In the days of indifference, I am at ease

Suddenly, have you written enough or read enough of those grumbling articles? Those words are like dewdrops overnight, really can't stand the luster of the sun's radiance, can only be like a flash in the pan, and can no longer find her face. The local atmosphere pervaded my words, and it turned out that was my eternity.

In the morning, push open the clear and spacious window to welcome the first rays of sunlight. I don't go out for a walk, I'm trying to throw my heart into nature.

In the sun, morning glory blossoms open their sleeping eyes, and the flowers are busy blowing small trumpets early in the morning, calling people to get up and breathe fresh air.

I don't like the flowers in the greenhouse, I love the persistence and strength of this morning glory. The leaves that flowed upwards did not have a single gap, forming a green wall made of leaves.

Dark purple, white, pink, and red and white. The chirping birds are much freer than the canaries in their cages, because they can touch the faces of the blue sky.

Infected by this beautiful morning, I wanted to embrace with open arms. What to embrace? That breezy morning fog? Gentle as the wind, no, the wind could not be seen, and the fog lingered before my eyes. Nor was the wind able to feel it, because he touched my face, and the fog I could not feel her presence.

The fog is so ethereal and so dashing. Come and go at any time, without a trace. Just like green smoke, no matter how full of tenderness your hands are, you can't keep the incense of the morning mist! I envy the indifference of the morning fog, like a person who can be put down in the red dust, without the slightest attachment and entanglement.

The corn in the field grew like crazy, one by one every day, and this year there was a lot of rain, and the farmer said happily: The crops are not thirsty or hungry, they are rushing upwards with vigor. Yesterday I couldn't see the ears of corn, but overnight, I actually drilled out a long ear, and it made people like it in their eyes.

The seasons change so fast that my eyes are too late to collect every moment of change, and I can only watch as the years turn yellow grass green, the green grass withers, year after year, year after year.

The sun was in a hurry, and soon the footsteps ran to noon. Thinking of the words of the two children's debate days, which time is the sun closest to us? The midday sun is a fireball, as if to roast and scorch the creatures of the earth.

Why didn't you say that Houyi didn't look at it when he first shot the sun? The sun left behind must be the biggest. Laugh at your own thoughts. I am so narrow-minded, because I am afraid of the heat, I complain about Houyi, and I am known by the ancients, and I still don't scold me? The red lily, with its black dotted petal tentacles, reached out to my window ledge, showing off her beauty.

The windows were close and the wind was coming. I understand that the wind in nature is cowardly, and she does not like to compete with the air conditioning fan in the house. However, the charm of the wind in nature is also impenetrable. That kind of tepid, not urgent, not slow, not light and heavy touching your face, coolness from the face into the heart.

It's one word: cool. The heart is quiet, the air is no longer irritable, and I took the white plum book "If you are well, it is a sunny day.". Unwilling to wake up and indulge in Bai Luomei's "Falling Plum Wind Bone, Autumn Water Article", he also indulged in Lin Huiyin's emotions.

I like The saying of Bai Luomei: The real calm is not to avoid the noise of the cars and horses, but to cultivate chrysanthemums in the heart. People, the most difficult enemy to customer service is their own hearts, not the changes in the outside world.

Night incense appears on the stage, night is her unique stage, no flower dares to compete with her in this time.

Pale yellow flower buds, not strong or even some faint aroma. The sunflowers and lilies around them are somewhat decadent, they like to compete with the hundred flowers in the sun, and the night incense is the spirit of the night, swaying in the style of the night.

People can't help but think of the night banquet, a woman dressed in a gorgeous evening dress, stunningly appeared in people's sight, locking the eyes of guests.

The night gives people a quiet enjoyment, let go of the busyness of the day, and gives the body and mind a comfortable space. Falling in love with the night, here I can unload the baggage of the day and breathe freely. I like words, but I am not a very good text helmsman, and my words are often swayed by mixed moods.

I laughed at myself for being a four-pronged one. Farmers, not good at farming, businessmen, I am not treacherous, some people say that I am not suitable for businessmen. Where is my paradise?

The lights are bright at night, which tree am I brilliantly pyrotechnic? It's like writing a dream. True and plain life, I am at ease, no matter how gloomy the rain, the heart will always be sunny!

-Author-

Pen name: Wei Meng'er, for the text, I prefer to pursue, constantly innovate, constantly improve and make up for my shortcomings, constantly improve my writing level, and show the best side to everyone.

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