Bright and bright sky

I have been hurriedly walking through the gaps between tall buildings and the invariable streets like this every day. I don’t remember how long I didn’t look up at the sky carefully, let alone pay attention to what color the sky is, I just heard people say that the sky is blue and high. I just know from the words that the sky is gray and gloomy. I just learn from literati and movers to sigh up to the sky when I am in a bad mood: The sky is dark and dark with ink. Or it may be related to mood. In busy days, many things are just heard and imagined like this. The sky in the morning must be the most beautiful, I think. Therefore, on a misty morning, I persuaded myself to give up a chance to sleep late. I stepped on the breeze, bathed in the morning dew, and came to the riverside of yangliuyi with the crowds of morning refining. The East is still hazy, and the sky is light blue, which is as light as a drop of blue ink in a large basin of clear water; The light blue sky is dotted with several gray clouds, the sky is just like a graceful girl wearing a long dress with a light blue background, and the skirt is surrounded by light white clouds. The breeze blows and dances. In an instant, there was an illusion that a soft silk cloud gently touched me. It was ethereal and real. I clearly felt the warmth of the cloud, the softness of the cloud, and the comfort of the cloud, A drunkenness sitting in the clouds and a wisp of emotion floated through my eyes, spreading slowly along the fragrance of flowers. It was really real and gently attached to my face; It turned out that the color of the sky was not only the visual beauty, it is also a sense of enjoyment. Quietly, the Sun showed a red face reserved, and the Oriental Sky turned into a golden red in a flash, The cloud was covered with a veil shyly, and the sky was dressed in a different suit, deep and oiled blue and oiled Blue …… a kind of clear understanding of enchanting in my heart, it turns out that people’s mood is just like the color of the sky, all change. When you encounter twists and turns, your mood will become dejected, depressed and hesitant, and you will feel sorry for yourself. Even if it is sunny, your heart will still feel Gray, however, the gray wind and electricity were still blowing in my heart. It was a heavy rain coming from mountains, bothering my heart, and a kind of depression of lingering and suffocating. The time is like a blink of an eye, and the time is like water. Washing away the lead and having a good mood are the springs of happiness. In the busy schedule, I stole a little spare time and came to the suburb of green mountains and rivers, far away from all the high-rise buildings piled up by the noisy reinforced concrete, to truly feel the lake and mountain scenery. Raise your head and look at the vast sky. Or on a rainy afternoon, you don’t need to hold an umbrella with your hands, just walk in the rain like this, let the raindrops slide down gently, and let the raindrops kiss your cheeks vaguely. The sky in the rain had a special Extreme. The light clouds were singing and dancing with glittering raindrops. The sky was slightly gray and mixed with a little black. The air was swaying with a touch of soil flavor and the trickle rain, elegant, lightweight, hazy and ethereal. The air is fresh and clear, and a kind of refreshing coolness sneaks into the bottom of your heart. At this moment, you will feel that you are so light and small, as low as dust. Or in some twilight, sitting quietly in the sunset alone, feeling the sadness and beauty of the sunset. At this time, the sky was the most beautiful in a day. The setting sun was burning in the sky, and everything was covered with Sunglow, Lake light and mountain scenery. It was beautiful, and people couldn’t help sighing the god’s ingenuity. Walking through the afterglow of the sunset, the beauty of sadness is scattered in the vast expanse of smoke. Life is a process of rising and falling in the morning, just a process, no matter you are happy or sad, no matter you are rich or poor, as time passes by, you are gradually moving away in the morning bell and evening drum. Life flies, ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs, no surprise, and a common heart are the real wisdom and ignorance. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will disappear, just like life. No matter how famous you are, you can’t escape from the fate of driving the crane to the West. Time flies, time flies, no fetters, no dependence, reckless. I still like the moonlight as water in the night sky, the stars are bright, the Moonlight flows quietly, the sky is blue, the Moonlight is sad and fascinated. Lonely, quietly open, silently knock the soul. The Moonlight stretches beautifully under the sky, pouring out the clear glow of the ground, with dark fragrance and shadow, covered with flower tips and treetops, swaying and listening to the soothing and romantic sound of the moonlight falling down on the Earth. Big beads and small beads falling jade plate are the best evidence. Whether it is a full moon or a crescent moon, it is so fascinating. Occasionally you can see white clouds walking around the heaven with stars holding the moon, A fleeting meteor cuts through the night sky to show a beautiful and short bloom. When the moon hangs on the branch, the appointment must come from this feeling after dusk. The night sky is as smoky as fog, and the broken dots are as dreamy as a dream. The night is as cold as water. In such a night, no matter how much helplessness you have, no matter how life makes you anxious or desperate, it doesn’t matter at this moment, and your heart becomes open-minded and cheerful, people are unconsciously indifferent, everything is so plain in your eyes. The true rich are those who know how to admire themselves, laugh at life and have peace. Find a quiet in the hustle and bustle, settle the fatigue in your heart and cleanse your soul. Give yourself a happy reason, a happy space and a place to release pressure: no matter how tired you are, remember to raise your head occasionally and look at the Light Sky….. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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