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The sound of pop, pop, kapok falling makes me reminisce, have you ever felt the magic of nature?

author:Mountain people, hydropower people

Every spring, the kapok near my work place will open sequentially, and they seem to be arranged, first the kapok tree next to the wheel landscape blooms first, then the one next to the security booth, then the front building of the office building, then the front building, then the factory traffic hole, and then the foot of Beauty Peak... Available in two colors: big red and bright orange.

The sound of pop, pop, kapok falling makes me reminisce, have you ever felt the magic of nature?

The one in front of the office building became a landscape, whenever I was upset, whenever my eyes were dizzy, when I was worried, when I was bored... I walked out of the office and looked out the window to see the change of the kapok tree in all seasons.

The sound of pop, pop, kapok falling makes me reminisce, have you ever felt the magic of nature?

From the green leaves of the trees to the red flowers of the trees to the "June flying snow", people are impressive, and the most impressive thing is the time when the yellow leaves fall out, the buds on the branches bloom one by one, then the red flowers of the trees, and then the flowers fall one by one.

I have heard the sound and posture of the kapok falling, inadvertently "popping" and "snapping", throwing sound, if you are lucky, it is like an instrument changing to play duets, trios and quintets, wonderful, then you don't have to think about anything but just listen carefully with your ears.

Lin Qingxuan once wrote: "Every time kapok blooms, it is like a morning light heralding a new beginning." "In fact, every time Kapok is opened, it indicates that the next year has come, I, as a front-line employee, have been overhauling equipment all year round, busy and busy for a year but have achieved nothing, and I am slowly getting old."

Lin Qingxuan also wrote: "The kapok that cannot bear fruit in the city, every time it opens, it announces that a spring is about to end, like a fiery red sunset that has been falling into the sky." "With the passage of time, I feel like kapok in the city that can't bear fruit, young is capital, and now I feel that I am old and no longer useful!"

The sound of pop, pop, kapok falling makes me reminisce, have you ever felt the magic of nature?

I love the kapok season, the hope of spring, the color of the earth, and the beauty of the heart.

In addition to the beautiful scenery of this kapok opening, I actually want to enjoy the simple days of hunger and eating and sleeping, and I don't want to have too much "like the abyss, like walking on thin ice" crisis awareness, and I don't want to have too much "can't sleep, can't sit still" worry consciousness.

I once read a sentence: "I have always thought that people grow old slowly, but in fact, they are not, people become old in an instant." "Writing and writing, I feel that I have become old in an instant, and I can't help but feel sad from it."

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