I like the long days in summer, and I like to sit alone on the balcony on the hillside at windy dusk. All over the mountains, the rice waves are surging, and the beautiful fragrant rice is rolling. Slowly, the gorgeous clouds are washed away, and the soft evening stars are in place one by one. When I observe life carefully, I can always have new experiences and new insights.

I often observe black tea flowers, so I love black tea flowers very much. Of course, white camellia is better, but white camellia is as good as attractive and only suitable for putting in a black bowl with Tianmu glaze. The bowl is placed under the bright window, and it makes people cry when they look at it. It is a generous and leisurely mood to spend black tea in the sun and uphill. It's a newly written red Spring Festival couplets, a newly cut window grilles, a replica of the sun, and a smile I accidentally met on the road.

The branches are drooping, the birds are flying up and down, the newly bought guzheng music is played in the walkman, and the tea brewed in the mountain village is faint green and fragrant ... The hoofbeat is weak, and there is infinite expectation in my heart, expecting a better mental journey.

Although I love peach blossom, peach blossom is my most fragile and fragile memory. I remember my mother liked peach blossoms very much. Now, my mother is not with me. Now that I think about it, even my mother's scolding and nagging are sweet. Because I firmly remember the soft and greasy wiping feeling of peach petals.

In the book, I can't help liking the yellow thread-bound book. Holding it, I think I am holding a fine tradition. Plain paper contains classical beauty, and I seem to have ascended to another realm, without disturbance, noise, jealousy and anger. Every time I savor it carefully, I feel it is a spiritual sublimation.

Among the four seasons, I prefer spring, not only because of the newly born Hotan, the occasional egret in the wind, the day lily under my feet and the confusing yellow disc between cauliflower, but also because of a sentence: spring is a fairy tale, dotted with soft wind and cuckoo birds. But on the whole, I prefer spring.

In spring, "green eyes" are the most charming. There are countless leaf buds called "green eyes" hidden on the soft strips of spring willow. Those "eyes" came casually, spitting out a few green leaves with veins, and in a few days, all the granular green eyes were completely dismantled.

Some people say that life is not as beautiful as imagined, so they hate life and live in dark clouds. But is this really the case? No. There is sunshine everywhere in life, depending on whether you have a pair of eyes for discovery. As Rodin said, there is no beauty in the world, but there is a lack of eyes to find beauty; As long as you observe life carefully, you will find that life is full of sunshine.