Open quietly, fragrant alone.

When I walk on the street where traffic and people flow are restored, I naturally feel a little far away from me, as if I have become a vague past in my memory.

In fact, as long as I look up, I can see the blue sky and white clouds, but the blue sky is not clear, the white clouds are not clean, and my vision is not broad.

I can also see the plants along the street, but they are too stiff and melodramatic.

I still stopped on the bridge deck of Fujiang River and looked at Fujiang River up and down. The river is boundless, the flowing water is gurgling, and it flows to the distance alone.

Once the lovely red-billed gull foraged; A once busy cruise ship; Wild ducks that used to drift leisurely on the river; No one plays, no one interacts with nature, and they all fall into a colorless dream.

I hurried off the street, I wanted to walk on the soft grass. I want grass to brush my ankle, let the green pulp dye the upper red, and then sigh and say,' I'm back!'

I like nature, because I can completely open my mind in nature.

I would like to be beautiful and fragrant alone like those wild flowers.

Has nothing to do with others, quietly open, let the fragrance change gradually with time.