I didn't have the habit of getting up early, and I didn't find that there was a little interest hidden in the morning. Since the beginning of last month, the plan is considered to be a morning exercise.
Going out at half past six, it was dawn, hazy, the soul seemed to be free from the bondage of the world, wandering in the fairyland, the cold wind blew on the face, not cold, but there was a sense of happiness.
After a while, the sky changed from slightly bright to bright, there was no sense of mystery, but I saw the awakened magpies began to fly around on the branches, the chatter of the ears, and occasionally there were small squirrels swimming around with their tails cocked on the cypress trees, but they disappeared quickly, these are the things I have not appreciated since I was a child, I have been busy at work before, and I do not understand the people who come and go early, and now when I find these scenes in nature that I have never seen carefully, I seem to be a little surprised, but it is indeed a different kind of freshness. Let the boring life of the lock add a sense of anticipation and gladness. essay. Good morning.
Goose Autumn