I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning fog. I like peace and distance, I like the light and heat without noise. When people sit around the playground in the noon sun, the original and simple image always touches my heart deeply.
I like to step on the narrow mountain road in the spring breeze, and the grass poison is like a delicate red lantern, which is tied politely all the way. I like to look up at the sharp buds on the treetops. There is a kind of naive pink in the extremely tender yellow-green color ―― it seems ready to give something and show something at any time. That gentle and pragmatic behavior often teaches me some of the most beautiful truths in silence.
I like to see flat, shiny rice fields. Tiny seedlings are closely arranged together, like a fluffy blanket, woven from the feathers of many green birds. It always inspires me to lie on it.
I like the long days in summer, and I like to sit alone on the balcony on the hillside at windy dusk. The rice waves all over the mountains are surging, and the beautiful fragrant rice is tumbling. Slowly, the gorgeous clouds are washed away, and the soft evening stars are in place one by one. I like to watch this set. I like to sit in that comfortable box.
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I like to see the reeds all over the mountain, and the sad white in the autumn wind. On the hillside, by the water, the beauty is so bleak. At that time, Liu told me that he got a poem in his dream: "The misty trees and reeds are all white." The artistic conception is beautiful, but even.
It's a mouthful. I want to make a quatrain, but I am reluctant to change it. I want to contact the ancient style, but I can't sing more sentences. So far, it's just a poem, a beautiful and isolated artistic conception.
I like it too.
Dreams, like the strange enjoyment in dreams. I always dream that I can fly over mountains and rivers. I always dream of strange colors and pleasant images. I dreamed of brown horses with shining manes flying in the wind. I dream of success.
A flock of wild geese are resting on the grass on the beach. I dreamed of the Lotus Sea, which was completely boundless, showing off a vague scarlet at a distance-all this was something I had never seen before. I can't forget that dream in Purple Mountain.
Looking at the sunrise in front of the mountain-it must not be purple, but emerald green against the rising red sun in Ran Ran, so I dreamed of such a strange mountain scenery.
Of course, I like mountains in real life, too. The long window in my office faces the mountains. Every time I sit by the window, I always sink into the green, a kind of unspeakable softness. In the distance, the white cross on the church spire stands tall in the transparent sunlight, holding up the blue sky high.
I also like flowers, no matter what kind, like thin autumn chrysanthemums, rich roses, lonely and clean lilies and long fragrance. I also like the little wild flowers that are unknown in the deep mountains. Cross, tree, star and sphere. I really believe that when God created thousands of flowers, he gave them the same honor.
I like another kind of flower, which blooms on people's smiling cheeks. When I was in an alley on a cold morning, I smiled and said, "Good morning!" " "I suddenly feel that the world is so kind, my fingers wearing leather gloves no longer feel stiff, and the air is full of goodwill.
When I get to the station and start waiting for the bus, I like to see middle school students with short hair and ears, in high spirits and as happy as birds. I like their beautiful broad and clear foreheads and lively and clear eyes. Every time I look at them, it always reminds me of myself and always feels like I am still one of them. Or simply full of fantasy, or so easily moved.
When I sit at the desk in the office, I like writing!