Landscape under the sun

When the earth is still asleep, the sun has quietly exposed half of the face from the sky, red, sleepy, and I just woke up.

With a strong sense of tiredness, open the window, a few catkins in the morning light reflected in the morning light, the other side of the window, the leaves have withered a little left, it should be flowering. I stretched my body and slid into the floor in the morning light, which became a black figure, like a dance gesture.

It is another vibrant day.

The black ear wire is extended down the neck and printed in the trouser pocket under the waist. "Ode to Joy" flows through the eardrum to the nerves, opening up my limbs. Looking up, the sky inside the line of sight is covered by greenery. The sun fell through the cracks, like a green sky dotted with blue stars.

I want to dance on such a sunny morning.

I want to sing in such a quiet street.

However, I can't.

In the face of the melody of the wind, I can't sing; I can't dance with the birds that love the dance. I can only be an audience. I just want to be an audience to watch this early morning opera.

The director is nature, the actor is a flying bird, and the band is all the flowers and trees.

The earth is gradually waking up, and the opera is slowly coming to an end. Another exhibition is officially opened.

The last one was quiet and the background was filled with noise.

I walked slowly step by step, and the "Ode to Joy" in the headphones continued, so my heart followed me with joy, and everything that went into the goal was filled with joy.

A woman who got up early and opened the door in her pajamas was a painting. Some strong sunshine sprinkled on his hair, face and neck. Originally, the black hair color became golden, and the fine fluff on the skin was also faintly visible under the priming of the sun, making people watch a warm feeling.

The mother and daughter who buy food are also a painting. The mother walked slowly in front, the little daughter smiled and carried the basket, and followed her mother with her short, thick radish legs, everything was in the sun. In the long street kissed by the soft morning light, the figure of the mother and daughter was pulled long. The fat little hand is holding the thin and big hand, and all kinds of happiness are filled in the air.

Middle-aged people with their mouths foaming at their doorsteps, seniors taking puppies for a leisurely walk on the street, and students with backpacks carrying smiles.

A painting passed by me, with a noisy background.

The bell rang, I stepped into the door of the school, looked up at the sky, and my face was filled with the gentleness of the sun.

This is a landscape rendered by the sun!

Third day: Xia Orange