosis is smiling and bathing in the autumn fragrance ......
Autumn feelings
The day, has revealed a slight coolness, perhaps the naughty brother of the sun played tired, is a little rest. The hot summer is finally over, with the cool autumn wind, we embarked on a journey to nature.
Autumn has arrived, the tender green grass quietly changed into slightly yellow children's clothing, most of them seem to be full of energy, only a small part of the grass is too tired, lying on the ground hollering and sleeping. Lying in the grass, these lovely grass dolls and began to be naughty, a moment with her needle like grass tip stabbed me a moment, a moment and all together to scratch me, so that I "no foothold". Well, you really "inch into the foot". I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it!
Tired of playing, I said goodbye to the grass dolls, and then continued on the journey. The naughty grass dolls painted my shirt and pants with yellow and green lines.
Hi! Hello, sister flowers, you can be really beautiful, colorful flower dresses dress you up more beautiful and attractive, your dance is really unparalleled. When the wind blows you dance like a fairy. Great dancer! At this time, a fragrant smell refreshing, the original flowers sister also sprayed perfume it.
Hey, what is this? Like a long braid, hanging straight to the ground, oh, I understand, this is the big tree grandfather's white beard. "Hello, Grandpa Tree." I politely greeted Grandpa Tree. Cautiously looked up, only to see the tree grandpa stood tall in front of me, although the face of the weathered carved the traces of the years, but the robust posture still make it glowing, the scenery is still the same. The wind blew, the roots gently shaking, the leaves "rustle" sound, this time the tree grandfather is stroking the snow-white beard, the side to me about his wonderful sound of the magic story. Hush, don't make a sound! Listen, that "rustling" sound is the grandpa tree that wonderful speech.
Tired, came to the lake, sitting on a stone bench. The sky is so blue, endless; clouds, so white, unpredictable; water, so green, so beautiful. Golden sunlight irradiated on the water, sparkling microwaves, golden light; egrets spread their wings and fly high, leisurely, that white figure is like a crystal clear, white and flawless jade. Close your eyes, let the cool autumn wind brush your cheeks, let the birds sing in your ears, put aside all the worries, let them fly to the clouds, let them fly to the depths of the universe. Filled with pleasant feelings, play with the grass, drift with the white clouds, fly with the egrets, and sing with the birds***! Appreciate the dance of the flowers, listen to the grandpa's story ......
Autumn, although there is no imagined that "frost leaves red in February flowers" romantic scene, there is no "autumn winds of melancholy
Autumn - dream
Looking at the hands of this crystal clear resin, it is more precious than gems. Because, it holds my dream to make this wish in the fall.
This resin, I found by accident. When I leaned on the tree to think of a beautiful dream, I saw in the branch attached to a golden bead, full of texture, as if it is full of the sweetness of the dream and harvest, I carefully removed it from the branch, in the heart of the hand. In its original connection with the branches of the tree, leaving a green scar, y branded into the delicate branches. I lovingly kept the "dream" in my hand.
Now, I quietly ask myself: remember? The fall there is not tolerate yellow, still preserved its spring temperament. A green tree like shade, ten thousand flowers compete. There is not the slightest slackness and withering.
And that tree, that tree I had found my dream from the branches, it is like a huge umbrella to hold up the sky to cover the rain, let me lean on it, its branches and leaves and the same without losing the dainty, gentle and elegant charm, delicate and dense leaves are like the bright stars in the night, each strand of the branch, are so smooth, meticulous, and the same simple and stylish.
Looking up at the sky, an egret crossed the silent dome of the sky, and the back intertwined into a realistic ink painting, that painting is now also reflected in my memory. The layers of clouds, like a little girl's favorite white dress. The thin clouds were like ripples on the surface of a lake, endlessly surging toward the other side of the sky.
Sitting on the grass, still green grass, I can not bear to sit down, for fear of harming its young life.
Picked up a fallen leaf from the grass, the veins seem very clear, is it only when it dies, will show the essence of life?
I looked at the resin in my hand again, at this time the resin became a magnifying glass, through which I clearly saw the dream:
Rocks, sandy beaches, turquoise blue sea, green grass in the wilderness, the palace in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale, every child is a lovely prince and princess in the palace, enjoying the harmony and beauty of nature to its fullest extent, there is no yellow sand in the sky, there is no dryness of the poor ridge. Only this cloud, this grass, this egret ......
That green autumn ......
Golden dream ......
Lake in late autumn
< p> The sky has alienated me, the lake is close to me, the geese are watching me.With the students met in late fall Yuandang Lake, but alone into the line, gladly on the road, to find that a wonderful scene in the depths of the soul.
The scythe has long been full of rice, cold and silent winter is coming, but can not drive away the late fall as the sunset - although the end of the most intense breath. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't think it's a good idea for me to be a part of it, but I'd like to be a part of it, too!
Walking on the stone path around the lake, saw the cool autumn wind, the lake seems to be tempted by it and excited to dance. Although it is not the sea, but there is "autumn wind, flood waves rise" rhyme. Raise your eyes far away, in the lake actually have such a "sea", general green, general in the wind surging, but not cold and proud of the water waves, is warm and close to the people of the sea of grass! A deep and light green, deep and brilliant. Reluctant to go back to the artificial road, selfishly on the natural blanket. Ah! Although uneven, but as soft as the hills, and the sound of water "ZiZi" - grass, did not hurt you, right? I can't get enough of the grass, but I'm mesmerized by the flowers. Late fall flowers do not have the tenderness of spring, no summer enthusiasm, but at this time there is a rare maturity. Laughing in the autumn wind, in the autumn cold through the test. Tenacious beauty, this is the spirit of late fall flowers!
But the lake in late fall, the beautiful can be more than flowers, grass. Static plants which is more interesting than the moving birds. In the sheepsfoot tree a precipitation of purple and red, black and white shadows fluttering vaguely. What kind of spirit is it? I stood under the tree, my heart swaying with the shadows. Oh, it was a turtledove. It flew down to the grass, whether to follow the track of the sheep's footsteps of the flowers, or to explore the mystery of the falling leaves back to their roots? It chatters and sings as it bounces along, is it singing about the late fall at the lake, or taking stock of this year's harvest? The bird's mind is as elusive as this fall. Hey, why did it fly up? Fixed attention to look closely, there are small mushrooms on the grass, I think they must be blocking the bird. Small umbrellas, why do you drive away the same as me, the appreciation of autumn? Is it to protect the grass, or think it stole the limelight of the autumn flowers?
The fall wind took away the playful sound. Across the lawn, vaguely a dozen brightly colored figures jumping. They ran and jumped around the lake, letting the autumn wind do them a favor, making their beloved kites fly high in the sky around the lake. Oh, children, how eagerly I ask you, why is it always this moment to fly your hearts? It must be that you want the kite to carry your hearts to satiate this late fall lakeside.
The good times are always light and shadow, is a fantasy soap bubble, and the lakeside parting time why come early? Looking away from the lake, I suddenly regret why I did not record it with words and film.
Why regret it? The lakeside in late fall said to me, the real autumn scenery is in your heart ah.
Autumn
Inexplicably, I love autumn, from the time I know. I don't know why, I don't like the vitality of spring, I don't like the passion of summer, I don't like the purity of winter, but I love this paradoxical autumn alone.
The reason why I say it is contradictory is because in this season there is a large number of creatures die, and a large number of creatures mature. It is decadent, desolate, and at the same time is joyful, vibrant. Just like the complex emotions of people, it is painful and joyful. It is also like a human life, not all pain, but also not too complete, all kinds of flavors have so little.
In fact, I myself prefer the sad side of autumn. Look at the dead leaves like butterflies flying, swirling in the air, circle after circle, like a waltz. The wind stops, the leaves fall. They must eventually return to their roots. Gently, slowly, still attached to the branch that once gave it a place to rely on. Dead leaves, are you reluctant to let go? Can you shed tears? The world is always too much helplessness.
Look at the dead grass, like a quilt covering the earth. They are hand in hand, with the body close to the earth. The wind is blowing, and it is not blowing them anymore. They are old, hunchbacked, and no longer have the youthful frivolity. At this time they would like to use their own dry and thin body to give it the last bit of simple warmth - the earth - their old friend. If you have pity on them, step over them. Bring their hearts closer to the heart of the earth.
Whenever I see these, I always think of my grandparents. They are over a hundred years old, but they still want to do something for their children and grandchildren, but they can only tremble and forestall the wind, coughing with every step they take. Under that deep love, what kind of helplessness and sadness ah.
Autumn, I love your decadent, sad side. Because I understand that the dead leaves fall, in order to turn into nutrients, nourish the trees; withered grass yellow, in order to make the next year the green earth more prominent beauty. All of this is out of their love. Leaves love trees, grass love the ground. This is a kind of how strong how deep love! Only with such love in their hearts can they laughingly sacrifice for what they love. And the desolation of autumn is only to make the other seasons more beautiful. Seek to love beyond all that you are.
I hope that the one who loves autumn is also the one who has the same love as autumn.
Enjoy the music of the sky
Blue sky, snow-white clouds, I sit quietly on the green grass, sometimes looking up to the sky, sometimes looking at the beauty of all things, enjoying the reverberation of heavenly music ......
Listening requires a state of mind, such as Zen mind in Buddhism, and only when the mind is free of distractions can we listen to the flowers The only way to hear the laughter of the flowers and the whispering of the bees and butterflies is to be free of distractions; if you are too preoccupied to ever be able to quieten down and listen, you may think you hear it, but what you hear is just cluttered noise, and you can't enjoy the wonders of celestial music ......
Listen! Birds open up the big voice, that cheerful song, mellow and crisp, twittering in the trees, let a person's heart wave ripples, that wonderful song, like a melodious music, so that people's hearts that slightly rippling waves of water from time to time ......
Bird song is still in the forest echoes ...... But at this time the protagonist, has long been changed into the wind that never left a trace. At the moment, another wind, gently caress my face, I heard that "whirring" song, only this, to witness the wind through, the wind's existence. The wind of the four seasons, such as an undulating song, a moment of tenderness, tears; a moment and surging, shocking. Perhaps only by listening to the melody of the wind, you can appreciate the wind of the seasons!
The arrival of the wind shook off the dewdrops on the flowers. "Tick-tock, tick-tock", the sound is so beautiful, it seems that the big star is singing for us, the crystal water droplets, dripping on the soil, accompanied by the fragrance of the soil, and lead us to a new beauty: I also changed roles, became a poet immortal Taibai, tasting the world's wine, listening to a thousand ancient masterpieces, making a masterpiece of the world. That tantalizing feeling, it's wonderful!
Far away on the hill, came a few déjà vu children's songs. Ah, they were playing handkerchief throwing. That silk moving children's songs, such as mellow wine hooked me soul, so that I can not help but have an impulse to want to join in. Even if it was childish. After all, this song represents our childhood, on behalf of our past, the sweetness of this back to basics, this people and nature fusion of song, is the perfect song in the heavenly music!
Ears, those heavenly music is still ringing, accompanied by the sound of bees' labor, the sound of butterflies' playfulness, and the solos of those insects, which make up the most melodious and most expensive song in the world of man, this godly song, such as the year's "Guangling", which is unattainable to the people. And I, God's favorite, in this place away from the world, heard away from the world of the divine song, really can be God's favorite self-proclaimed, huh ......
The sky, blue blue blue; clouds, snow white snow white. The green grass is still lying on me, listening to the performance of all things, taste the wonderful music of heaven. At this moment, the depths of the mind, open to the world, this is the enjoyment of heavenly music to me, is the depths of the soul of a trace of beauty, but also a trace of serenity ......
Spring love
I like the fiery summer, deep autumn, cold winter. But what I like more is the warm and clear spring. I love the silent silk spring rain; I love the cool spring wind; I love all the vitality that leaps on the earth ......
--"I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, and the February spring wind is like scissors.
A burst of cool spring wind whisked past, the wind with some of the aroma of the soil, mixed with the fragrance of the grass, let a person feel the breath of spring.
The wind gusts passed by, and the rain was a little bit refreshing to the nose. It is the winds of early spring to wake up the earth, sleep a winter of the earth gladly opened his eyes. The spring winds have been sowing seeds of hope for a long time.
--"The rain is good, when the spring is happening.
Rain is the symbol of spring. It is rain that gives life to spring.
Spring rain begins with small, bright raindrops that fall evenly on the ground. Then it was dark clouds and heavy rain. The fields were transformed in a flash into a string of crystal curtains.
Spring rain unselfishly moisturizes the earth. It is it moistened the grass, moistened the flowers, also moistened the spring. Everything becomes vibrant and energetic under the moisturizing of spring rain.
-"Two orioles sing in the brittle willow, and a line of egrets goes up to the blue sky."
White lotus-like clouds dotted the tile blue sky. In spring, everything shows its vitality.
Look, the grass poked its head out and looked at the outside world; look, the soft willow with the pleasant spring wind gently sweeping the river bank; look, colorful flowers are competing to open; look, the lovely little swallow standing on the wire, seems to be composing an ode to spring.
Spring has passed, but the memories she left me are too good to be true, and I still miss her ......
The Hidden Friendship
I gently picked up a leaf from the ground and covered my eyes with it. And could not hide the passion that stirred in my heart.
I am a "little leaf" in the world, I play in the sky and earth, flying, I play in nature. Once upon a time, I was so free and happy. Now, my heart suddenly overflows with longing, little by little. I yearn, to be in this nature. Find a friend, find another "small leaves". The wind brought me to Xiamen Egret Island, I met a morning.
The longing that was hidden in my chest seemed to explode in an instant, and countless small leaves were fluttering, and I only paid attention to Yichen. We took the little hand, ran forward ...... already late fall, but everything in front of me, seems to be still poetic spring. I took a quick step, dancing with the wind, a morning was also infected, lightly leaping between the flowers, jumping on the grass, flying under the shade of the trees, I can not help but recite a small poem. Perhaps, only in the face of the nature without a trace of dirt, without a little smoke, I can so easily release in the happy, I can play with my best friend together carefree ......
Yi Chen laughed, I also laughed, laughter into a witness of friendship, swirling in each other's hearts, and ghostly floated away! ......
I thought that friendship was hard to find.
Originally, in the face of nature, friendship can be so simple.
Nature has a big heart, she tolerates everything, she opened her arms, welcome us, and I with a morning, also embrace nature without stint. Gently stretched a lazy waist, I greedily allowed to inhale the air, feel, feel the different breath ......
I quietly hid into the wind, ready to play hide-and-seek with a morning. I don't know, she in turn first played with the butterfly bees. The two "little leaves" have been integrated into nature, we in the sky to fly, flying ......
We are in the world happily confused, sweetly ignorant, happy to lose worries ... ...
Tired of playing, we came to the lakeside, where the calm waters contrasted greatly with our rippling mood. We lay down, looking at the sky a white cloud, the heart, a lot of peace. I suddenly have a lot of feelings, I suddenly want to talk to my friends about their troubles, we look at the pure and transparent clouds, chatting, chatting ...... original clouds, but also our "small leaves" of good friends it!
Suddenly, a strong wind hard to scrape across my cheeks, a kind of storm to come the feeling of heavy pressure on my heart. When I was at a loss, a pair of hands - the hand of friendship - clasped my hand. At the bottom of my heart, a trace of warmth rose violently, and then spread all over my body. Also strange, the wind actually stopped, the sky, still so clear. I turned my head to look at Yi Chen, she was closing her eyes, seemingly enjoying nature. I laughed, laughed at nature's stupidity, stupidity in how much more terrible storms, but also in the friendship - this magic wand will become pale, and will not let the friendship go up in smoke, will only make our friendship more y rooted ......
"Dixin! Yichin! Friendship lives on!" We got up and shouted facing the lake. These were two tiny leaves telling the world about their friendship - their friendship hidden in each other's hearts, their friendship hidden in nature.
In nature, where we belong, is friendship.
The shout disappeared silently over the lake as if it had never been there ......
But the friendship, however, has continued ever since ......
The other half of the heart
Sunlight imparts a feeling of always being healthy. It's bright, soft, and doesn't drag. And the best sunshine is in Switzerland. It's like the Creator has separated it from the other side of the globe to show its unique side. At the foot of the Alps, next to the Royale, there is a chalet of my own, which I call "Chalet of Listening".
Every morning, I would wake up to the smell of flowers on my doorstep, and if I didn't, the Alpine birds would come to call me or the refreshing mountain breeze would accompany the sound of the gurgling streams of the Royale, in short, they would never "spare" me! I always miss my appointments with the sun because of their naughty behavior. The flowers at the door are often the owner's favorite, fragrant but not beautiful, only exquisite. It's a small regimen of large pink, white and purple cosmos. I had one a few years ago, but it inexplicably withered away without waiting for it to bloom. I was so surprised to see it now. It's as if a loved one has come back to me.
The big daisies are next to each other, and the petals are not wimpy, but the branches, thin, too slim, always bending over. To the point where the flowers face the ground, making it hard to spot it. But as soon as I smelled the fragrance, icy like cold air with a hint of apple flavor, I knew there were cosmos in the neighborhood. I hope there aren't too many flowers, but not too few either, and ideally I'll plant some jasmine and lilies tomorrow.
As I was thinking about what else to plant, the sun came up, bigger and rounder and brighter than I'd ever seen it before! Across the mountains, I really didn't know if it was the light coming through the forest, or the ghostly trees in the light. My cells were pulsing with the desire to get out and shake hands with the sun. The Swiss sun shines diamond-like and is exciting. Even the shores of Lake Rochon and the foothills of the Rose Mountains, the most beautiful in Switzerland, can't compare to a sliver of it, I guess.
I found a wooden boat and traveled on the Royale River. Up and down, simply lying on the wooden boat, drifting with the water, flowing to wherever. All I could see was the blue sky. The sky was so blue that I could have pierced it with my hand. It was so blue and glittering that it was about to drip, even the water dripping down was blue, and when I opened my mouth, it just fell in. Mmm, so sweet! It was also icy cold. Later, the sound of birds gradually disappeared ......
Open your eyes, the sky is already with a little black, at this time the universe is sleeping! And alone awake I, but the character in the dream?
Absolutely not missing the stars, which will blink and discharge the small life which can not miss it? Or let it for me to tell a story! I love listening to stories before bed, and I love the people who tell me stories before bed even more.
Ugh, I'm sleepy ......
Pan Paper Boat
Autumn, Yu teacher and my classmates tour Egret Island. Egret Island, the heron island in the center of the lake is also. The grass is beautiful, colorful, or sitting, or lying during the period, the mood with a happy. Suddenly the breeze, the heart is relaxed and happy, such as the heavy burden of schooling outside the clouds.
Climbing up to the platform to see the scenery. The first thing you need to do is to get a good view of the city, and you will be able to see the whole city.
Slowly walking Yuandi, the lake by the fence to see, the heart of Mengde Jieshi's will. I said: the autumn wind, the flood waves rise. Suddenly saw a fellow folding paper boat in the water, let it drift with the wind. Beginning of the breeze, the boat traveling as repeatedly on the ground. Suddenly saw the leaves dancing in the air. I was able to see the water, the boat stagnation, the heart if hanging, but see the boat back to sail, speed a little less, still riding the wind and waves, I can not help but clap their hands and jump.
At some point, the boat capsized, I want to go, I did not expect the boat back to the right, but has been into the water, and then slowly, although a number of hit the bar, but it holds the stagnation of not sunk, and then line five meters, the final cover. Counting its distance, more than twenty meters. The first thing I did was to pick up a few leaves in the water and bury them in the ground.
Although the boat was covered, it was covered with no regrets. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. However, it is a small force to fight the behemoth, the spirit is commendable, and then essay to remember.