Beautiful view

I am swimming in this dreamland, walking on the path of the home. It was dusk, and the sky was filled with yellow glow, and it was quiet on this night.

A person walks on a trail, like a wandering wanderer. After the blue sky was low to the black crow, only the lake was illuminated by the dark moon. If you have nothing to do, you will sit on the bluestone. Unconsciously, addicted to this scene.

At the beginning, it’s still not the morning time. Step out of my feet and gently step on the small stone bridge. Surrounded by a piece of snow mud that just melted, the sound of rustling. Looking up at the front, the newly rising Huiyang, it radiated its own light. It’s warm winter! Now, it is not the spring that is booming. Isn’t the winter in the elegant winter misunderstood? Its indifferent is the ultimate presentation. There is only one 缕 沁 沁 沁 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Only the water on the lake has a layer of ice. It is not as lustful as the spring. The green leaves of the spring are fascinating, and now they are withering and standing with dead branches. But this is the winter without life, so I didn't expect it. It is you, giving life to winter. Although you were born to be appreciated, you have dedicated the best to people. Branches, blossoming your petals. I saw! You have the fragrance of cinnabar plum on your body. At that time, I was light. Condensed, sticking to your clothes, close to your soft-wave mood, slowly falling. Incorporate your soft-hearted mind.

"The stone is wearing the sky, the waves are shot on the shore, and a thousand piles of snow are rolled up." More snow, your steps have gone through thousands of winters, but your heart is hot. The sea on the edge of the stone cliff is deeply inexplicable. I am confused, is your life also there? Only in the slight pink you cover the earth, walk on the bluestone path, hold the dragonfly in your hand, and walk.

Is this not the beauty of my heart?

Second day: Poland does not leave