Beauty is around us

Beauty is in that nuance, hidden in the night, in the wind, in the heart...

When the wicker took out the first new green, all things awakened at this moment, the tears of early spring wet the earth, moistened the hearts of passers-by, and intoxicated the whole world! The soil is fresh and mixed, and it is mixed in the air, awakening life. Spring is in the veil of winter, and the slightly exposed green lights up the eyes, like the fireflies that are lost in the night, flickering. The warmth of the first sun shone on the sky, and the blossoming clouds hid in the dreams of the morning sun, only to see a blurred figure. The ice and snow melted, the silent stream understood the natural language, and the clear blood filled the heart of the earth. In the early spring, I put a layer of light yarn on the world, and wrapped my memory together with this moist into the spring.

The summer fire ignited the whole world, and a white smile was drawn in the white sky. The rich floral scent hit the face, rising with the heat in the air, and slamming into the face. Yuner also walked in the air with bright and straight, these naughty children, crying and not stopping, listening, how violent thunderous momentum, wake up the dream of the leaves. The dark green lake flows through the mountains, flowing in the summer, the heat is light and the green is burning, and the burning sun is dissolved in the quiet green.

Perhaps at that moment, a dream has already arrived. The yellowish fat powder is exposed to the mountains, and the dancing butterfly outlines a fascinating dream. On the blue sky, the face of spring can be seen, and the yellow leaves are in the middle. Scattered pieces of memory. Autumn is a fairy tale, and my dreams are here. The geese of Nangui draw the boundary between heaven and earth. The smile of the evening is like a fall, the beauty is like a fairy tale, and the red on the ground tells the beautiful and moving ending.

But it is always so gentle, even if the snow is covered with snow, it can't cover its gentle nature. Like an angel coming to the earth, the flying figure is in a chaotic sight. The silver is wrapped in a graceful temperament. The soft blood is like a creamy sweet dream. The earth, I think it must be a beautiful and beautiful dream!

It’s really beautiful. I capture the silhouette of the four seasons, and let that heart be conquered. At this moment, I can’t extricate myself, indulge in the natural world...

The third day: Meng Feizhen