Flower sea. Rain in the sea

Perhaps this is the beauty of my attachment.

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Everyone has a place to look forward to, like a lake blue to pure to pure, and as pure as angel. Where the mind often appears, where to swing for a while, you will find that the beauty of your attachment is actually in your heart!

Everyone has their own "secret base" may not be luxurious, but the scenery inside is very yearning for themselves. As soon as they have time, they will go to the "secret base" to sit for a while to enjoy tea or listen to songs. A swing is very pleasant, as long as you can see the beauty that you are very yearning for, all the unpleasantness will vanish, all the troubles will vanish!

Smiling in the sea of ​​flowers

In a hidden place, it is filled with forget-me-not and the other shore flowers, the wind is blowing gently, the whole flower sea is full of the fragrance of forget-me-not and the other shore flowers, and I want to put this floral fragrance into the bedroom, so that the whole The bedroom is full of floral smell. However, I want to think about it. I leaned down and gently stroked the petals of the forget-me-not and the other shore flowers, and picked them up in the palm of my hand. It was another gust of wind, and the petals in my heart were blown away. I am not angry, but stand in the sea of ​​flowers and smile alone.

The fragrance of forgetting me and the other side of the flower is not a perfume. Back to childhood, the child is really me, forget the bustling world, smile in the sea of ​​flowers!

walking in the rain

In another rainy weather, we are tempted by the beautiful music, and there is no sign of incitement. Listening to the song with headphones, not taking the umbrella, and not with the partner, one person walked in the rain like this. Although the partner shouted at the side of the scorpion, I would not care, because I like the feeling of walking in the rain. This feeling can't be said, but it really becomes the beauty of my heart.

Walking in the rain is actually just to be quiet. In such an atmosphere, we are slowly walking like this, isn’t it?

Seaside picking

On the blue shore of the lake, one slowly walks from one end of the beach to the other. Watching the waves hit the beach, the hands kept picking up the shells that came up from the impact. After a while, there was no empty seat in the hand, so I had to give up a little more shells. Gently kneel down, put the shells in the handle on the beach, watching the waves hit them, I cleaned the sand in the shell with my hands, and the beautiful shells appeared in my hands like this...

The beauty in my heart is so beautiful.

Maybe this is the beauty of my attachment...

First day: pseudo angel