The beautiful world as I see it

Beautiful things must be pleasing to all. The beauty of things, the beauty of people... And the beauty that I admire and like is a kind of beauty that cannot be seen, touched, but can really feel.

In the cold winter, there is a cold, oppressive atmosphere around it. Sullen but had to endure, like a man in the dark, waiting with great anticipation for the dawn to come. In the midst of imminent despair, suddenly a wind blew slowly, without the fierceness of the winter wind, without the fearful chill in the winter wind, with a little sweetness, with a little warmth. Like the sudden arrival of dawn, warmth and sunshine suddenly overflowed the whole world. The spring breeze is coming, and the spring is coming.

I let go of the layer after layer of wrapping on my body, as if I had metamorphosed. His face, which had been blazing white, had regained its rosiness, and his hands were no longer panicked and desperate to ask for the warmth in his pockets. Feel happy to receive the caresses of the spring breeze. The spring breeze blows in bursts, and I seem to see the spring breeze breeze from the surface of the water, and the cold river water immediately warms up; the spring wind is like a mother lovingly caressing the grass and flowers, so that the withered them are revived; the spring wind sweeps in front of the sun, and the sun that was originally pale and cold begins to have a red color. All this inexplicably reminds people of an ancient poem "Always exchange the new peach for the old charm".

In the spring, there is a habit of lying down on the soft grass and smelling the sweet smell of grass. Admire the white clouds in the sky blown by the spring wind, and the grass playfully grazes my head. Winter has been completely expelled, and spring is a happy move in.

Spring is here, the weather is warm, and people's faces are back full of vibrant smiles. Breathing a sigh of relief, I lifted the comfort and ease that Shinchu had fallen off due to winter. Busy work, labor, study, the life that was originally a little loose due to winter has returned to a tight and powerful life, the horror of winter has long been forgotten, and the beauty of spring is unforgettable.

The beauty in my eyes is when winter has passed and spring has just arrived. The dead and silent winter fades away, while spring gives people vitality and warmth. It's an abstract beauty.