God, it really did as I wanted, it didn't rain this weekend. Even the clouds and cloth are so romantic, like rolling waves, the color is not pure white, but it is more advanced than pure white, and the feeling of seeing is only wonderful.
Slowly prick up your ears and listen to the sounds of nature in the early morning. There was the sound of the wind, the reverberation of the creak, and the sound of cars in the distance. The sound sounds so far away that you will feel that if you can see it, it may just be a few stars.
Stand quietly on the balcony and look into the distance. In the distance are staggered urban "building blocks", divided by lines pulled by green trees into shapes of different sizes. The water of the lake was just a curved silver chain, glowing with light. I guessed that the lotus flowers by the lake must be in full bloom, and there must be dewdrops rolling on the huge leaf plate.
Gently push open the window, lest it disturb the shallow dreams of those flowers and plants on the windowsill. A scent of breakfast slipped into the room, drawing curves around the room. The aroma is very light, but it is enough to open your taste buds, and you will unconsciously ask in your heart, "Who made the breakfast, it must be delicious!" ”
On an early morning when there is no rain, there is another kind of tranquility. All the subtle sounds are mixed together, making your mood float in the half-dream and half-awake, soothing, lazy, like a person walking in the vast forest, quiet and comfortable.
I packed up the books on the bedside table and put them back on the desk, which covered up last night's mood, let it sleep quietly for an early night, and let it escape with the trend.
The water-nourished plants on the small bedroom windowsill looked like a sleepy-eyed doll, lying in the bed and refusing to get up, looking miserable.
Leaning on the pillow on the arm of the sofa, still in the same position as watching TV last night, if ignored, it can lie down for another day and night, or longer.
In fact, the morning is the most suitable for reverie, a new day, fresh air, new ingenuity in the transformation of static and moving, I hope that what I see is joy, and everything I think is love.
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