The paradise in my heart

Legend has it that everyone has a paradise in their hearts, which is the ideal world in people's hearts. There was peace and tranquility, and it was not polluted by the smoke of war. The folk customs were simple and there were no people who had low moral character. There was no exploitation, no oppression... It was a fairyland on earth.

In the spring, the flowers bloom, and the enthusiasm is enthusiasm, and all the grass grows together. A willow tree pulls out the green branches and dances under the breeze. The stream was flowing, and it made her silver bell-like laughter. The beautiful water splashes on the flowers, like a crystal clear pearl. The stream surrounds the village and originates from the top of the mountain, irrigating the farmland. Some people went down to the ground to plant, and each one was very skilled. One was a big one. When they came up, they also got some mud, and the people on the shore handed a towel and a glass of water...

In the summer, the lotus flower that "gets out of the mud and not dyes it, and clears it without demon" is also open. The tall trees are tall and straight, and the dense leaves are stretched like a big green umbrella for people to enjoy. The stream became a “solar place for summer” and “a paradise for children to play.” Every evening, there will always be children coming to swim in succession. Do you hear what they are saying? They are saying, "Hey! You are late." The afterglow of the setting sun shines on their faces, which is the purest happiness. Time freezes the picture at this moment...

In the fall, the earliest autumn wind took away the hustle and bustle of life, and at the same time it also covered the world with a yellow. When the autumn wind blows, the maple leaves will sing "sand, rustle" and fall one by one, like a dead leaf butterfly flying in the air, sometimes going straight down, sometimes rotating, sometimes falling, sometimes flying . The fruit in the orchard was also ripe, and the fruit was hung on the tree, bending the tree waist. The red apple, the yellow pear is mouth-watering. In the rice fields, the rice is playing in the rain and wind, and picking up layers of rice waves, golden and golden, like a golden world, people's faces are filled with joy of harvest.

In the winter, the north wind whispers and screams. It’s so beautiful, it’s so beautiful. The snow slowly descended from the air, which reminded me of Chairman Mao’s "Guan Yuan Chun Xue": "A thousand miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow." This is a beautiful picture! And some people are at home while enjoying warmth and entertainment.

I think: The paradise in my heart is beautiful, it can't be described in words, and it is beautiful!

Second day: Chen Ling