Walking hurriedly on the way every day, I had no time to appreciate the green grass and trees, not to watch the buds hanging on the treetops, and to suck the breath of the Earth and the refreshing fragrance of flowers. The entanglement, jealousy, strife, fighting, selflessness and cruelty in the secular world make our body and mind very tired. Place yourself in a quiet mountain village, or ridge, or tree shade. Walking on the broad avenue, the water surface is wide, the microwave is sparkling, and the water Shadow is dark, so I can’t help feeling relaxed and happy. Wake up your mind with your mind and call your soul with your heart. You will certainly hear and feel your tranquil breath and whisper, everything you see, everything will be the happiest scenery and the brightest sunshine in your heart. A piece of blue sky, a pond with frogs and insects, and a faint forest. As long as you take your head from the secular utility, the green one belongs to you. Deep in the mountain, early in the morning, birds chirped and looked up at the sky. The sky was empty and hazy, as if there were light rain falling down. The trees along the road were verdant and full of strong desire. At the foot of the mountain, there were countless small flowers, united on the thorny branches, swinging countless fragrance. Among the vast dark green, dark green and emerald green, there are many white flowers in each other. The Bees rest assured to put their homes in that thick fragrance, brewing a dream that is sweeter than honey, and beekeepers will live with the circumstances, the tent set up according to the terrain spreads the fireworks of the world in this wilderness. The Mountain Path is winding, and the peaks turn around from time to time. The unknown flowers and trees poked their heads and waved enthusiastically to us. I was alone without a path. The mountain road was wet and slippery. The pavilions and pavilions in the distance were as looming as if they were, but there was a leisure feeling of searching. A few birds’ cries came from my ears from time to time, which were kind. In the ocean of trees, are birds singing and crying asking for friends? The trees stood quietly, silent but spoke a thousand words. Appreciating wild chrysanthemum wild chrysanthemum, quietly blooming in the mountains and plants, the fields and forests are decorated with colorful colors. Along the footprints of the shepherd, I walked to the depth of the field, where was the heaven of Daisy. The Golden, white and light yellow beautiful small flowers were bathed in the warm sunshine in winter. At a corner of the mountain, a clean white Daisy quietly bloomed in a mess of stones. The white and delicate petals were crowded together layer by layer, and the pale yellow flowers in the center were still hung with pink stamens, and Dew rolled on several petals, it makes people feel that the flowers are fragrant. The land of several square meters is covered with rugged stones, and there is no grass growing, but it is unique, bright and full of vitality. Compared with the surrounding yellow and dim weeds, they have almost become the only leading role in winter. Suddenly a gust of breeze blew by, the little chrysanthemum was swaying gracefully, and the light and elegant chrysanthemum fragrance rushed towards me, which was refreshing and refreshing. Only in the thick fog, that little white Daisy was quietly open. In a gray background, it was bright and gorgeous, revealing the tenacious life information. The cold wind blew through the mountains and fields, when everything is decadent, only small daisies are still blooming brightly without any signs of withering. Among the vast withered plants, they convey the thriving information and colors in silence, release the Zen of birth in silence. The dim moon night in a dim moon night, I walked leisurely through the silent forest, and the Moon poured its charming brilliance to the trees, filled with ghostly silence. Stop among clusters of filigree, suck the fragrance of flowers to your heart’s content, raise your head and stare at the moon buds like sickles, which are so bright, so quiet and beautiful. Throughout the ages, how many literati and moguers have expressed infinite emotions to the moon, either expressing emotions or expressing their ambitions, leaving a lot of quatrains that are fast-growing. At this moment, I am wandering in the moon and stars, and the black magpie flies south. According to the moon between Pine, Clear Spring stone upper reaches. Transfer to Zhu Pavilion, low Qi family, according to Sleepless artistic conception. Listening to the sound of insects with the fragrance of flowers. Quiet this impetuous center. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. 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