"Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently". This is the image of spring rain described by Du Fu, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring rain is unknown, and the spirit of selfless dedication is all pinned in this short and exquisite poem. Sometimes the spring rain falls like a slender girl, gently and gently, but sometimes it falls like the water of the Yellow River that bursts its banks, leaving a "swishing" sound.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the clouds and reflects on the small water droplets on the green leaves, which are crystal clear, sparkling and lovely.
Looking from a distance, I saw a large wave of golden waves rolling. Occasionally, I saw a few small black spots, flickering faintly. Only when I looked closer did I realize that they were just a large field of golden rapeseed flowers, and the faint black dots were just farmers working hard. Maybe some people can't see through it no matter how hard they look. This kind of special beauty, you have to look at it with your heart, calm down, look at it calmly, throw away all distracting thoughts to experience it, and then you will discover its existence. Although the eyes are the windows to the soul, as long as the spirit of your soul is extraordinary, what your soul sees and what your eyes see will be a completely different picture. Quietly looking at these beautiful and tranquil pictures, my soul is cleansed.
It is not impossible that there are grand scenes and situations that make people excited. For example, yesterday afternoon - a large wave of black birds flew over the roof. They did not seem to be arranged in a neat team like geese or cranes, but soared freely under the blue sky. It was dazzling and dizzying to see. When you want to take a good look at one, it quickly glides through a graceful arc in a playful manner, which makes people wonder endlessly.