Morning light Symphony

In the morning, I strolled out of the house and took a leisurely walk in the building area. The red sun climbed out of the misty ocean, rising ran ran on the horizon, revealing a semicircle smile, looking at the Earth waking up from sleep. I took a relaxed four steps, Drivin the ocean in the meager shining morning sun, in the moment I looked out the blue sky and sucked the fresh air, the round and shining sun, it has been hung diagonally on the remote and sparse treetop. The broad and narrow streets in the building area are very quiet, with well-proportioned shadows of buildings lying neatly on the streets, like rows of cruise ship sketches with uniform light and shade, reflected on the river, it is also like the plaid key on the keyboard, which seems to be touched lightly, and the notes with rhythm and rhythm will float out, with a clear voice, playing the morning Symphony, melodious and melodious, lifting up the ups and downs in my heart. It is the April day in the world. Although there are no verdant jade trees and full of flowers, the smell of early spring will also make you Poetic. Look at the green pine and cypress and the purplish red bush, look at the Willow buds waiting to go. Although you didn’t hear the singing of the floating warbler or the bees tactfully, you would also be full of passionate poems. There was an endless stream of morning exercises on the street. An old couple came across me. The old man was leaning on a crutch and walking hard. The old woman held the old man’s arm, he looked at him with warm eyes from time to time. Although he was stumbling, he still talked and laughed, talking and laughing. The young people who ran in the morning, wearing colorful sportswear, shuttled through the street, like a spring breeze, roaring past, and like wandering flowers in the river cover, with youthful vitality, with vigorous vitality. Another old man came across, holding his flowery little granddaughter. The old man’s face was covered with wrinkles and smiles. He bent down and talked with his granddaughter patiently. The granddaughter looked just 5, the scene at the age of 6 is clever and lovely. The bow tied on the head seems to fly up, with wings flashing. The watery big eyes seem to come out of the water, and the mouth keeps shouting: Looking for Grandma, find grandma. My eyes became wet, as if there was a painting about life in front of me. I saw a continuation of life and a reincarnation of life. I sigh with emotion at the mutual support of the old couple and the youth of the young people. I especially sighed with emotion that the old grandfather looked at his little granddaughter’s cherished eyes. Although the old tree was going to wither, he still cherished the continuation of his life so much. I also sighed with emotion in my little granddaughter’s mouth: Looking for Grandma, looking for grandma. Although the child is very young, she knows the importance of family affection, like a chicken just out of the shell, which needs the comfort of her mother all the time. Life is such a picture scroll, and life is such a movement. The whole life, the grass and the trees, the autumn, said short, just a moment in the Time Tunnel, said Long, counting, there are also hundreds of years, in this hundred years, every day of life, how many such sunny mornings do we feel again? It is like a meteor in the universe, fleeting? I have sensed the value of life, the reincarnation of life, the transience of life, the vitality of life and the difficulty of life. This morning, in my eyes, a movement of vivid and touching life was staged. I didn’t know when I had turned back to the door of my house. Suddenly, I found that the grass on the ground had grown up, clusters, patches, brand new green, lying tightly on the ground, like snuggling in the embrace of my mother and being afraid of the cold, the lovely little life is being born and a new spring has come. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…