It is said that the air in the city is fresh in the morning. This morning, when the east was not white, the sky was dark, and the sparse morning star flashed a faint light, I got up and quietly came to the balcony, facing the sky, breathing fresh air.
There are many tall buildings in this metropolis. After I took a few breaths of fresh air, I gradually felt that the fresh air seemed to be blocked by something, and the more I inhaled it, the less interesting it became. I looked down at the flowers on the balcony. The flowers are dry and my hands are covered with dust. So, I opened the door, went downstairs from the eighth floor and walked slowly in the yard of the community. At this time, the hospital was quiet, only the pillars at the entrance coughed from time to time; Outside the courtyard, the rumble of the car came from far and near, and the air sprayed from behind the car blew slightly from time to time, breathing a strange smell in the nose, gradually closing the heart window opened in the morning. However, since I went downstairs, I just crustily skin of head and continued to walk in the yard. ...
According to the traditional customs in rural areas, the air is freshest in foggy mornings. I grew up in the country, and I especially liked the fog in the morning since I was a child. Every morning, I get up early, my head is covered with misty fog, and I take a walk on the path from the courtyard to the backyard. At this time, I stepped on the fog, my feet were cold, and my heart was calm, dispelling the depression and confusion stored in my heart. The green grass half a foot high by the roadside was shrouded in fog. When I passed by, the dew on the branches and leaves dripped down one by one like a string of sparkling pearls, as if to provide me with a hearty breakfast. I took advantage of this morning dew is thick, the sun has not yet revealed a glimmer of light, with full pursuit and hope, to the backyard. However, the back garden is full of all kinds of flowers and plants, and the light blue flowers are holding dewdrops, as if a delicate girl is smiling and full of vitality, which makes me almost feel its pulse.
Every morning in the country, although only one person walks in the backyard, I don't feel lonely at all. Because birds are singing one after another among the flowers and plants in the back garden, everything around me is full of vitality, and they are my most cordial partners. At the moment, in the face of the fresh air blowing head-on, I am as greedy as a hungry baby seeing my mother, opening my heart and breathing with my mouth open. This fresh air, this vibrant flowers and plants, and this dewdrop that moistens all things have merged into a very beautiful piece of music, which deeply touched my heart and made me forget all the vulgarity and ugliness in the world and all the troubles and pains that life has brought me. Although I am in this small backyard, my heart has already jumped out of this small backyard and galloped happily in that vast world.
Just as I was intoxicated with the nature in the backyard of the country, suddenly, a long ambulance sounded on the street not far from the courtyard of the community, which broke the silence of the courtyard of the community, shocked the morning sky and my heart, and woke me up from a beautiful dream, making me suddenly feel that the world around me in the city is not a world of flowers and birds, but a ruthless world. So, I turned back to the balcony. When I looked up from the balcony again, I saw that the east turned white and the smell of the rear of the car rushed over again and again ... In the face of this strange environment, I had to end my holiday in this city ahead of schedule and embark on a journey home.