1. Beautiful sentences describing blooming flowers
They are all lotus flowers
Jiangnan
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
The fish plays among the lotus leaves, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the east,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the south, and the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the north.
Lotus Picking Song by Wang Changling
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming on both sides of the face.
He entered the pool without being able to see him, but when he heard the song, he felt that someone was coming.
Dawn comes out and Jingci sees off Lin Zifang Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao
In autumn, the fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
The lotus flowers are clear. Shi Tao
The five-inch lotus leaves are delicate, and they stick to the waves without hindering the movement of the boat;
It can also be seen in the Xunfeng in April and May. Covering the waist of a beautiful woman.
"The Theory of Love and Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi, Song Dynasty
There are many lovely flowers on land and water. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since the Li and Tang Dynasties, people have loved peonies very much. I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. It can be viewed from a distance but not played with.
In spring, the camellias bloom. There are many bright red flowers. The trees are full of red flowers, so eye-catching and so cute, like colored silk and satin.
Look! The smiling camellias have dozens of heart-shaped petals stacked on top of each other, blooming fragrantly and happily. Some of them are "swinging" on the branches, like a girl performing a wonderful dance. ; Some are hanging on the waist of the branches, with their mouths open, singing about the arrival of spring with sweet voices; some are embedded among the branches of the trees, as if they are accumulating strength and meeting challenges; some cover half of their faces with green leaves, looking like they are blooming. Very shy, and seems to be playing hide and seek with me... In each camellia, there are light yellow stamens hidden in the small petals, which look very elegant.
Look at the swollen and cracked opening, just now The camellias in bloom are like bells pointing towards the sky. The morning dewdrops are stained on the edges of the silky petals. Under the sunlight, the flowers look even more charming. A gust of wind blows, and the camellias tremble, like a graceful and beautiful girl. The charming girl stretches her graceful figure in the morning light, but the naughty dewdrops roll down.
And the budding flower bones are more like small hearts, wrapped in layers of petals. , wrapped so tightly, so strong, so exquisite!
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Spring is the season when camellias bloom. Some trees have several colors on the same tree. From a distance, they look particularly delicate. What I like most are the pink camellias, which come in various shapes. Some are shy and waiting to be released, and their small buds are fresh and cute. Some have just bloomed, and many flowers are competing with it! Some are in full bloom, like a baby's sweet smiling face, showing its graceful figure to tourists. The petals of the camellia are layered, soft and elastic, making people feel that they have a different interest. Its petals are dotted with many small golden particles, which are the seeds that breed this new life. It is said that it takes a long time for ordinary flowers to bloom before the buds are opened, but as soon as the petals of camellias wither, the buds cannot help but remain in the buds.
Camellia leaves are green with jagged edges. With its background, the camellia looks even more beautiful.
I love the green leaves of camellias, and I love the delicate and beautiful camellias even more! 2. Beautiful sentences describing the blooming of flowers
Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms, and delicate begonia flowers are all blooming in full bloom.
The elegant little white flowers of Gypsophila are dotted among the light green branches and leaves.
Dianthus flowers poke their heads out from the chaotic weeds, their pink smiling faces are so beautiful!
The morning glory raised its big purple trumpet, as if it was blowing a nice morning song.
In the field, a patch of red vetch is like a blazing flame.
The blooming lotus has green stems, looking into the distance like a graceful girl.
Some chrysanthemums are fully opened, revealing the light yellow stamens; some chrysanthemums are half open, like a shy little girl, especially the budding flower bones, which look particularly special against the green leaves. Delicate.
Those thousands of smiling flowers seem to be smiling and whispering in a crisp voice: Spring is here! spring is coming!
Clusters of bright flowers gathered under the leaves, like countless butterflies, slightly spreading their wings and stopping in the air, motionless.
The breeze blows, waves of flowers fall down, and the mountains and fields seem to be covered with a large colorful brocade quilt.
Looking at the large swath of brightly colored cherry blossoms, I really suspected that it was the Nine Heavens Fairy who scattered the torn colored satin to the world.
The color of winter jasmine is not as delicate as that of roses, and its fragrance is not as rich as that of peonies. However, it is not afraid of the severe cold and is the first to report the coming of spring to people with its life.
The blooming epiphyllum flowers are bright, full and dazzling, looking so graceful, luxurious, charming and beautiful; they are trembling, fluttering and fragrant, like a fairy in white descending to earth.
Look at the two sky-blue petals of this little flower stretched out, the two thin stamens raised high, and the light yellow stamen head shaking slightly, more like a dancing butterfly.
In the flowerpot, there is a lush tulip. The blooming flowers are black, and the slightly scattered petals are like black velvet, exuding bursts of fragrance, refreshing. 3. What are the beautiful sentences that describe "flowers blooming"?
1. The white lotus after the rain has a different kind of style. The water droplets on the lotus leaves rolled back and forth, sparkling like broken pearls. There are drops of clear water on the buds, and the white lotuses that have just opened are even more sparkling and lovely, wrapped in silver and bright like the moon.
2. In March, pomegranate flowers bloom quietly. When the pot was full of flowers, I looked carefully. The outer layers of the pomegranate petals seemed to be covered with a layer of pink gauze, like those of a shy little girl, giving off a different look in the sun.
3. Standing on the stone bridge and looking towards the other side: the goose-yellow spring has already been dressed in gold, shining in the sun, glowing with color, but it is overshadowed by the red spring leaning on the river bank. Apricot takes up the limelight, bright red and warm, charming and scorching, unrestrained and enthusiastic, seeming to tease your pleasure, making people feel that the vitality of spring is appearing here. The curved weeping willows play with their slender branches, creating ripples on the water. The branches are full of resilience, showing half of their strength and half of their softness. The green water flows leisurely into people's hearts, and groups of wild ducks float around. Take a leisurely stroll in the water and swim in the water. I don’t know when a burst of peach blossom fragrance came, like sweet honey, making tourists drunk. The nearby weeping crabapple has also joined in the excitement, as if competing for spring with the other flowers. The scattered crown of the tree, with its slender peduncles and bright red buds, is particularly enchanting, just like a beautiful lady shining on a blue pond.
4. The pomegranates are all split open, exposing the pomegranate seeds like teeth. The top leaves are all gathered together like a bow, making it even more beautiful.
5. The charming chrysanthemums in autumn are the most lovable! These colorful chrysanthemums add a bit of gorgeous scenery to the chilly autumn. They are as white as snow, red as fire, yellow as gold, pink as snow, and purple as beautiful. Their petals are moist and moist. As light as jade and as light as yarn. It is like rounds of little suns, which warm people's hearts and make them feel no chill; and like a bright and bright crescent moon, which makes people feel like they are standing in the early spring when hundreds of flowers are blooming.
6. A tree with elm-leaf plum blossoms, brilliant and colorful, with a pleasant fragrance, blooming with a smile in the morning dew, and swaying with a charming figure in the spring breeze. Pink petals, golden stamens, one after another, in a cluster, relying on each other, embracing each other.
7. In the evening, I sat by the window, a breeze blew over my cheek, and a faint fragrance blew towards my face. I took a closer look and saw a white oval bud growing on the top of the garden stem, and the faint fragrance emanated from here. At night, the bright moonlight shrouds the flowers like fine gauze, which further reflects the beauty of perfume lilies.
8. After admiring the Qionghua, I continued walking along the stone steps, and the warm wind blew by. If someone asks me what flower I think is the most romantic, then it must be the cherry blossom. I sat on this stone bench and looked at the weeping cherry tree above. As the name suggests, "weeping cherry tree" is just like its name. The drooping branches and the different shades of pink bloom so gorgeously that they sparkle in the sun. The unique romantic color looks more like a wide waterfall when viewed from a distance. Its agility, jumping, rich fragrance, and every vibrant flower smiles friendly at you, and you feel that it is inferior to the waterfall in any way?
9. From a distance, the small poinsettia buds are like pearls scattered in the red plate with carved lace, and like little bees flying in the heart of the flower to collect nectar.
10. When it blooms, not many people pay attention to it, because its flowers are small, white, and have no fragrance, unlike the pot next to it, which has big and red flowers. Eye-catching. But if you take a closer look, compared with the red flowers next to it, it seems to be more simple and concise, which makes people feel comfortable.
11. Peanut flowers usually bloom in July, and a little bright yellow buds are exposed on the green peanut plants. In the morning, it is wet with dew; at noon, it is shining with reflected sunlight.
At this moment, the little bud bloomed! One or two flowers, petite and eye-catching, dotted among the green bushes. A few days later, the flowering period arrives. At that time, if you walk by the peanut field, you can see at a glance those small yellow flowers scattered in the oval green leaves. The green is yellow, like a large emerald flower. The felt was studded with golden gems. The breeze passed, bringing with it wisps of fragrance, refreshing the heart and mind.
12. Yes, it is a flower, and it is an extremely beautiful flower. Golden yellow, with twelve glossy petals like satin, delicately trembling flower spikes as soft as tassels, and densely covered with pollen as moist as snow milk. It stood quietly, shining with the brilliant light of a palace.
13. Next to the blue flowers, there are several large pink flowers crowded together. "They" all showed bright smiles, as if they were discussing some interesting topic. The misty dewdrops rolled playfully on it, but did not fall off the "cradle" for a long time.
14. The delicate and colorful peonies in spring are the most adorable! Look, the peony garden is full of colorful flowers. Some are like fire, such as "Luoyang Red," Jade Bone Bingxin's "Light-Night White," the dignified and beautiful "Wei Zi," and the most beautiful "Fire Alchemy Pill," which is really dazzling and dazzling.
15. The most representative flower in autumn is the chrysanthemum. When autumn arrives, chrysanthemums can be seen everywhere. The chrysanthemums cultivated in the park are graceful and beautiful. Some are still in bloom, some are ready to bloom, some are so anxious that they stretch out a little hand first, and some can't wait, they are already in full bloom, showing off their dashing and heroic appearance. The posture is beautiful, and the colors are more, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, colorful and colorful. Compared with the chrysanthemums in the park, the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside are much duller. The color is single and the shape is only sun-shaped. But whether they are chrysanthemums in the park or wild chrysanthemums in the mountains, they are all heroes standing upright in the cold wind! 4. To describe the appearance of flowers in bloom, it should be subtle and graceful, not a poem or book title, but something longer
Li Yian's "Dolly Ode White Chrysanthemums"
The small building is cold, and the curtains are long at night The curtain drooped.
Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain, rub the Qiong muscles at night.
It doesn’t look like the imperial concubine’s drunk face, nor does it look like Sun Shou’s frown.
Han Ling steals the fragrance, and the lady is a fan, don’t compare it to the novelty.
Take a closer look, Qu Ping Tao Ling, the charm is just right.
The breeze rises, and the fragrance is brewing, not reducing the fragrance.
Autumn is approaching, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, relying infinitely on people.
It seems like sorrow is condensing, Hanfu is undressing his pendant, like tears are spilling, and Wan Fan is writing poems.
The moon is bright, the breeze is clear, the smoke is thick and the rain is dark, the sky is haggard and thin.
No matter how much I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on.
The favor is good, why should we remember it more, the east fence beside the river. 5. Beautiful ancient poems about youth
1. "Message from Youth"
Youth is blue,
Like the deep clear sky,
< p> Like a charming ocean.Profound and vast,
Full of fantasy.
Youth is green,
Like dripping green bamboo,
Like the open grassland.
Full of infinite vitality and vitality.
Youth is red,
like burning flames,
like the rising sun.
Full of vitality,
Full of hope,
Willing to selflessly dedicate light and warmth.
Youth is white,
Like snow and waves,
Like clouds and moon,
White and flawless.
Like a blank piece of paper,
Like written words,
I love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.
Youth is colorless.
Like the ever-changing wind,
Like the gorgeous and charming fog.
Indulge it,
regret it for life;
Control it,
ride the wind and waves.
Youth is colorful.
If you have it,
you will have a colorful life.
Youth is a beautiful poem,
It is a beautiful song.
Let us grasp it sincerely,
Let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons.
2. "The Endless Youth"
All the youth has not been written out
All the years have already been scarred
< p> In those sunny afternoonsI would rather stick to the lawn
A lifetime of tenderness
But I don’t know
Summer When did we say goodbye?
When did the kite fall?
And there will be a day
before we have time to say goodbye
Xiao Xiao Qiuyu
Autumn has come and spring has passed
The footsteps of parting
Like a sigh
In the beautiful scenery of those memories
Always regretful and regretful
And the tears that fell
are continued bit by bit
Youth
This song Incomplete poem 6. Beauty blooms in dreams. Imitation poem
Youth is blue, like the far-reaching clear sky and the charming ocean.
Far-reaching, vast and full of fantasy.
Youth is green, like green bamboo and open grassland.
Full of infinite vitality and vitality.
Youth is red, like burning flames, like the rising sun.
Full of vigor and hope, willing to selflessly dedicate light and warmth.
Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and moon, white and flawless.
Like a blank piece of paper, like written words, I love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.
Youth is colorless. Like the wind, it is ever-changing, and like the fog, it is gorgeous and charming.
Indulge it and regret it for life; control it and ride the wind and waves.
Youth is colorful. If you have it, you will have a colorful life.
Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song.
Let us grasp it sincerely and let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons.
Youth
Are the clouds still lingering in the sky?
The flower of youth bloomed without hesitation
Someone said?
The petals of youth treasured in the pages of life
Maybe just?
A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten?
A heart-warming smile
What do I want to say?
The glow of youth?
Will it be bright as it rises?
The flower of youth?
Will it shine brightly after experiencing the wind, frost, snow and rain?
The journey of youth?
Only after continuous struggle can we write a magnificent chapter
2. The poem of youth
Youth is a song
Never give up Song
Youth is a river
A never-ending river
Youth is a book
A book you can never tire of reading
< p> Youth is a cup of teaEndless tea
Youth is a cup of tea
A peak standing in the forest of nations
Imprinted by thousands of people The footprints of thousands of young people
Youth is a tower
A pagoda of knowledge
Sprinkled with the sweat of thousands of young people
Youth It is a tree that is growing vigorously
Tested by wind and rain
Youth is a flower
A bud ready to bloom
I want to show my unique style to the world
I use a passionate
youthful heart
to give myself a gift of youth
p>That is the poem of youth
University campus article/Jianjia Chuge
There are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn
The sun is still warm Burning
The infatuated sparrow confides his autumn thoughts beside the dormitory
I am lonely
Sitting next to the familiar teaching building
Companion The still setting sun
Seeing
The hands of time
The earthen wall of youth has been eroded
There is no more laughter of youth
How lonely the sky must be
Looking at the scenery of life from afar
The ups and downs
They all come here
Sleeping on the upper bunk Brothers
Are you, my roommate,
still whispering the whispers you once had?
The leaves of acacia have fallen one after another
Heart But I am still intoxicated for a long time
On the school road shaded by white magnolia
There is a flood of car bells
Countless young students pass by me
Never stop
The sunshine is like words
It moistens my affectionate eyes
Waving my hand
Farewell to Jingjing Campus
< p> In the bitter cup filled with coffeeI began to look for
the taste of white sugar cubes 7. Beauty blooms in dreams imitation poetry
Youth It is blue, like the far-reaching clear sky, like the charming ocean.
Far-reaching, vast and full of fantasy. Youth is green, like green bamboo and open grassland.
Full of infinite vitality and vitality. Youth is red, like burning flames, like the rising sun.
Full of vigor and hope, willing to selflessly dedicate light and warmth. Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and moon, white and flawless.
Like a blank piece of paper, like written words, I love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures. Youth is colorless.
Like the wind, ever-changing, like the fog, gorgeous and charming. Indulge it and regret it for life; control it and ride the wind and waves.
Youth is colorful. If you have it, you will have a colorful life. Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song.
Let us grasp it sincerely and let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons.
Are the youthful clouds still lingering in the sky? The flower of youth bloomed without hesitation. Someone said? Perhaps the petals of youth collected in the pages of life are just that? A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten? A heartwarming smile I want to say? The glow of youth? Will it be bright as it rises? Flowers of youth? Will it shine brightly after experiencing wind, frost, snow and rain? The journey of youth? Only after constant struggle can a magnificent chapter be written. 2. The Poetry of Youth Youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a river that never stops. Youth is a book that one can never tire of reading. Youth is a cup of endless tea. Youth is a mountain. The peak that stands in the forest of nations is engraved with the footprints of millions of young people. Youth is a pagoda of knowledge that sheds the sweat of millions of young people. Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously and has been tested by wind and rain. Youth is a tree. A bud ready to bloom wants to show its unique charm to the world. I give myself a gift of youth with a passionate and unrestrained youthful heart. That is the poem of youth. University campus article/Jianjia Chuge There are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn. The sun is still warm and burning. The infatuated sparrow confides his autumn thoughts next to the dormitory. I am lonely and sit beside the familiar teaching building to accompany the still setting sun. I see the hands of time eroding the earthen wall of youth. Without the laughter of youth, how lonely the sky will be. Looking at the scenery of life, all the ups and downs are coming. My brothers sleeping at the same table on the upper bunk, are you still murmuring the murmurs you once had? The leaves of acacia have fallen into my heart one after another, but I am still intoxicated for a long time. The school road shaded by white magnolias is like the ringing of cars. Countless young students walked past me without stopping. The sunshine moistened me like words. My affectionate eyes waved goodbye to Jingjing Campus. In the bitter cup filled with coffee, I began to look for the taste of white sugar cubes. 8. Beautiful, refreshing sentences about love, youth is okay, the more and longer the better
(1) Fireworks are easy to cool. Fireworks are easy to be cold, and the world is easy to divide.
The beautiful encounters in the fleeting years are just like fireworks for a moment. Time flies, on the other side, fireworks bloom, burning the beauty of that moment, retaining a lifetime of memories, romantic and short-lived.
However, people only rejoice in the splendor of the fireworks and forget that no matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they will eventually wither and dissipate. The rain of flowers falls and turns into ashes in an instant. This is the fate of fireworks and cannot be changed.
The same is true for the thin and cool youth, like fireworks, short-lived and beautiful, like colored glass, gorgeous and fragile. The most beautiful and brightest things in youth are just a dream.
The years of cardamom, those flowering seasons and rainy seasons, are stained and passed away. They are the most insubstantial dust, which will be blown away. I heard from others that lonely people are watching fireworks.
Because of loneliness, it is necessary to use fireworks to commemorate, a grand prosperity. Because of loneliness, it is inevitable that one day we will be separated from each other and isolated from each other due to loneliness.
Those encounters like fireworks are just a prosperous moment. Maybe, some things are already doomed.
Destined to be a passer-by, not a stayer, destined to be a traveler, unable to stay. In time, loneliness goes round and round, and one day is destined to be like these fireworks, dissipating in the sky, as if it has never come and never left.
When I am lonely, the walls are covered with the shadows of mottled lights, and even the lights become lonely with me. Being alone in such a situation, I have the illusion of being in a trance like fireworks.
The world is full of disturbances, and thoughts are confused with the lights. In the cool voice, many things have happened and many emotions have passed. Will he grow up suddenly? Because of loneliness, I am willing to wander.
All the time, all the encounters during the journey are like beautiful flowers. I don’t know when they will bloom suddenly, and I don’t know when they will suddenly disappear. I heard from others that happy people watch fireworks.
Because there is someone to accompany you to watch the flowers bloom and fall, you are not lonely. Being with each other warms each other, is with each other, and depends on each other.
The love that blooms in fireworks is as bright as fireworks and as beautiful as fireworks. Because of the fireworks, it is romantic.
People in love cling to each other quietly because of the fireworks. It has nothing to do with romance or love, it is just so quiet, like fireworks blooming, quiet and beautiful, gorgeous and romantic.
Looking at the fireworks, happiness is like fireworks, blooming in an instant in my heart. In the quiet and beautiful time, delicate fingers caressed the face, where there was the smell of tears and the blooming of smiles.
As time goes by, loneliness will eventually be replaced by happiness, and happiness will always be mixed with loneliness. When you are quiet, listen to the song quietly, the flowing familiar melody makes people feel happy, just like the pure white clouds floating in the sky, with the taste of cotton candy.
In such a quiet time, the happiness in my heart is like being peeled off from a blooming flower. Because happiness makes people less lonely.
In this life, I want to wait for a happy fireworks. With shallow flowers, dotted with beautiful smiles, white clothes like snow, waiting quietly.
I know that fireworks are still as beautiful as in my memory, like frozen roses that have never withered because of missing them. At some point, there will be a burst of fireworks, blooming prosperously in the dark blue sky, so brilliant that it will eclipse all the stars.
The wisps of blooming light danced enchantingly, shining brightly and brightly in the passing sky. Fireworks are easy to get cold, and people are easy to separate.
The fireworks we watched together in the most beautiful years have long since cooled down. The road we walked together has only the vicissitudes of life left.
I am in a dark blue sky, waiting for the next fireworks to bloom. (2) There is no place to say goodbye. Time will grow old, so old that people cannot remember it. There is no place to say goodbye.
Late August, light autumn. In this season, there is no desolation, everything remains the same.
The sun is still scorching, and the weather is still fine. When looking at the sea of ??clouds, the sky is always very high and far away, with shallow clouds floating in the light blue sky.
The flowers in front of the window panes bloom in the sunlight, exuding a light fragrance, fragrant and elegant. I love waiting for the first ray of light every day before the sun rises.
Every time when I look at the sky, the sunlight always shines into my eyes inadvertently, which always hurts my eyes. In such a quiet time, make a pot of tea, hold a book, and savor the thousands of mountains and rivers, the dark willows and the bright flowers in the words.
A touch of joy, a touch of beauty, in this light years, everything is like flowing water, light and sweet. However, I know that no matter how beautiful the time is, it will eventually grow old. When the time passes, will there be such a silent mood at that time? I really want to meet a quiet woman in my quiet years, as gentle as water, whisper to her, and spend the fleeting years with her.
Every time, when the first glimmer of morning light crosses the sky, I often wonder if there is an extremely quiet woman in the depths of the sea of ??clouds, sitting quietly in the Yaotai, not surprised. , don't disturb, be at ease? The sky is like a blue sky, and the beautiful breath of time can be heard. You can always see many fine dust, floating and mayflies under the gentle sunshine. It seemed that at that moment, the hustle and bustle of the world had quieted down, and there was only the imperceptible sound of breathing.
However, when the years go by, the time of expectation will stop, neither advance nor retreat. In my spare time, I often listen to some quiet songs, as quiet as the wind gently caressing my cheeks.
In the quiet years, I also hope that the tranquility will always be there and never grow old or wither. And I seem to be used to silence, used to walking alone, watching flowers bloom and fall alone, watching clouds rise and disperse alone, and growing old slowly in time.
Because I am used to being quiet, I like to look at the sky, looking for traces of my flight, and looking for the quietness that comes from my heart. There are traces of deep impressions in the light blue, and the deep blue sky will make people feel a kind of tranquility of the soul.
There is a kind of mystery in those deep blues, which makes people get deep into it and cannot extricate themselves. The white color with a bit of bright sunshine makes people feel so warm.
The light blue sky, pure white clouds, and bright sunlight constitute a unique scenery that makes people so quiet and careful. Every time I write, it makes me so quiet. Because of the quietness, the words bloom quietly on the tip of the pen, and then die quietly, which makes people feel even more distressed.
The words written may be soft or soft, quiet or messy. Every word is a heart-wrenching expectation, which cannot be anticipated before happiness comes. However, the quiet time always passes quickly at the tip of the pen, and before I remember anything, it flows away in a hurry.
Those beautiful things.