Colorful scenery Colorful life
As long as you have a sincere heart, the world will be full of scenery.
The spring field is a green landscape. The little green creatures are enthusiastically living the rhythm of life, and they are singing a beautiful hymn in chorus. Everything is full of vigor toward the sun, they laugh, they sing, they grow up happily in the green hope, whenever I see these, I seem to feel a strong vitality, a green hope.
The sunset in the evening is a red landscape. "The setting sun is infinite, why should it be just near dusk?" Sunset is a magnificent scenery, when you quietly bathe in the sunset sunlight, you will perceive that it is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of spiritual baptism. The whole sky is covered with a soft color, so gentle, so beautiful. Will you be able to realize the "sunset, the broken hearted people in the sky of the attachment or often remember the creek pavilion at sunset, intoxicated do not know the way back" of the pleasure?
The fall wheat field is a yellow landscape. In the high days of autumn, when you stand on the ground in front of the wheat field, you will feel a burst of joy and comfort from the heart. Wheat seedlings will tell you that happiness is a plow to a harvest process, happiness is the hard crust to the beautiful maturity. Farmers will tell you, this piece of golden wheat field is their greatest comfort, no matter once the hot sun, or face to face, facing today's harvest, all have been rewarded.
Spring rain is a transparent landscape. An afternoon in spring, quietly snuggled in front of the window, feeling the spring rain beating a string of notes, spring rain like a grain of tiny crystals, gently floating in the colorful earth, they play with the fish in the water, and the wind and the flowers kiss, and the saplings dance together. Spring rain is a group of lively elves, they are transparent without a little impurity, they are happy and nature **** swim. Seeing this clean and transparent scenery, how can my heart not be moved?
Believe it, with a sincere heart to love life, will find that the world is so beautiful, nature gives you the scenery is so colorful.
Bloomed flowers
Stood quietly, floating dust falling petals swept in front of me, I listened to the petals inside the melancholy, I do not understand, sentimental Lin Daiyu why the defeat of the remnants of the flower dust fall into the ground? Just because of the drifting soul? Or is it because she is afraid that one day she will fly down to the sky like these broken flowers and no one cares? Will she find a new way out of her lost direction? How much of the short period of time is there to pity her? How much does the cruelty of life pity her? Daiyu, is there any sparkle in her life now that she has lost her will? Do you really want that empty shell?
Flowers, trying to bloom in the brilliant sunshine, people praise its beauty, but time is stingy, so the flowers quietly fell in the blood of the sunset, no one to see the flower faded when the woe, therefore, the poor people only remember the appearance of its flowers, but ignored the melancholy is also a kind of beauty. I quietly appeared in this world, but can not refuse to accept the natural cycle of arrangements for the disappearance, I am also a martyr in the martyrdom of life, who pity me for my grief? Look at the beautiful grass, deep and shallow, can you tell which is the new life just born? Looking back, how much have I lost and how much have I gained in this short life? Are you sure you will have what you are holding on to? It crosses my life, and in silence it is only a provocative smile. Life is like a dream. Yes, the dream is long, but the memory is short, a thousand threads turn into a burst of emptiness in the heart. My tears ah, why only you can experience the sadness of this space life and death ring?
The dream will be prolonged, I was thinking, if one day I suddenly disappeared in this universe, blood like the sunrise will still rise? The hot soul will still be wandering in despair? Look at that flower rain falling issued a refreshing fragrance, once upon a time, now, through how many ups and downs and tribulations? Who accompanied who through the storm? The moment you see the rainbow, and who suddenly fell? Will the dusty heart awaken again? The colorful years is the break of the music, the pleasant strings play a beautiful sound. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've had a good time.
Crying face, green leaves under the more uncertainty, I do not insist, because I have silently crying, in the end before I have also been stunned down, I have faced the trials and tribulations of the end of the abandonment. I use tears to hide faults, I use fatigue to cover up cowardice, I avoid difficulties, avoid failure, but I am strong, because I y understand: only strong people will be in tears, and only those who have shed tears will be strong.
The rain of flowers, you can not overwhelm my strength, I will not give in to you. Although life is short, I would also like to thank the people who gave me life. I will go on bravely, with a strong life, to guard the fluttering souls ......
The notes by the white sand beach
Outside the window, a burst of soft sounds, a drop of blue sprinkles sprinkled in the Aegean Sea. A gust of seagulls chirping, bringing endless thoughts ......
The corner of the beach, cream-colored shells hide a memory that erodes its white heart. Shell on that one of the most beautiful feelings, under the black feathers slowly erosion. The wind, scraping the last of a promise, over and also faded, and why bother to know to remember or forget.
Melancholy air, breathing a dark breath, like the beach in June but there is a lingering trail. Too ordinary, too real are full of different sweetness. A drop of dew is slowly fading away in the hot sun. The shape of that bubble in the sea is the same as the silence a thousand years ago, the same as the trace before oblivion. Crashing into the future, spinning with a faint smile. The melody of a graceful minuet round dance, across the winter's dolorous ripples.
The imprint of rain brings a white romance, a blue freshness and a gray melancholy to this warm summer beach.
Summer has not yet gone and winter has not yet arrived.
The moment when spring and fall meet, that moment of charm, that moment of fragrance. The heart's desire on the balsam fir tree, a hint of blowing wind chimes. So deep, yet pretending to be joyful.
The sound of the six-stringed zither, the beauty of the Aegean Sea, do you understand?
That one string, plucking the moon's shadow. The figure in the moonlight, shaped and alone, searching in solitude.
The fragrance of the orchid, the serene beach, the transformation of love, listening quietly on the edge of the clouds, that melodious chant. The long, wide sky, the rainbow looking elegant against the blue.
Blue and white spaced waves, little by little, hit the yellow sandy beach, passing away a little time.
Blue beach, seagulls singing. In a certain place, and the melody of the heart, in the sea to draw a circle.
Where the sea is connected to the sky, there is a secret that no one knows. Hiding in the blue corners, hovering, running, and then slowly passing away in the quiet sea. In the salty sea breeze, a trace of tears on the face. Seagulls draw in the air, the shape of the reverie, and their own mind to a perfect encounter it!
In the blue and purple alternating flames, know that different fragrance.
What kind of life does the alternation of up and down bring us?
The warm purple waves of nature seem to stop time. When lavender blooms, the purple sea on God's earth, its purple with blue, really beautiful, gorgeous, elegant ballet. There are lavender flowers beckoning you to the sea, and the elegant fragrance of lavender intoxicates you with the purple sea. A piece of purple lavender, coming from the light fragrance, with a strong flavor. What you see is lavender, what you breathe is fresh air, and what you feel is a pleasant climate. The bright sunlight is shooting down thinly, and the spring colors are all over the place. The green color emerging from the trees next to the lavender is especially dazzling in the sunlight, renewing its vitality.
The only pure white jasmine, blooming in the amber crescent moon, even if she loses all her strength, she will not be afraid.
On the shores of the Gold Coast, clean blue skies, clear water, kissed into a sea horizon. May day, just born of summer, the dream began to be brightly colored ahead of meandering, a long list of wishes, we day by day,
Slowly realized. Heavy rain washed away yesterday, youthful dark clouds a few pieces. Next to the rainbow, there are stars a few points, can not wait to blink. The flavor of the sea breeze becomes sweet, and the beach is covered with sequins.