Where I put pen to paper, the wind and smoke on the surface of the lake came in a whisper, leading me away from the hustle and bustle of the world and returning to the tranquility of my heart. In this harbor of memories, I reunited with the words and carefully savored the warmth and beauty of the past. In this tranquil world, I embraced the words tightly, letting my thoughts dance on the tip of the pen, painting beautiful pictures one after another.
On that day, the morning glow was too magnificent, which made the "miss" have a deep regret. The beauty of the missed scene is unforgettable. The magnificent morning glow, like a beautiful woman, in front of her beauty, he couldn't resist, but because of his hesitation and hesitation, he missed the time spent with her.
This deep and unrelieved feeling is like a heavy boulder pressing on my heart, making it difficult for me to breathe. However, when I cast this emotion into the embrace of the grass, trees and mountains, it is as if I feel the quiet fragrance in the wind, just like a fine stitch that is precisely stitched together, sewing my emotions together.
In the shadows of the trees, I walked leisurely, lingering with the sound and color that was full of light. It's like a miraculous medicine that calms my heart down and dissolves all my pain and troubles.
The maple trees bloom in a warm manner, like a blazing flame, exuding a fiery atmosphere. Its blades swayed in the wind, as if singing merrily. Sycamore welcomes the change of each season with an inclusive attitude. Its leaves are wide and thick, as if to tell a story of tolerance and harmony.
The camphor has an ancient atmosphere, standing in the wind, as if telling a thousand years of history. Metasequoia attracts people's attention with its charming figure. Its branches are soft and slender, as if beckoning gently, showing its tenderness and sweetness. Each tree has its own unique way of blooming, just the right amount of burning, rustling, verdant and quiet, colorful and graceful, and they interpret the splendor and color of life in their own way.
I am just a passer-by of Hongchen, but I stop for every piece of neon clothes, like a butterfly attached to the flowers, like the breeze intoxicated with fragrance. The delicate touch, like the dew drops in the morning light, shimmers with an ever-changing light;Bright color, like the sunset in the colorful glow, colorful like a dream;The melodious tone, like the sound of water in a stream, sings the melody of the long years;Gentle thoughts, like the moonlight in the night sky, are sprinkled with quiet and gentle thoughts.
There is no plant that does not bloom without reservation, like a spring breeze blowing away flowers, like summer rain moistening green leaves;There is no encounter that is not fascinating, like a meteor piercing the night sky, like a rainbow crossing the sky.
If the clutch in the world is used for disappointment, then Kawazawa's joys and sorrows are all comfort. So, let us look for that touch, that beauty, that tranquility, and that faith in the red dust. Let us appreciate the gorgeousness, the mystery, the romance, and the hope in the neon clothes.
The lake, which suddenly dissipated like a mist, suddenly opened up at this moment, and the beautiful scenery of the water and sky seemed to be my chance encounter with nature, which made me wake up from the chaos.
The wind and smoke suddenly filled the air, sweeping away the mist and the rolling clouds, the undulations of the mountains were but a blue dot on the earth, and the blue sky was only a lonely deep in the lake. And I happen to be standing on the boundary of this world, and at this moment, in a thought, vast and deep.
In this moment, I felt the breath of nature, as if everything in this world was one in my heart. The lake where the fog has cleared, like a distant legend, is quietly listened to by me. The beautiful scenery of the water and the sky seemed to be a beautiful poem, which I sang softly. The vastness of the wind and smoke is a magnificent picture, which I silently admire.
In this moment of tranquility, I seemed to see the mystery of nature and my own smallness. I lamented the vastness of the world and my own insignificance. However, on the borders of this world, I saw my own greatness. Because I have the courage to stand here and feel the immensity of the world.