My Sky City

I like the windy days, so that I can dance in the wind and gently wrap around your side; I like the sunny days, so that when I look up, my eyes are full of the smell of sunshine; I like rainy days, you can see the lingering wind blowing the drizzle across my window, playing a sound of ticking, ticking the wonderful movement, then splashing in the soil, falling into mud and grinding into dust. In the windy days, you can let your thoughts fly as much as you like, either sad or happy. I just want to let it disappear in the wind at that moment, with a new and vigorous attitude, the sprout and vigorous growth have all the strength and courage, just like the seeds of dandelion, which grow everywhere and look new. I want to have such a city, a place that belongs to me. I like quietness. I can throw away the noise and disturbance in the world and enjoy the mess without silk and bamboo. You can think about many questions worth thinking about. In the morning, at the moment I opened my eyes, I could see white clouds drifting by my side. The gentle sunshine stroked my cheek and breathed the first fresh air from the breeze. Listen attentively to the wonderful movement played by birds with their own unique and loud singing voices, and listen cheerfully. The fresh sunshine, the vigorous wind, the bright smile lingering on the face, everything is so simple and so sincere. Strolling in the center of the city, I am used to seeing the endless crowds around me and smiling sincerely. It is natural and easy-going, without intrigue, intrigue and struggle for rights in the past, what remains is only the sincere and pure heart. Here there is no deception, no cunning and affectation, no jealousy, no pain, only a simple and simple happy life. You can do what you like, or go to a bookstore, read the books in it, and smell the smell of books. Sometimes I will be moved by the stories or emotions in the book and cry! Or in the afternoon, find a teahouse, find a place near the window, and order a pot of newly listed new tea, savoring the fragrance of the tea carefully while enjoying the scenery outside the window, diffuse man way out. Or if a person is too stuffy, he can invite two or three friends to talk about his ideal in the cafe while enjoying the beautiful afternoon time in the rich coffee. When the last wisp of residual Sun vanished in the western sky, the night finally came unhurriedly. The stars in the sky flickered, and whose eyes were blurred? Who is the brightest one? The moon gradually climbed up into the sky, illuminating the deep night sky in a flash. The Moonlight spread over every corner, I suddenly wanted to listen to Beethoven’s Moonlight and the Waltz’s dance steps again, wouldn’t it add a gorgeous color to this graceful night. In the night, a person hid in the study, Make a cup of tea, read a favorite book, write an article belonging to yourself, and cheer for your youth. Draw a picture scroll that I have been pursuing in my heart, and use the brush to retain the happy time and appearance. Happiness is very simple, but I can only find it in my dream. I just want to be a simple person, that’s all. An old song pervades my space. Whose missing shadow is lengthened by the dim light? In the middle of the night, I searched for the long-lost boundless waiting, and the beauty of Xu Yi wandered in the night sky. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…