Morning-sky love

Early, the first rays of the sun shone into the room, glaring and flashing, and there was a breeze blowing from time to time, and the morning was beautiful.

Walking on the bridge, breathing fresh air, watching the fish play freely in the water, the morning is beautiful.

The small flowers on the tree fall into the water, light and beautiful, the birds in the ear are crisp, and all the complicated ideas in the heart disappear, the white clouds on the sky are floating, the water on the ground is flowing, the morning is beautiful. .

The morning is the love of the sky, it is my love. When the sun is higher than the horizon, the morning quietly leaves. It is the hot light that replaces her. She is talking to the sky! Tomorrow, I am still coming...

First day: Sakura dance