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Author 丨 Spring Warm Flowers Bloom Recitation 丨 Cold Warm
April, is full of poetry, but also the season of blooming, every grass is stretching freely, every flower is full of fragrance, the breeze is the messenger, the flowers red willow green wake up, the drizzle is embellished, let the humid peach glow carmine, the flow of the season, open a picture of the red spring.
Sunshine, spring wind, flowers; birdsong, iris flying, butterfly dance, singing the song of spring. The heart, flying in a touch of sunshine; spring, colored in the red of the purple yan, I am on the plain notes of time, with a bright tone, the beauty of spring is copied, the rhythm that flies on the fingertips, is the color of the flow of life. Who left the warmth in the spring? Who decorated the flow of years with poetry?
The most beautiful April day in the world, such a season, no need to look for, will meet with the spring unexpectedly, walking on the strangeness of time, with a fresh heart, those experiences colored by the years, are the gifts of life, pick a ray of sunshine, used to place the wings of dreams, only smell the fragrance of flowers, do not talk about sorrow and joy.
Get up in the morning, collect full of sunshine, let the soothing music flow in the heart, tell yourself that the new day has begun again, life is beautiful after all, as long as there is sunshine in the heart, every day is full of vitality, as long as there is a fragrance of flowers in the heart, every ordinary day is poetic.
Give yourself a confidence, to embrace the world, today to live a full life, let tomorrow be full of hope, the beauty of time, is from the bottom of the heart of the love, and the vision and yearning for the future.
Days, always spent in the busy, plain some similar, I am not afraid of bland, only afraid that life has no color!
I always want to find a quiet side in the hustle and bustle of red dust, "small rod fishing to break the wave heart moon, piccolo blowing clear water face wind" in the comfort, let the words gallop, let the heart show its face. Listen to the blossoms of the four seasons.
In everyone's heart, there is a paradise, here, is our rest of the harbor, leisure time, you can listen to a beautiful music, let the notes spread through the vicissitudes of the soul, through the soul, meandering life of the quiet and long; or immersed in the favorite text, at this time, all the dust and trivial things have nothing to do with me, only the moon shines in the pine forest, the wind crosses the green mountains, the clouds and water are also silent and clear, sparse and cool.
Gradually fading the past into a simple picture, some of the earth is desolate and untouched with others, but the mood is related to themselves. Standing on the shore of time, put your thoughts in the fragrance of summer lotus, let the time be dyed with elegance, and in contemplation and understanding, taste the green mountains, green water and tranquility that life should have.
For a long time, there is an expectation in my heart, imagining to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, warm sunshine, unknown small flowers blooming on the side of the road, clear springs flowing, and passers-by walking on the tree-lined paths, looking forward to lingering in the quiet and beautiful countryside, longing for the comfortable state of mind of leisurely seeing the South Mountain. The sunny and rustic life is the beauty I am looking forward to.
Life is a long trip, we are in a hurry all the way, always because of the rush and tired, and when one day look back, we can't find the way to come, sometimes, stop the tired footsteps, find a quiet in the hustle and bustle, properly empty themselves, is the repair of the soul, no matter when, don't forget to wait for the soul.
"The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, all kinds of red and purple Dou Fangfei", spring is finally deep, we can't resist her footsteps of gradually drifting away, but we can always keep the spring meaning, people on the journey, no matter where they go, don't forget to bring the sun, no matter how noisy the world is, we must leave a hometown in our hearts. It doesn't have to be spring, just give me a piece of sunshine, I root it in my heart, all year round, can be warm and cool.
Be a person who appreciates the scenery, not afraid of time, always have kindness and warmth in the heart, quietly enjoy the vicissitudes and calmness given by the years, rejoice in the heart, take the day as a poem, let life be close to nature, if there is a breeze, if there is a drizzle, with the heart to carefully understand, all the ways only wait for a thought to blossom.
Choose a posture to make yourself irreplaceable, whether it is sitting in the posture of a lotus flower, or a delicate posture like a blue, only after years of polishing, can you produce a lasting fragrance.
Do not seek to have the water moon in hand, make flowers full of clothes, only seek to be in the bustling city, the life is not salty and not light, live a wonderful life, keep a piece of their own scenery, read a book from the years, life sometimes, only need a sweet smile.
Between the eyebrows of spring, listening to the whispers of the depths of the season, the bright sunshine inadvertently touches the softness of the heart, and the attachment with the fragrance of flowers will always turn in the heart.
With a plain heart, the thoughts are deeply planted, and on the day when the moon is white and the wind is light, some warmth will reach the sea of the heart, and some thoughts, together with blessings, will be written together in this idyllic time, some beautiful, no need to look, you can arrive.
I always believe that people who have beautiful scenery in their hearts will be able to read the four seasons like poetry in the time of idleness in the grass and trees. Picking spring flowers to make tea, listening to the summer breeze, watching autumn love like picturesque, enjoying winter snow and cold plums, the most beautiful thing is the moment when the eyes meet the flowers and branches under the sun.
This spring, I bathed in the freshness of the sun, planted time with plainness, looked at a flower with a smile, the grass was green, tasted the simple taste of a porridge and a meal, the mood, if it was contaminated with the fragrance of flowers, there was poetry, life, if you can understand the heart, you will be happy for a long time, warm and long.
If you can, be a free-walking flower, and the spring breeze is suitable for quiet, look at the tufts of greenery of the spring branches, in a spring light, taste the shallow likes.
Life, even if it is a tree and a flower, no matter how gorgeous it blooms, after the prosperity, only the fox is real, the notes of life are ultimately quiet, and only quiet can taste the fragrance. Sink down, slowly emit the fragrance of the body, enjoy the pleasure of the faint floral fragrance, the truth that comes from the bottom of the heart, is the joy and continuity of the clean, quiet and peaceful, the first to know the floral fragrance.
In April, the breeze is not restless, the sun is just right, I stand in the spring breeze, listening to the sound of flowers, not asking who the peach is whispering with? Don't think about it, who is speaking in the shadow of the apricot blossom? Some awakened thoughts, I dare not easily touch, for fear of carelessness, like a spring tide.
Collect a calm, do the embellishment of the branches of the years, graze yourself in the dawn, collect the dew between the flowers, sweep away the dust; cherish each other in the blossoms, follow the fate of the flowers, let the red dust be disturbed, I am pure and elegant, study a light ink, in the depths of time to write green bananas, red cherries, in the green mountains and green waters of life, light sleeves, shallow smiles, hearts, and the sun.
* Recitation: Han Nuan, the first prize of the national "Chinese soul" reading education speech activity, the People's Publishing House Reading Club - into the Great Hall of the People Reading Selection Contest Top Ten Readers, Personal Litchi Radio FM1944342.
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