a landscape

I guess who has a harbor for the soul, even a small flower, a bay Bixi, is the most beautiful scenery in your heart.
--Inscription

I am deeply in love with Willow Bay in my grandmother's house.

one flower one World. For me, this Willow Bay is my world. I remember that the first time I came to Willow Bay was the season of humming. The whole land was full of vitality. The flowing air was too depressed, so I couldn't breathe. Willow Bay was filled with willow trees, strolling under the green shade and enjoying the coolness. The wind, my summer is like this with the wind.

If autumn is sad and depressed. Then the fall of Willow Bay is beautiful and cool. Strolling through the bay, the yellow willow butterflies fell like a butterfly, looking up, Oh! A good picture of the willow leaves! The unhappiness in my heart can always be forgotten. The Willow Bay in the fall is the filter of my heart. My heart is very tall and green.

In a blink of an eye, winter is here. In the winter, Willow Bay is bare and can be looked up to the sky. From the head of the bay, you can look at the head at once, stepping on the "carpet" paved with fallen leaves, and stroking the old "skin" of the willow tree, it seems clear I feel that "Red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect the flowers". I often play with my friends here, and I want to bring some long-lost joy to this Willow Bay.

listen! The bird is singing and singing, it turns out that the spring girl is coming! Spring is the season of recovery of all things. The willows in the bay have taken out new shoots. From afar, like wearing a thin layer of green gauze, I send water to the willows from time to time, and their vitality is very strong. "I have the heart to plant flowers and flowers, and I have no intention of inserting willows into the shade." This is what I mean.

In this Willow Bay, I spent a green childhood. Its life is strong; its color is hope; its essence is tenacious, although I rarely see it now, but it is already in the deepest part of my memory, I read it as much as I read, such as reading a thick Big book.

I guess who has a harbor for the soul, even if it is a small flower, a bay bixi, and this willow bay is the most beautiful scenery in my heart...

Third day: Jia Qinqin