Every day, so good.

In the morning, when I woke up from the fresh air, the breeze blowing out of the window awakened my eyes, slept all night, eliminated yesterday's fatigue, energized my body, and began to run around for a full day.

Blend into the flowing and lively flow of people, turn on the music, let the beautiful melody replace the noisy city, and enjoy the sunshine and birds alone. I love the morning when the lines flow, because it is full of vitality and vitality, with vigor and hope.

Everything is flowing in the early morning, and the bustling city bid farewell to the neon lights of the night, ushering in sunny and nervous people coming from north and south to rush to their destination, and the endless flow of vehicles dazzled the streets in the early morning.

The sidewalk stopped overnight, hurriedly walking colorful pedestrians. Fast-paced cities and fast-paced urbanites perform gorgeous marches.

A rooster awakens the farming village. unlike the city, the simple peasant family enjoys the speed of the season, follows the four seasons of busy spring and winter leisure, goes out early and returns late when busy, and leisurely in leisure time.

Just in April, when it was still a slack period, the men gathered around the village to smoke dry cigarettes, played cards and chatted under the trees, the mud boys ran happily fishing and catching insects, enjoying their childhood, their faces were covered with mud and sweat, and the women sat together in twos and threes, endlessly talking about household chores.

The wind blew the fragrance of the soil from the head of the village to the end of the village, all kinds of rhythmic birdsong were sent out between the trees, the stream was accompanied by the noise of the human voice, and the fragrance of the farmhouse was fluttering. An euphemistic sonata was composed of curling smoke. If you want to read more wonderful articles, please follow the reading and appreciation of American articles.

The mountain stream is full of happy spray. Fish travel freely, petals and green leaves of various colors float on the surface of the water, making the whole field of vision full of rhythmic pictures, unknown flowers and grass swaying by the river, trees and willows, butterflies flying, refreshing the wild mountains, forming a happy concerto.

The magic pen of the sun dyed the east red, the distant mountains were shrouded in red fog, the hillside was like a fluttering red scarf, and the whole distant mountain seemed to be blocked by a shy girl behind the red fog, undulating and stretching out into the distance in the gentle wind. in the light of the sun, the red fog slowly turned into thin white clouds far away and played a romantic waltz in the far distance.

The gas leads to the smoke of the furnace, and the plain grass gives birth to jade. It should be the immortals getting drunk and crushing the white clouds at random. The sun gave birth to a beautiful morning, and the light, shadow and color gradually changed into a symphony of dancing life.