Look at the fragments of the sun falling on the ground through the leaves, speckled and unfinished.
I walked on the winding path beside the vegetable fields and ponds, but the loneliness of my steps could not resist the full happiness.
The path is quiet, only unknown insects in the grass occasionally make sounds to break the silence. The roadside is decorated with fine wild flowers, and shallow water gurgles in the puddle. The sunshine is gorgeous, and the light blue sky is so ethereal and clean. There is a faint fragrance in the air, and the leaves are heated by the sun. The surrounding environment is quiet and life is fresh.
Waves of crisp voices came into my ears, and when I looked around, it was the laughter of a group of children. Laughter like a bell is like the most beautiful music in the world. Four or five children were playing and laughing around an old mulberry tree by the pond. The child's mother sat not far away with a bench. While chatting, I watched the child's movements gently. The halo of sunshine shines on all the children, just like crossing a layer of white wings.
Go straight until the sound left is completely gone. All you can see around is farmers working in the fields.
Although this path is not very lively. But I always meet some people from time to time. ...
Look at that lady holding a nearly three-year-old child under the tree to enjoy the cool. The little guy smirked at me. His voice was so clear. Debris of the sun fell on his shoulders in harmony.
Out of the path, the traffic on the road, the complicated strings, and the hurried pipes hit the ears that were just used to silence. It's like seeing the first ray of sunshine in the morning with dark eyes.
Wandering on the right side of the road, I enjoyed another beautiful scenery in this world. Going home. ...
Passing by a park, I saw a dozen old people playing Tai Chi in the open space. This is a very common picture when I go home. In autumn, there are colorful fallen leaves as their background. In summer, cicadas keep singing for them. In spring, the air is full of spring, full of vitality and unknown flowers.
The park is very lively. There are primary school students who leave school to play ball with their parents, middle school students who fly kites, and high school students who recite texts with books. Sometimes one or two couples will snuggle up on the bench and have sweet words about them.
My foot is on the South Ring Bridge, and the water at the bottom of the river is green. From a distance, you can see ripples slightly blown by the wind. On both sides of the bridge are several farmhouses and fields, which set off five long cylindrical street lamps and uneven railings on the bridge, making it more charming.
Passing by, I saw a newly married couple taking wedding photos on the bridge. The bride was wearing a white wedding dress and the camera took a picture.
Pictures full of happy smiling faces are as warm as sunshine. Like-angels.
A harmonious picture is left in my mind and played like a movie. Every picture has an intoxicating warmth because of the sunshine.
Angels guarding the sun are illuminated by sunlight on the cement road with the fragrance of gardenia and jasmine mixed with infinite fantasy, on the rainbow-like stone arch bridge after the rain, and on every inch of land. ...
Not that there is no scenery in familiar places. Learn to experience life and feel it, and there will be a special scenery for you in a familiar place. ...
After many years of guarding the sunshine, I can pick up that simple and comfortable life again-open the curtains, and the sunshine has only one color.
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I deeply remember when I was a child, I chased and played with my peers by the river.
I still remember that it was a sunny spring. As usual, we came to the small beach by the river and enjoyed ourselves. Tired, we slowly threw ourselves on the grass, breathed the smell of grass, looked up at the blue sky, bathed in soft sunshine, and then fell asleep. It was not until we were called home by our family that we opened our sleepy eyes and suddenly caught a glimpse that the afterglow of the sunset had spread all over the river. After the breeze blows, there are ripples on the river, grass and young trees swaying on the river. However, we still left there and left the soft little beach.
Time is like water, and the days are gone forever. At that time, my life was faint and careless, like a dream, everything was so pure and beautiful, and everything was so intoxicating. Now, I vaguely remember the wish we made at that time. In the future, we will know each other together. In this sunshine, we can live comfortably in the clouds ... no matter how far and how long the afterglow of the sunset pulls our shadow.
However, growth makes everything unpredictable, and my childhood partner has long since left me. Time has quietly stolen the sunshine life from our hearts. Because they have entered the noisy city, their desires are tempted, inflated and flooded by the outside world like coffee and wine.
Time flies like water, time flies like water. I think when they integrate into the alien society with pure self, they will definitely lose their way and lose themselves ... I really don't want to be led by desire. I just want to study quietly in this colorful world and work hard for the future. I look forward to looking back at those real traces of struggle in a certain month, and I will feel so gratified and calm. Looking at the solid footprints step by step, I also feel that life is so real even if I have never experienced the sea.
In this materialistic era, I want to get closer to nature and stay away from the hubbub. I long for life under the sunshine-brilliant sunshine, a moment of peace, a flying flower, a new green leaf ... all exude the sweetness of people and have their own mellow fragrance in the plain. I just want to tell myself that no matter how time and space change and how the world changes, I will always stick to my original heart.
I know it's not easy to live in the sun. Maybe on this road, you will encounter thorns, stormy waves and steep slopes that are hard to give up. But I am not afraid, because I have a firm belief. Opportunity is for yourself, and fate is in your own hands. Life is my own drawing board, and I want to color it myself. Keep yourself in mind-spring is in my eyes, the beach is under my feet, the blue sky is above my head, and the forest is in my hands. Maybe the protagonist of this drawing board is naive, but she is really happy.
Life in the sun is not a lack of progress, inaction and pursuit, but a pure soul treats life and treats life. What do you think, my friend?
I look forward to seeing it.