Prose – tranquility

In the early morning, open the curtains, push open the light of the balcony, just in front of the thin morning fog, the posture is light and dancing, stretching the wings, let the mood one by one, in the first rays of the morning sun walk leisurely.

Loved the fresh and natural morning light. Whenever a fresh breeze in the morning light spreads through every corner of the mountains and valleys, you will hear the chirping of birds, and the mood will be inexplicably comfortable.

In the morning, facing the soft morning breeze, the fine morning fog, accompanied by the light morning dew, while walking, while tasting, can't help but make people have a faint sadness. Every harvest of joy and vitality in the field will have a beautiful scenery full of life.

Like fresh air, there is fresh air, if you pure heart every piece of beauty will be light in the heart of the rise and fall. There are many beautiful things in life that pass by you, and these are picturesque smoke and rain, ethereal and traceless.

In life, there are always some things to face. Let all the bustle, all the hustle and bustle, all the confusion return to tranquility. At this time, what is most needed is simple silence. Simple for a person, just read it yourself. Listen with your heart, listen with your heart, experience with your heart, the sentences in it are only simple truths, and you seriously examine the beauty of what is done in this world.

Everyone longs for a lake in their heart, and everyone has their own landscape garden. The aquatic trees had been washed, and the dew was hanging from the grass by the lake.