A black bird, standing on a branch, quietly seems to be contemplating something. I stopped and observed it. Black feathers, yellow beak, claws, eyes as black as the feathers on its body, and its head turned a little from time to time.
Suddenly, it realized my presence, called out, and flew off violently. The sound of the chirping, familiar to me, reminds me of the sound music that rises and falls in the summer mornings. I don't know whether it is also remembering the joy of yesterday?
Undeniably, who will not recall some of the past in the heart once happy. Who will not be in the heart of the desire to spring flowers, all the way to the accompaniment of flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to look at the gray light of the sky, and you can't help but think that it's not worth looking forward to this kind of morning.
No, of course not. Every morning has a different color, every morning is worth looking forward to. When the light comes from the darkness, a new world opens up for us.
Natural stars, sun and moon, rain and snow, in time we experience, feel. Day and night change, seasonal flow, the heart in fact has long understood, what season to enjoy what scenery, there is always a beautiful waiting for us. Spring and Autumn, Summer and Autumn hide. Whether you like it or not, you have to cherish the moment.
Just look at the morning in front of us, frost as shallow snow, scattered between the grass and leaves. The light white, condensed with a crystal, as if the flowers bloomed, embellished with dry grass, cold branches. It makes a branch of grass, in the early morning hours, adding a bit of wind elegance, quiet but the atmosphere. And in those winter still green leaves, the frost has become a touch of color rendering, reflecting the leaves, more full and rich.
The kale on the ground, purple leaves, frost like a pearl on the edge of the buckle. A piece of leaf really seems like a plumage, light and with fairy, noble with elegance, as if it is a piece of the fairy's plumage left on earth. And dried up in the branches of a few pieces of maple leaves, under the frost Hua, as if the beauty of the late, the charm still exists.
In the park, there is a square dance noise, there is also playing Tai Chi serenity, and running, walking calmly, everything to make life in the early morning enthusiasm.
Mr. Yu Qiuyu said: "The taste of life is to taste the poetry of the seasons, from the natural season to the season of life. The seasons are there without tasting, but with tasting, the poetry is revealed, and with poetry, life is intoxicating."
I want to savor the poetry of the seasons, starting with each of these early mornings. Seriously read the time of nature , feel the taste of life, in a morning time in the inner peace, joy at ease, live out the poetry and flavor of life.
Just like this time, walking in the winter morning, you will learn to find the beauty and poetry of the winter morning. Understand that in winter many lives are dormant and waiting. So, even a piece of dead grass and leaves, also contains unlimited vitality. This is the season, this is the law of life. There is no right or wrong, good or bad, but just a time of peace and obedience, natural only.
Learning to savor the season of time, there is no need to lament the relentlessness of time. I don't want to be in a hurry, but I believe in the power of life. The sun and the moon are flowing, and life is constantly being renewed. Just like the diffusion of mankind from ancient times to the present, the river of life has been flowing.
Flowers bloom and fall, grass grows and withers, nature will always be a new face in front of humans. As you walk through the garden day after day, as long as you pay attention, you will find that every morning will have a different mood.
Looking up at the east, a ray of sunshine penetrated the clouds, sprinkled to the ground. Light fog like smoke, in the forest dense with a part of the world of paradise. That old man playing Tai Chi, white hair and red clothes, dashing and calm, bright and calm. The years left on her face is just a cloudy smile.
Every morning is worth looking forward to. I believe that out of the darkness, life will glow with miracles. Nietzsche said, "Every day that does not rise is a failure of life." In the early morning hours, the right way to open the life, dancing against the wind, let the mind free to run in the leisurely time.