Listening to flowers

When, I like to stay alone at the window. Listen to the flowers that bloom outside the window.

After a few rains, the sun shone on the flowers. Those crystal dews lay quietly on the petals of the flowers.

The breeze slowly passed, the flowers danced, and the dewdrops moved with the movement of the flowers.

The flowers are very quiet, it is always quiet. Even if you look at it every day, you don't know when it will bloom and when it will fade. It always quietly and quietly blooms. As time passed, she quietly withered. Always in your unconsciousness.

Whenever the flowers outside the window fade, the clouds in the sky will always spread out, but in the middle, there is no visible white clouds. Only the wind sister has been urging the white clouds fart, and the blue sky in the middle saw a white and soft white cloud.

It turned out that not only the flowers are quiet, but the white clouds are also very quiet. It will also drift like a flower, quietly.

It can also dazzle you without knowing it, and can't tell which cloud is the cloud.

Until, time goes by. Today, I sat by the window and quietly opened the verse I used to practice.

Turning over a page, the familiar handwriting came into view, and the flowers outside the window were also probed.

Is it coming to join in the fun? Still want to see my previous handwriting together?

If it is to watch the fun, it will bring a friend. Its name is called the wind.

When I finished reading it, I sprinkled my eyes again.

The wind is gone, thank you. Only the handwriting on this book is left on a line of paper.

Everything is quiet.

It’s not just flowers and winds, but also handwriting...

Listening to the flowers, listening to the wind, quietly watching the line of words, the efforts that I have left. The petals outside the window are also the efforts of the flowers once opened...

The fifth grade of the North Gate of Jiangmen City, Guangdong Province: Mulan Ice Dance Mei Huiyi