Our lives are wonderful

In life, every scene is wonderful, as long as we look at our lives with our hearts.

During the summer vacation, life has been very monotonous, finally, in Grandma

In my hometown, I discovered the excitement of life.

On this day, I did not lie in bed, but chose to run in the morning

Feel the excitement of life and cleanliness. In the early morning of summer, there is no midday heat, and the cool wind wraps me up and washes away the impetuousness in my heart. The people of the countryside generally get up early and start another day of busyness, their hunched bodies undulating in the vegetable field, working hard, wearing the lightest coarse cloth clothes, wearing emerald green bamboo stalks, waving hoes, lifting, falling, loosening the soil, and lifting again, the movement is like a beautiful dance, the silver light of the hoe refracts the lustrous luster in the sun, like the beads of sweat on the forehead. Their figures appear infinitely small in this boundless field, but also infinitely large.

Continue to run forward, far away from the village the scenery begins to become silent

Jing, looking up at the mountains next to it, shrouded in sunlight, green mountains, blue skies, and white clouds have become the best composition, only hate to paint them, and the birds are also singing here and there, as if they are all vying to see whose voice is more beautiful. Looking at the farmland near and far, although there is no fruitful autumn season, the rice waves are rolling, but you can still smell the ripe breath, there are old people on the mountain side who run back in the morning to see every household rise cooking smoke, everyone is preparing breakfast for the children and grandchildren who have a hard time returning to the township. Suddenly I wanted to help my grandmother raise the fire to cook breakfast, untied the rope tied to the firewood, took a handful of firewood into the hearth, grabbed a handful of pine leaves to ignite the fire, lit the gap under the firewood with a lighter, and the stovetop made a "crackling" sound as the fire increased, like a symphony, the stone of the fire greedily licked the bottom of the pot, and soon changed the smell of rice porridge, listening to Grandma's praise, beautiful.

It turns out that life can be so wonderful, every scenery can be wonderful, not to lose those people say movies, TV series and the like. Wonderful varies from person to person, for tourists, the scenery is wonderful; for farmers, the harvest is wonderful; for Peking Opera lovers, every Peking Opera is wonderful... Love life, life is wonderful.

If you think life isn't so exciting, you haven't learned to love life

live.

You know, how wonderful our lives are.