The beauty of my heart

I was born in the country, but I grew up in the city. When I was young, I went to a lot of places to see the scenery from a distance, but it was beautiful, but when I got there, I found that the ground was full of rubbish. Every place is like this.

But when I got back to my hometown. It is best when the rape blossoms open, I sit in the car, lying by the window, watching the golden flowers, I feel like walking into a sea of ​​flowers, carefree without any restraint.

When I stood on the field, there was a gust of wind, with a hint of fragrance and rape in the wind. At this time, I think that when those beautiful flowers have a fragrant smell, they are not delicate.

When I got up early in the morning, I heard the screaming of the little bird, which was wonderful and crisp. I think its voice can be compared to the sound of a piano, and it is relatively natural.

At night, it was quiet now, and occasionally some small animals were calling. When I walked into the yard, although I was so quiet that I was scared, the feeling of being in a quiet environment was really good. I looked up and saw that there were many stars in the sky. They flashed and were beautiful. I couldn't help but count it, although I knew it was innumerable. But I can't control myself. Because I rarely see stars in the city, I don't know what it is.

One of the second day: Xie Qiaoqiao