Morning Sun's beautiful article appreciation
Morning Sun's beautiful article appreciation, in daily life, many people will be through some articles to record some things in life, everyone lives a different life, no matter how good or bad is a part of life, the following share the morning sun's beautiful article appreciation, together with the next see it.
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Know what? The most "horrible" wake-up call on vacation is when your husband yells, "Wake up, morning exercise."
The park under the morning sun through the ease, green verdant green exudes a faint fragrance, so that people are refreshed, clusters of colorful overflowing with a leisurely joy, so that people are pleased with the feelings of smooth. I am free to walk under the shade of the flowers, and the activities of the park scene but there is a trace of out of place.
The morning exercise of a lot of people, from the age of the ear, to the age of standing, to the age of ambition, from ping-pong, to badminton, to basketball ...... this side of the airbamboo "buzzing" sung, a higher than a sound, there is the momentum of the dome of the sky; Over there, the square dancers, in the cheerful rhythm, dancing a neat arc; 800 meters on the runway, sweating athletes, in the self-challenge, to overcome their own is successful ...... haha, the crowd of the husband's figure in the teenager's backing more and more bloated, and look at this figure, the sense of happiness from the bottom of the heart rose up! ...
Suddenly feel, here is like a heavenly realm, under the trees, in the flowers, in the grass, everywhere is not permeated with vigorous vigor, everywhere is not permeated with the beautiful yearning, there is more is a "hope", a "peace! "...... Here there is no confusion, no dispute, only the grass and trees of the WeiweiLong, only the mood of the quiet ......
Yes, is this "quiet The original most "horrible" wake-up call has become beautiful, become beautiful ......
The morning sun's `beautiful prose
Sunset and evening is very beautiful, but has become yesterday, can not be seen but also can not touch. Today has passed away, is tomorrow well? I am looking forward to a morning light, a spring season, a soul-warming tomorrow, and then planted a desire, a desire for happiness, with the rest of my life to operate her, continue her, cherish her ......
I am always desiring the sunrise, like desiring a lover in general desires the daybreak; that is a kind of how a scenic river and mountain , that is a kind of what kind of pain and suffering. Where am I? Where should I go? Where do I need to be? Where is my wilderness? I can't see the road under my feet, I'm like a lost lamb, I've lost my partner, I've lost my way back, I've lost the golden age of love.
Love and career have nothing to do with me, lungs music is lungs street walkers, strange floors are still in the strange migration change, to the unknown direction of the car in a hurry to fly to and fro ...... there is a thought but doubly intense: the world I have become a redundant role; Negativity and negativity became my companion on the journey, snuff and beer became my best anesthetic.
I look at the bowl but think of the pot, the bowl did not eat on the pot did not fish; success and I as the night and day, always separated from the departure, back to the road; and failure is like a shadow, so that I can not drive away from the pinch can not be crushed to break the fall; as such, so that I pack down the loneliness, holding a lonely, stepped on the failure but still as in the same way to meet the relentless time, in the years it continues to deepen the self-improvement, the silver bun, the shy wrinkles, and the other side of the world. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
I walked, lost soul twisted and turned to walk; pretending to be a man who may be able to stand on his own two feet, the world's night and day, but always looking for my place to stay. I think I am, I wear human skin but live like a dog, (at times, I look forward to the day I will also be honored as a pet) the prosperity of the metropolis and I have nothing to do with the quiet village and I have nothing to do with me, I want to create a career or to extinguish itself, how do I exist?