A group of black elves,
In the open space,
Screaming,
Get out,
Unique posture,
Shake off colorful auspicious clouds.
Wall root,
Two stray cats,
Strabismus,
Take a nap,
Enjoying the rare warmth in the afternoon.
Occasionally,
A dog of noble descent,
Walking lazily,
Poor tramp,
Run away,
Meow meow angry voice,
Declare helplessness.
Natural selection,
Survival of the fittest,
Laws of nature,
It seems that,
Always open the door only to the strong,
A harmonious cry,
Like a strange conversation.
Or that day,
The sun stays the same,
When a new day comes,
Cats,
Dogs,
Elves,
Who is singing eternity?
Who is savoring life?
Chapter II: Nature
Baotu Spring is crystal clear and clear with mixed water.
The clean water is mixed and turbid.
Dropped beads and dripping water began to penetrate the stone and were concave.
Start with stone repair
Mount Hengshan is the source of towering, frozen and Bai Bing.
The ice melted and disappeared, but the normal water flow also dropped.
The flow of qi returns to the poor and seeks the peak, which is the benefit of the wind and flowers.
The wind washed wildly and was silent with peace.
The wind turning of fallen leaves is a sign of returning to roots.
The past youth is lined with dancing golden autumn.
Hibernation and comfort have been forgotten yesterday.
Today, sleepiness is recovering and dawn is dreaming.
Roots and leaves are both in blowing in the wind.
Sleeping with death is a sign of life and death.
Spring rain touches buds and nourishes fibrous roots.
First love is like a misty rain, gaining new knowledge.
Winter snow sleeps and crashes into the countryside.
Waking up in the morning is like melting snow and dew
A drop of weakness is just a loss in the sea.
There are pearls of life in the desert.
The gentleness of a grass is only indifference on fertile soil.
Wilderness is the source of hope.
Faith is an infinite sustenance.
Without the support of scientific ideas, it would be tasteless.
Landscape is dynamic and natural.
If you don't have the vitality of sports concept, you are dead.
Chapter Three: The Beauty of Nature
Quietly, you appeared in my sight.
My heart is beating.
Heart is pure water.
I feel suddenly lost from time to time.
I looked at the window.
Watching you walk gracefully.
I don't know how many days and nights this scenery has gone through.
I followed the door.
When you touch it leisurely
I don't know how much I have suffered for this beauty.
Day after day, month after month.
You are still a unique scenery for me.
The scenery is gratifying, from like to like.
Has it not become a sad first love?
Because there is a home, a school and a society.
When I appreciate your pure natural beauty
I am aware of the terror inside and outside.
Terror, this may not be proportional to change.
Virtual appearances can only appear for a while.
Can't be honed by years.
True inner nature can precipitate vicissitudes of life.
A series that highlights the years
Dancing you sink and disappear in my sight.
My heart aches.
Heartache, a pure natural water.
I use material to make up for it
Your external value
But it can't be measured and you can't understand it.
This external beauty is like a vase.
It has only aesthetic value.
And I pay attention to the soil and water in the bottle.
They don't look so good.
But it is a treasure that breeds and nourishes life.
There is no soil or water.
There are no green leaves and no flowers.