The "Xanadu" in my heart

The Taohuayuan under Tao Yuanming's pen is the ease and happiness of "falling in the colorful, beautiful grass", "yellow hair coveted, and happy", can not help but make people sigh "this scene is only because of the sky." In my heart, I also have the hope and fantasy of a good life, and also have a leisurely "Xanadu"...

In the morning, there was a faint white mist in the air. Everything was in the mist. It was like a flower in the mist. It was like a smog. If nothing, it would be fascinating if it were like ink painting.

The blue sky shrouded the earth, and the white clouds in the sky gradually changed, forming a unique scenery. The scene was like sinking in the sea, watching the small fish-like leisure in the water. There is no need to guess the suspicions in the world. The source of the rock flows down the uneven stones, and it falls into the water and makes a natural sound.

The surrounding peach trees are beautiful and unbelievable. There are children playing by the peach trees, and the silver bell-like laughter is in everyone's heart. The wind blew the peach blossoms on the peach tree. In an instant, hundreds of peach blossoms fell quietly, like flowers, dreaming, flying in the air, fluttering, drawing a beautiful arc, dancing with gorgeous dance, like The flowers are rainy, and the faint fragrance is filled with.

Under the big tree, there is a cold old man, slowly inciting the Pu fan, watching the children playing under the peach tree peacefully, as if thinking of his childhood, but also like this play, love, and unconsciously reveal the smile of the corner of his mouth. The farming people also stopped the farm work in the field and looked at the children. They seemed to miss their childhood. The older child stood in the creek, rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, reached into the clear lake, and caught small fish and shrimp. There are occasional melodious flutes in the mountains. It seems to be telling something, but there is no need to guess. It may be that the Taoist in the mountains can't stand the loneliness and confide in the heart with the melodious flute.

The woman who dances also dances under the peach tree, jumping and jumping like a peach blossom, the beauty is unparalleled, the beauty is suffocating, the green rice is distributed in the field, which constitutes a natural picture, so mysterious. It’s so fascinating...

The twilight began, and the angular depression between heaven and earth seemed to become soft, like soft marshmallows. What followed was the aroma of orange. The setting sun is quiet. People have a gentle sky above their heads. In the small courtyard of the family, the food is fragrant, singing and laughing, full of happiness.

The night is thick, people have entered a beautiful dreamland, the dream is a flying peach forest, the flowers are gone, the water is no trace...

Second day: Chen Shuyi