When I got up in the morning, I rolled up the curtains and a red appeared among the green leaves. Curious, I came forward to check. A rose cut this year has unexpectedly produced a flower. The small bud poked its head shyly among the green leaves, thin branches and small leaves. I thought it would not blossom this year. I did not expect that the season came as scheduled, and it bloomed as scheduled. Gently caressing the thin petals, a touch of incense into the heart. A little joy blossomed in the bottom of my heart.
The dewdrop was still on the leaves, and a white butterfly came gently and stayed on the stamens. Butterfly kisses between stamens, whose eyebrows and eyes are drunk? Do not want to miss this scene, quickly find a cell phone to take pictures. The butterfly stays among the stamens for a long time and refuses to leave.
The shooting technique that I think I am very satisfied with comes from the space. My friend said that it is not the lack of beauty in life, but the lack of eyes to find beauty. Yes, I agree with you. Send her a big smile. Beauty is in our heart and around us, but we are just too busy to find it and appreciate it.
Enjoy the flowers, listen to the words of the flowers; listen to the rain, whisper the wind and rain; look at the mountains, the mountains and rivers smile, watch the clouds, the clouds are elegant, not without beauty, not without happiness, but those little joys hidden in the heart, can arouse that feeling at any time. Even if it is only a flower and a grass, a tree and a tree, if the heart is simple and random, there will be a clear and happy heart.
Clear and cool shallow summer, like to wear a cotton cloth clothes, not much expensive, just like it, like the soft and soft texture. Although I have been wearing it for several years, I am always reluctant to leave it behind. I may be nostalgic. Often read those old words, although those memories have been like an air-dried flower, has long been blurred, but those small print, can always remember the warmth and joy of those fleeting years. The people and things in time, in fact, have always lived in the heart, living in words, even if times have changed, just like those clothes that have been for a long time, still reluctant to let go. Beautiful, will always be, heart as beautiful as the sun, I believe that all the past and the past years will be in the bottom of my heart, such as flowers Chenxiang, long.
All my life, floating life is like a dream, some memories will not be worn away by time, and some good ones will not be dimmed by years. The colorful spring always can not resist the circulation of the four seasons, the opening will always open, the end of the show will always end. The days always fade away in silence, and none of them can return to the original appearance. If you write all the ways and the past on the plain notes of the years, you will eventually find that some thoughts are still in the bottom of your heart. Although the time is long, it is quiet and warm. The memory folded like a butterfly will give rise to the appearance of a flower in time, and the scenery of the bright window curls incense at the fingertips.
Always dragging the tired body, walking hard in the years, there is no extravagant hope, only wish the years quiet, can safely move forward. After many ups and downs, I know that there is always one person who treats me like life. Wind and rain in the same boat, adversity, no hardship, no vicissitudes of life, build dreams together in the cold and warm time, only wish to be able to hold his hand, slowly and gracefully grow old. If there is a day when you grow old, find a quiet place and share your happiness. Do not need a mansion, only a cabin, can shelter from the wind and rain; do not need much warmth, only a window, a meter of sunlight can shine into the heart; do not need a car, just need to be able to watch the setting sun side by side; do not need delicacies, just crude food, love to live in the heart, it is good.
Join hands, sit in a corner of summer, flowers will laugh; look at the clouds, the heart floats with the clouds; all kinds of vegetables, hoe weeding, raise a group of chickens and ducks, feel the faint joy of Yunjuanyunshu under the blue sky; feel the quiet and indifferent distance in the fields, listen to the words of flowers, dance with flowers; accompany the trees, talk about their thoughts, write and write, and write down the fleeting years.
Shallow books, love and warmth are the Qinghuan given by these shallow years.
Like such a happy time, do not need too much burden, something to remember to write, someone can want to read, there is a small space of their own. In my spare time, enjoy tea and flowers, have my own Qinghuan; listen to the wind say Zen, time is not old, we do not scatter; write a small note, write down the beauty of fleeting years. Gentle breeze and beautiful day, full of green, forget the complexity of the world, only hear the fragrance of flowers, do not talk about joys and sorrows, melt a feeling in the landscape; only say Qinghuan, do not complain about sadness, give a thought to the words, light days, light time, time is beautiful, days are full of sunshine.
The heart grows a piece of sunshine, see a window flowers grow gently, no matter what kind of gesture, a small joy can warm the bottom of the heart of that cool; smell the smell of plants and flowers, fresh and elegant, wash the heart dust, cicadas singing insects and birds, the wind is fine in a window, the sound of nature is tranquil and quiet. Do not feel the years away, do not realize that time waits for no one, converge all the sadness, warm in a beam of sunshine, warm smile, sweet smile.
In June, willow catkins fall to the dust, and green fruit grains hang all over the branches. A cool summer speech is joyful, and the bright and beautiful heart has gone to the bone. The years will be old, a heart, simple, happy life, the day will be clear and shallow, happy to spend, then, this season, calm, happy!
/ Wen / Happiness on the flowers
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