I am the sail, you blow me to drift to / I am the cliff, you clap me to make the sound of the coast / I am the new leaf, you shine on me to start a new life / remember, in the countryside days, out of the modern days. Forever foggy in the morning, fog beads on the leaves. The huts near and far were stored up in the mist, and the old folks had long been bending over the fields, watching a ray of light shine through to us. I saw you run into the bamboo forest, disappeared, still hear footsteps, familiar footsteps, light and shadow overlapping, penetrate each other, each other shine. Then the footsteps disappeared, and the imprint stayed in the heart forever. Birds began to sing.
Description of the spring countryside fields clean and beautiful text
Description of the spring countryside fields clean and beautiful text (Part I)
1. People say: a year's plan is in the spring. This saying is not wrong at all, because spring is pregnant with hope.
2. The spring of peach and willow, the summer of flowers and leaves, the fall of maple and chrysanthemum, the winter of pine and snow.
3. Spring is bright, spring is full of color, green, young grass like emerald emits a pleasant luster.
4. Ah! Now spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year, throughout the ages people have used almost all the beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring, bring people vitality, bring people hope.
5. Spring is coming, everything is recovering; summer, the sun is burning; fall, fruitful; winter, snow-capped. Each season has its own unique beauty, and I was only mesmerized by the beauty of spring.
6. In spring, the animals also wake up from their slumber. The grass is beginning to sprout, and the earth is showing a thriving scene everywhere. At a glance, there is a green scene everywhere, like a watercolor painting.
7. Spring makes people happy; spring makes people happy; spring gives a kind of indescribable pleasant feeling, let's spend this free spring belonging to us.
8. Spring, a vibrant, all things revive, spring. Look, with the arrival of the "spring girl", cute little animals are jumping out of the run, the children also run out of the smile, and enjoy the fun of spring with kites.
9. Grass secretly drilled out of the soil, tender green, then a variety of sleeping winter plants, are slowly awakened, greet each other and laugh, not lively. This is not, energetic they decided to open a debate to discuss who is the most beautiful in the spring.
10. Spring also came to the orchard, all the fruit tree flowers are blooming. Look how red the peach blossoms are, and in the morning the mountains are immersed in clouds of pink.
11. Do not be immersed in the silence of winter, spring has come, nature is already a vibrant scene.
12. The campus has a fascinating four seasons: peach and willow green in the spring, flowers and leaves in the summer, maple red chrysanthemums in the fall, pine green and snow white in the winter.
13. Spring is the season for the practical and diligent. She favors the down-to-earth actors, only such people can really taste the mud of the cordiality of spring, the warmth of the spring breeze, the rhythm of spring, the spring scenery of the spring, the spring of the deep feelings! Only such people can understand the spring, fear the spring, cherish the spring, write the spring, sweating in the spring!
14. Everywhere is the crowd of excursions, there are elderly loving satisfaction, there are lovers of the joy of openness, there are children's innocent smile. Suddenly realized: the reason why the bright spring is so beautiful is that it makes people's mood bloom at this moment.
15. Spring girl came, with bright spring light gently, but slightly hazy melancholy, night I look up at the starry sky, the rain gently caress my face, the starry sky a little fog around, seems very poignant.
16. Willow tree stretching open the branches of the yellow-green leaves, in the slight spring breeze gently flick, like a group of nymphs dressed in green dancing. Sandwiched in the middle of the willow tree peach tree also bloomed brightly colored flowers, green willow, red flowers, really beautiful!
17. Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh, the sun is warm.
18. Where is spring? Go to nature to find spring! Spring is in the branches, willow tender green, peach blossom brightly colored. Spring is in the air, the wind is warm, and the swallows are flying.
19. After the rain, the sun walks through the seven-color rainbow, ten thousand light shines on the spring earth, everything on the ground is vibrant. Grass on the ground, fine tender leaves wet, green branches and green trees, like just took a bath, looks verdant. The birds were singing happily on the branches, singing to make people feel good; the little bees came out to collect honey, they flew from this bouquet of flowers to that bouquet of flowers. The happiest are the children under the sun, some of them chasing and jumping, some singing and dancing, and some flying kites in the blue sky, another thriving picture.
20. Spring is dressed up with flowers and smiles coming to us.
Spring is a magician, who is more magical than her, who is more beautiful than her, she patted the face of the sky with a magic wand, the sky suddenly revealed a smile, the bright sunshine to the clouds with a golden edge, she touched the shoulder of the mountains with a magic wand, the mountains immediately opened the sleepy eyes, take off the gray winter clothes, replaced with brightly colored clothes.
22! That a fiery red kapok blossom, blossoming in the branches. Especially its flower bones, red, very full, as if all of a sudden out of the head! Countless beautiful kapok flowers, dotted with the simple and unadorned trunk, how elegant it looks!
23. Whether it is Monsun, mid-spring or quarter-spring, truth-seeking is valuable, truth-seeking is honorable, truth-seeking is to look at the self, truth-seeking means progress, truth-seeking is embedded in the enhancement of truth-seeking is a sign of success! Truth-seeking must start from the spring, start from me, in order to harvest the autumn fruit, perfect self! The rosy spring, the spring, the rhythm of spring and realistic people are always echoed and synchronized song and dance!
24. Spring - is the smile of the flowers, is a light green willow branches in the stretch, is the grass opened the eyes of the hazy sleep, see the world; spring - is the sky swaying with all kinds of kites, is the hand holding the kite line in the hills and mountains running around the children; spring - is the goddess of nature, a sleep wake up in the dressing table next to the grooming, she will be frozen in the flowing water! She "comb spread" open; the beautiful flowers and reds painted on the ground; the sky washed clear blue; the dark clouds aside, so that the colorful sunshine and shine on everything.
25. Where is spring, where is spring, where is spring, spring in that blue sky. Ah, in the sky, the little swallows chirping and singing happily, adding a lot of vitality to the spring.
26. Spring is the season of recovery. Spring is full of birdsong and flowers, and spring is full of vitality. No wonder many poets and writers praise spring, and painters depict spring with their brushes. It is really a spring! How can such a spring not make us marvel?
27. I saw spring. The rolling hills in the distance became pale green. Nearby, the grass on the hillside also quietly burrowed out of the ground, they are tender and green. Fat leaflets, like a fat doll just waking up.
28. Spring rain pattering, pattering, grass ah, quickly drill out! The first thing you need to do is to get out of the house and get out of the house! The spring wind is smiling, smiling, the birds said: "I want to sing to you! I want to dance for you!"
29. playful spring girl with a light step quietly came, she sent away the cold spring, ushered in the sunny spring. On this day, my mom and dad and I are going to look for spring.
30. "A year's plan lies in the spring", just starting the head, there is plenty of work and hope.
31. In this wonderful springtime, the park's flowers, grass, trees, willow branches like a long green braid, with the wind shaking its curvaceous body. Grass from the cracks in the ground to poke his head out, looking right and left: trees from the "sleep" wake up, look around and realize that spring has come.
32. The beautiful spring is here, we are looking for spring. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and you'll be able to see it. Hundreds of flowers are blooming, hundreds of birds are singing, and the grass is slightly poking its head out to see the surrounding scenery.
33. Some unknown flowers, this one, that a cluster of sprinkled on the ridge, green green broad bean seedlings neatly standing next to the ridge.
34. Swallow read the letter, about the partners to fly back to the north in the direction of the informed. At this time, the small flowers and grass stretched, they slept and woke up, the river shook the body thick - ice, it also slept and woke up.
35. Spring is coming, the wildflowers on both sides of the river, grass, willows in the caress of the spring breeze, rubbing the yellow eyebrow green eyes, stretching the light soft arms.
36. In an instant, the harsh winter has passed, spring has quietly come to earth. Spring, is a beautiful season, is full of poetry; spring, and means the beginning of a vibrant. Since ancient times, poets love spring, praise spring, because the spring scenery is pleasant, everywhere can be into the poem.
37. In the fields, the wheat seedlings are green, as far as the eye can see, as if the green waves. The golden-colored wild cabbage flowers, glittering in the green wave.
38. The spring girl took a light step and scattered a lush.
39. Little bees danced a graceful "8" dance on the petals of the flowers and sent the sweetest nectar to Miss Spring.
40. Looking for the footprints of spring, I found them: the warm wind brought by spring, the fine rain brought by spring, and the lovely young leaves brought by spring.
41. The spring wind is gentle, like a mother's hands caressing the child's face.
42. Spring on the ground, the colors began to rich up, no longer fixated on the whiteness of the snow; spring in the forest, the sound began to scramble up, no longer show the tranquility of the cold. Shallow green rendered a strong anger, light flowers decorated with strong poetry, it seems that spring suddenly give depressed people a clear mood, suddenly give the world a warm beauty of the world.
43. In the spring breeze, people into the nature, fly body and mind, the spirit of the spirit of vibration, sinews Shu alive. After the wind and snow sharpened branches, a change in the stiff and dull winter posture, gentle and delicate manner, full of youthful breath! Grass everywhere is like hearing the rallying cry of the charge, scrambling to drill out for the spring, cheer for the spring, applaud the spring, for the spring to add vitality!
44. Cinderella came to earth and clothed the earth in green.
45. Spring came so fast, quietly and unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches sprouted, all over the field of wildflowers rape flowers bloomed brilliant and colorful, all bathed in the dawn of the spring morning, in the spring breeze shaking swing, as if the young girl's light song and dance, Chu Chu moving.
46. The spring climate is pleasant, the air is fresh, the sky is clear and the sun has risen, but also warmer, it's a million golden light pleasantly with everything, the spring breeze brushed our cheeks, so gentle, so kind, like a mother caressing her children as gentle and generous!
47. The bees are buzzing around, busy picking flowers and making honey.
48. Spring is bright and beautiful: the scenery of spring is distinct and lovely. Example: "Spring is bright and beautiful, and a hundred flowers compete for color."
49. New green, tender green, fresh green, emerald green, full of green ah, gentle with our eyes; and this star-like flashing a little red, a little yellow, a little pink, a little purple ah, also surprised our eyes.
50. Who sings a black elegy when spring fades a little, who watches over the white village when night falls, my mercury, my fireworks, and my black slopes full of iris, these gentle wounds that will never heal, only in the green forest flowers that a splash of heavier than a splash of the spring color of the infected, only to be willing to quietly pass away. This is the first time I felt, hidden in the lonely garments under the budding vitality.
51. Spring mother awakened again, she nursed grass, care for trees, breeding life, warmth, so that the world a full of vitality.
52. Spring is a warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of brightly colored flowers; everyone refuses to give way, red, yellow, white and purple, a variety of flowers are really like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smelled the scent of the flowers and flew in unison to collect honey, flying around in mid-air.
53. The rain in spring is soft and gentle, only to be seen bouncing on the bamboo branches and leaves. That rain sometimes straight line sliding down, sometimes with the wind sprinkle, leaving such as smoke such as fog such as yarn such as silk of the silhouette, splashing rain seems to be the piano on the jumping notes, playing a beautiful melody.
54. Whether it is breaking out of the ground, or budding; whether it is slowly stretching, or slowly flowing; and whether it is silent, or warbling, as long as the old man of the season to pull back the curtain of spring, they will use their own unique way to repertoire of nature that magical vitality here.
55. Spring, spring rain, green bamboo mountains, green bamboo forests, like a smoke dream of ink painting. Rain and mist, sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustle rustle, like a young girl caressing the strings, like the spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.
56. Spring has come, the small trees issued new buds. The leaves of the trees have been nurtured through the winter, and now they finally send out new buds. Willow tree also grew buds, buds tender green, green, full of branches. When the wind blows, it seems as if a graceful girl is dancing.
57. Spring, both give people new life, but also give people new hope. I love this beautiful spring.
58. Embracing the spring rain, the frequent knocking of the rain outside the window, for whom to send a lot of love? Grass drilled out of the ground early, with the breath of the soil, stretching in the spring breeze, the spring rain to dress her up more beautiful, charming ......
59. The spring breeze sends warmth, bringing the earth a different kind of warmth.
60. Grandpa Winter sent away the cold of the earth, and Miss Spring came to earth with light steps. The spring scenery is very beautiful, like a vivid painting.
Classic Sentences Describing Country RoadsOn both sides of the highway are boundless fields, a field of yellow, green and brown undulating with the height of the terrain. The plowed field seems like a piece of brown corduroy kale field is a blue and pure scene. As the car drove along the narrow country road, patches of red poppies flashed before Anna's eyes through the short hedges. She looked out to the left again and was surprised to see a long stretch of coastline. His heart raced with excitement and he looked around hurriedly to see if others had spotted the sea too, but unfortunately no one was paying attention. The passengers were so busy talking that they were probably oblivious to it. Anna, wide-eyed and alone, gazed at the distant sea, caught up in a fantasy. ---- Joan G. Robinson, "Marnie in Memory"
In thinking of you I walked along the country lanes, not realizing that the days had gone by, and flowers had actually blossomed in this barren place!
I like the feeling of going home, I like the straw and wheat stalks in front of and behind the house, I like a flock of chickens walking on the grass, and I like the muddy country roads, because there is a door of memory there. There I did not grow up, there I have no worries, there I am happy ............
You said there would be a future that would be different would gradually grow old sitting in a rocking chair and slowly shaking
You said there would be trust would be no doubt would be strolling along with me to go Country RoadThis is the first early summer, not yet come to cover the hands of us have been blinding sunlight penetrated the heart, burning heartbeat messy in the wind, Mercedes Benz in the blue sky, quiet in the sprinkling of soft hair. My bleak eyes have long seeped out of the translucent, this is what you make me feel real, it's not too late, I've been waiting for you to step lightly, with a smile to the countryside path with me, although it is drifting down the summer rains of the afternoon, it looks like the road surface is full of mud, and your slender fingertips full of bright, they bloomed in full bloom in order for you to come to a brilliant, colorful, seven-colored rainbow on the upper side of your brow smiling and resting! In the sky, the middle of the path has my straight figure and a beating heart, until the sunset .........
This is going to be a long time
The countryside path, elegant, is the grass, is the flowers, is the smile I think, this is going to be a long time. Farewell, country roads, I have handed them over to my memories with my own hands.The drizzling rain, like smoke and mist, drifting and lingering, dyed the trees, the grass and the country roads green. A few purple swallows in the rain through and through, scattered a string of green notes. Who is the head of the village on the hedge wall of three or two branches of anxious apricot blossoms, has been burning pick in the rain curtain, soft and fresh, reminiscent of "apricot news in the sound of rain," the mood of the poem to.
Petunia beside the fence
To walk through the stormy years, such as the years are quiet, I accompany you to see that the evening sunset, and maple leaves are red, the fall, I will take you to walk on the carefree countryside, look at the walls of the city of Manjung, counting the petunias beside the fence, imagining the innocence and happiness of childhood, in the quiet years, spend a period of love lingering years, forget the disturbances, and the world is not a place for the people. Waiting for the setting sun dyed red half of the sky, through a thick autumn woods, look at the fallen leaves with the wind, flying all over the sky, guarding a green and romantic love, looking back, you and I separated by how many nights without stars, that long thought into a fence, now, let you and I in the grudges entwined, calm the heart of the anger, melting in the love and the water, affectionate ... ... ...I had hoped to walk slowly with you in the sunset on the countryside, when hope becomes luxury, leaving me alone to dye that sunset, with your miss ushered in the night, leaving tears of sadness ---- your loneliness? Who is tasting the "flavor of missing"
Silent night sky, just like the silent life, in this gorgeous city, there are always some different people. Stroll through the streets of the end of the prosperity, like walking in the countryside, but there and walking in the countryside on the road is a little different, it is more than the countryside on the road with a touch of beauty, there is a kind of want to stay not want to go home feeling.
Teenage youth we have walked in a flower grass and smile of the countryside, but later too many people went into the bustling mediocrity of the avenue, and never see the young figure.
The country road is lined with wildflowers, and after the rain stops, the sky behind the clouds reveals the kind of azure blue that appeared on postcards in the 1950s. ---- Jojo Moyes "One Plus One"
After years of studying abroad, instead of saying that distance separates family members
, it's better to say that I'm becoming the person I want to be... the hot desire in the ice cold, the sharp, cold eyes in the heat, the self-love of life in loneliness, and the revisiting of one's own dreams in leisure. In the countryside of the 90's, there was a vision of beauty wrapped in the earthy atmosphere of ignorance... the so-called love of parents is Missing, but that year 30 years east of the river 7 years old to see the truth of the father still exists, after all, that era did get rich, climbing is a kind of influenza small adults so began in the promotion of self-supplementation of that missing, no longer look back at the song in the countryside when you are enough to take charge of the self. When the parents of that missing attachment to make up for it seems a bit clumsy between morality and self, intuitive expression to give themselves some freedom better than stuck in an official or modified in the box so that you so hypocriticalI would like to be in a quiet afternoon, strolling in the countryside, the best side and you
Followed by the grandmother walked in the countryside, in the field picking vegetables, listen to the grandmother to tell that the story of the past. I can't go back to my childhood, and now my grandmother still loves me so much. I want to hold my grandmother to cross the road, but she held my hand tightly, in her eyes, I am still a child. I hope that time will slow down and not let you grow old again. My favorite grandparents, you must be healthy, watch me get married, watch my children grow up, and watch me live a good life, so that I can be filial to you, okay? Such deep feelings, I just can't imagine how painful it would be to lose you guys if one day, I'm afraid you're no longer in my world.
I surveyed the equipment in the clean white operating room, and an inexplicable stirring arose in my heart. Ever since my first day of practicing veterinary medicine, I've dreamed of one day owning this. Yet here I stood, a shabby veterinarian, working in a filthy pigsty or barn, often having to fight with the animals to get my work done. But I have no regrets. My way of life gives me another kind of satisfaction and fulfillment. I'm pretty sure I'd rather be treating livestock on dusty country roads than standing in front of this elegant operating table all day long. ---- Jimmy Haley, "Everything is Spiritual and Beautiful"
The only thing you like to do is not to contain the law of cause and effect, so don't turn your like into a desire, then you can't accept a thing as bad as you like it to be, there is no way to like stinky tofu as much as you used to like it to be, you can only pinch your nose in desire and suffer the pain of tasting the stinky tofu, and ultimately loathe the stinky tofu. Stinky tofu. So, only desire will destroy one's hobbies, and hobbies are one's label, so it is said that desire makes you lose yourself. I like the idea of two roads. If you like something, you don't use it to make money and show off, you have to feed the road by making money. It's like the highway road and the country road. There's really no contradiction between the two at all. Having a big highway is the only way people won't talk about destroying country roads to build big highways.
I would like to have a person like you, regardless of the morning and night time with me, I would like to have a person like you, regardless of the big things and small things according to me, from sunrise to sunset, from the countryside to the city of prosperity, accompanied by me to the heart of the clarity.
If life is only like the first time I saw you, will you still carry me out of a world on the countryside, a world that belongs to you and me without end?
After missing a long time to understand, the so-called happiness, in fact, is very simple: a cup of tea, two chairs, a willingness to accompany you to stroll along the countryside of the person, this life is enough.
Get up early, a ray of sunshine into the curtains, get up and eat together to drive to work, and at night together back to this home has been a good meal, after dinner, and their loved ones in the countryside on the road to walk, talk about what a leisurely thing. The city's hustle and bustle is not as bad as the city's bustle and convenience, not to mention the comfort of the buildings.
In the evening, walking along the countryside, smelling the fragrance of vegetables coming out of people's houses, listening to the broken whispers from afar, and feeling the soft glow of the setting sun, it's a unique experience
Lavender, a purple flower whose flower language is "waiting for love", blossoms in the wind in July and August, and the gorgeous purple color decorating the green valley, and the slightly pungent fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of the scorched grass, weaves together the fragrance of the sun. The slightly spicy fragrance, mixed with the scent of sunburnt grass, is woven into the most unforgettable scent of southern France. In the bright sunshine of Provence, this purple romance permeates the air, across the Provence countryside, wine estates and Roman ruins gave birth to the ancient love, enlightened the mind of Van Gogh, in this purple dream paradise.
One, the wind, a person walking in the quiet countryside, full of thoughts fluttering haphazardly, dark sky a few hidden stars in the flashing, seems to be telling me how to clear my mind, but I can not understand to hear.
Second, yesterday's shade, today's sunny warm. After the autumnal equinox, strolling in the countryside, the leaves are still green and long in the trees, the crops harvested, the tree, appears to be even taller. A simple, a touch of fresh, is the most gorgeous color of life.
Third, this week has been busy, the afternoon finally to do things are done. Dusk moment, strolling in the countryside on the road, feel the air is filled with the flavor of relaxation and freedom, such a mood is really rare. Perhaps, life is so dry to finish the dry, not for unnecessary things and people angry trouble, contentment.
Fourth, I have always hoped that you can do a man of leisure, away from the trivialities of life, to avoid the hustle and bustle of the world, living in a quiet town, planting flowers in front of the room, planting vegetables behind the house, dogs and chickens, and living a leisurely and easy life in the countryside, and the most favorite people with the picking vegetables, cooking. Early in the morning, we step together in the morning dew, evening stroll in the countryside road, humming an old song, feel the smell of soil and grass! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to do that!
Fifth, after dinner, holding hands and humming a song, on the road to take a cool ride, strolling in the countryside on the road, this is a long-distance relationship when how much they want to live ~ now is a slow-paced life.
Six, for some reason, since childhood, like rain! Favorite is the setting sun under the reflection of the evening sun, enjoy breathing the fresh air of the soil after the rain, carefree strolling in the countryside! Look at the sunlight reflected in the creek pit, listen to the rustle of the new green leaves.
Seven, a person strolling in the countryside, feel the unique culture of fishermen.
Eight, at night, strolling in the countryside in front of the home, look up, the hometown of the moon so bright, so round, exudes a beam of soft cool light.
Nine, the birds and flowers, and the beloved people strolling in the countryside, is how romantic.
X. Early summer nights, I strolled along the countryside, the gentle evening wind blew across my face, gentle songs, drifting into the heart.
XI, the afternoon, along the plant outside the countryside, strolling in the sea of flowers, intoxicated in the fragrance of the flowers, the work after the release of the mood, so cozy.
twelve, strolling in the countryside of the town of Jiangnan, feel the rain and smoke in March, the surrounding air is comfortable, people are also very relaxed. Here away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the night is very dark, you can also hear the insects, the wind brings a burst of flowers, you can see a piece of cloud in the sky, is very beautiful, quiet in a wave of comfort.
13, I always want to one day I can hold your hand, strolling in the countryside, listening to the four seasons of the wind, enjoy the volume of Shu cloud, painting spring and autumn painting, chanting Lotus plum poetry. I always want to choose a quiet and secluded, build a house of elegance, step in the spring, listen to the rain, service chrysanthemums, looking for plums. I always want to find a quiet place, dial dew to find the secluded, according to the bamboo to listen to Huang Huang, flowers to see butterflies, orchid side smell. Always want to put down the delusion, the morning stream canoeing, twilight listening to the flute, good wine chanting the moon, tea with the wind.
Fourteen, after dinner strolling in front of the door of the countryside on the road, the sun sets, the air is very fresh!
XV, strolling in the countryside, enjoying the beauty of the autumn scenery, listening to the autumn wind murmuring, a beautiful loneliness, and the autumn gently said.
XVI, you have thought of this, and a person they love, the house in the forest, and then in each morning overflowing with fresh air, bathing in the sun, walking in the quiet countryside, open a new day of energetic work it!
seventeen, as you listen to the chirping of birds in the morning, and the cool wind rustling through the trees, as you walk along the countryside.
xviii, lotus ponds, lotus flowers everywhere, a burst of flowers, alone strolling in the countryside on the road, at this moment and do not care to appreciate this scene, only love to enjoy this rare tranquility.
XIX, Tanabata Festival, strolling in the paradise of the countryside, the time tunnel spread endless thoughts, there is a feeling like a hundred folds back to the Peach Blossom Garden, a breeze came, carrying a heavy tenderness, white clouds swept over the green hills, a few long-lost flowers, bring a piece of the deep love at this moment.
XX. Tonight, strolling in the countryside, smelling the wheat and listening to the frogs, incomparable comfortable weather.
XXI, the afternoon stroll in the countryside, sniffing the faint fragrance of flowers, touching the fragrance of the soil, I love this quiet life. A new day begins with an early start, and a new flavor comes from reading.
Twenty-two, I hope to take that he later, back here, holding his arm, holding my children, a stroll in the countryside, listening to me tell my childhood stories, take them to experience the joy of my childhood. Then they, too, will fall in love with this piece of land where I was born and raised.
Twenty-three, strolling in the countryside, let the thoughts in the evening wind flying, how much despair, are with the evening wind dispersed, forgotten in the countryside of the road.
Twenty-four, when the trees are only left with dead leaves, when the river is frozen no longer flow, when the people set on the bloated coat, the northern part of the country has ushered in the winter. But winter is not nothing. Walking in the snowy world, time stops only you and me. Walking in the fields of the countryside, endless green hope of wheat. I love the North, more love the North of winter.
Twenty-five, early in the morning, strolling in the countryside, look at the East Ran rising sun, for the earth covered with wisps of sunshine. Under the shade of the forest, the grass in the birds in the crisp singing, crystal dew glittering. Breathing the fragrance of the earth, enjoying the scenery of nature; pick a handful of dewdrops, floating lightly on the face, feel its coolness.
Twenty-six, the change of seasons, had the most disliked winter, bloated cotton clothes, binding a beating heart, as if like a sunflower open at night, no sunshine caress, will lose the previous day's vitality, the soul of the slumbering waiting to be awakened. Today, the cold wind, the wind chimes under the eaves of the window tinkling. Walking in the vast countryside, the wind swaying leaves slowly drifting down on the shoulders, although the coolness of the face, but deep inside the candle lit, but the warmth of the end of the winter! Sometimes they may not realize, after experiencing some things or meet someone, positive energy and then spread, subtle changes, slowly say goodbye to the former, because the power of the upward force to make themselves better; sometimes we need may not be materially rich, but the solace of the soul, not the sweet words of the left and right, but figured out how to know. I think knowing how to be contented is the only way to get closer to the sunshine and happiness!