In the morning, with the lingering purples in the horizon, a cup of fragrant tea and a book of poems, the boundless wind of thousands of years ago brought me to the world. Calm down and listen to the sound of flowers.
Sitting by the window, listening to the wind blowing slowly outside the window, blowing away the entanglement of thoughts and blowing away the ice crystal-like mood. Look at the shadow outside the window. Leaves are blown by the wind, butterflies fly by and draw a bright color. "The golden wind is thin, the leaves are falling, the first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk, and a small window sleeps deeply." The autumn wind is cool, the autumn feeling is faint, and a golden wind blows away the autumn feeling; A touch of golden wind blows a touch of leisure.
Walking in the street, I feel the drizzle, dribs and drabs. Filaments are densely woven diagonally, wet and poetic, just like fragrant tea in full bloom in the heart spring. Those poetic scenes will cause ripples in the heart lake one after another with the sound of rain. "If you don't listen to the beating of leaves in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly?" It rains on the road, and only in this way can a broad-minded character accept it calmly. "But it is he who jumps in the rain and scatters pearls." How can you not love someone as beautiful as a fellow villager?
Walking on the grass, watching the petals of the sunset as blood and listening to the sound of flowers, I thought flowers represented everything. It was not until I knew that "the leaves are fragrant, the night is silent, and the cold sound is the quintessence of the country" that I suddenly realized that the flowers had entrusted a heartbreaking love. I thought that the flowers carried unparalleled beauty until I knew that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects the flowers more".
Walking in the forest, listening to the twittering birds, are birds expressing their happiness and sadness, or are people pinning a deeper feeling of' Don't listen to the voices of Ye Qiu and geese', which casts a layer of bitterness on the birds. "You know what? After the crow crows, it is as strong as wine, which makes the bird feel a little depressed. " There is no trace of spring, but no one can solve it unless you ask for an oriole, because the wind flies over the roses, but it gives the bird a soul and attachment to spring. I realized that free birds are also affectionate elves. They sang themselves with beautiful songs, and also sang their own language and tenderness.
Poetry gives leisure to the wind, life to the rain, fear to the flowers and ethereal to the birds. Follow the footsteps of the morning glow, taste a cup of fragrant tea, hold a book of poetry, and listen to the voice of countless poems in full bloom with a quiet heart.