Quiet time

Out of the window, spring flowers hold wreaths, time flies and time flies. Birds fly in the sky and the sky is blue. In the afternoon, I sit quietly on the terrace and perch in the sun. Looking out of the window, I can see the flourishing branches, which are inseparable from each other. It makes people who appreciate flowers feel sad. Look, the new branches and leaves slant across the wall yard. The flowers and shadows are whirling and swaying in the wind. They are fragrant and enchanting outside the wind. The azalea on one side seems to be on her pupil, and her eyes are like a special camera, secretly taking the most beautiful shot of this spring day. A chance look back, Jingran found that the balcony of jasmine, white as snow, light fragrance, intoxicating. Although the colorful flowers and leaves are gorgeous, they are less peaceful and solemn. In the dream of Red Mansions, Xue Baochai has a poem that says very well: "only when it's light, can you know that flowers are more colorful, and when you're worried, how can you get jade without trace?" One sentence reveals the elegant elegance. I like pure jasmine, she is spotless, always a pure concern, but always can reach the heart, never leave. You see, the white cloud stood modestly in a corner of the sky, and the spring light covered it with rosy colors. Spring rain washes the earth clean, earthworms soften the soil, seeds sprout quietly, the music of winter far away, soars in spring, seeking its old base. During the dinner, I quietly got up, went to the study to get a Book of poetry, and made a cup of coffee, so that the fragrant coffee filled all around. Wind, gently floating no one knows the excitement, the beautiful sunshine into the study, the study shine. All of a sudden, thoughts pass through my heart like a flock of ducks flying across the sky. I heard the sound of their wings. There is a goal in the future that always makes me happy and inspired. She flies beautiful Tassels and shakes her wings. In the tireless days, there are bitterness, sweetness, joy and worry. I dip the bowl of my heart into this silent moment, it is full of love. The shadow of the sun gradually shrinks, leaving only a trace of it waving in the corner. Yes, the sun shadow moves, inch Yin inch, there is its joy and joy. Time is light, a little gentle, a little quiet. Life is like a dream, there are many questions can not be answered, there are many feelings, with the wind. Let the flowing thoughts stay at the ferry in February, looking for the traces left by every time in the seasonal round-trip. Push the window to overlook, a touch of green brushed through the window lattice, lying on the windowsill, one by one, dotted, very clear veins. The young branches and leaves are so beautiful that they can be broken by blowing bullets. This is the spring, when everything is renewed, when everything grows. Although the green belongs to nature, I say that the green of nature is dedicated in spring. From the grass to the grass, from the trees to the branches and leaves, the green is lovely and infectious - I can see clearly that the flow of green life is the power of green life. The poem of spring is beautiful, the dream of spring is sweet, and the pace of spring is faster. Listening to the voice of spring is like the deep follow of the sky. Chasing the shadow of spring is the expectation of smile. I come back to reality from spring's contemplation. Take advantage of the quiet time, follow the vast and incisive ink fragrance, to a higher level. When I travel in the sea of books, I will know that even if I just pass by in a hurry, I will not regret it. Chinese culture, extensive and profound, history