Early in the morning, Lin Hainan got up very early.

He wants to get familiar with the environment here as soon as possible, so that he can take root here as soon as possible, so that he can live here in the future, because many things need him to do, so familiarizing himself with the environment is an essential job, and it is also to be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Early in the morning, the weather in December is indeed a little cold.

Early in the morning, I walked out the door, and a cold air rushed in, cool and swishing. Looking into the distance, the mist shrouded the earth, like a layer of white veil, faintly, and only a few bare branches could be seen with white buds. When I looked closer, it turned out that the branches of the trees were full of white and crystal frost flowers, which was very beautiful.

The morning of the small lake ended under this sun, the sun slowly rose overhead, the moon had disappeared, the morning frost turned into crystal dewdrops, the fallen leaves were still falling, the little squirrel looked at the fallen leaves swirling in the air, the tail was raised high, the wild ducks and geese were still busy in the lake, for the sake of livelihood, the morning of the small lake was no longer peaceful.

Lin Hainan loves the morning, especially the fresh and clear feeling that is unique to the morning. When the thin mist was almost exhausted by the light wind, a new round of the morning sun rose from the distant East China Sea on the glorious road paved by the morning light, and rose to the faint sky. The sun is like a blazing fireball, burning bigger and brighter. Soon, the whole world was dazzling and shining with yellow and clear golden light, and the heavens and the earth were suddenly full of vitality and vitality.

The ears of wheat in the field dam sucked silently, and the damp mountain breeze caressed the rape flowers on the slopes. The early risers were busy in the fields, and a trickling stream ran through the valley, and the sound of the murmuring tinkling was like the sound of a child sucking his mother's milk and head, so peaceful, so delicate, so meek.

The morning wet with dew fills the ears of wheat in the fields and dams, and also fills the hearts of the croppers who get up early. The sun rose slowly, as big as a disc, and as colored as a salted egg yolk, but it was not dazzling. The slightest warm current is fluttering and sprinkling, dancing with the breeze, and where it falls, there will be warmth. Open the window, the fresh air greets you, take a deep breath, and suddenly feel a cool flow throughout the body, every cell is awakened, and the meridians are connected.

The weather in December was very good, with regular clouds overhead, a large fish in the sky, with rows of white clouds as scales, with a blue background in between, and the south-eastern morning sun reflected the clouds that covered it behind the clouds, and the long red clouds resembled a glowing red carp. The poplar trees by the playground have lost their leaves, but still exude a fresh scent, and the smell of cow dung in the surrounding sky and earth can be heard in the air from time to time. That's how the taste in the field should be.

The autumn morning is beautiful, the air is so fresh, there is a hint of cool comfort, the green seedlings in the wheat field, with a little dewdrops, crystal clear, my footsteps, occasionally startled a pheasant or two, screaming, circling, flying away, hehe, sorry, disturbing your sweet dreams, I didn't mean it!

Lin Hainan pointed to the sky and muttered: Look, the sun is about to get up, blushing, embarrassed, slowly, under the support of layers of clouds, jumping up to the treetops little by little, finally revealing that bright smiling face, hehe, it's another bright autumn!

Autumn morning, slightly cool and pleasant, jogging on the path, the poplars on both sides, no longer swishing in the wind, sparse leaves, yellow, silent, one by one, like a huge butterfly, flying, spinning, fluttering, elegant landing, gorgeous ending.

In the early morning, Lin Hainan strolled around this palace to watch the rising sun in the east, covering the earth with wisps of glow. Under the shade of the trees, the birds in the meadow are singing crisply, and the crystal dew is shining. Breathe in the fragrance of the earth, appreciate the scenery of nature, and pick a handful of dewdrops, float lightly on your face, and feel its coolness.

Like a lot of people say, early mornings are a magical thing.

When the moon was about to set, the moon was still wandering hopelessly at the edge of the dark forest, and the river shone silver from time to time, without a breath of wind, but the treetops swayed slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues of the boulevard cast long, unpredictable shadows among them, and the fountain spit water, rustling wonderfully through the vast silent night.

In the morning, I breathed deeply into the fresh air full of mountains and valleys with frost, and felt energetic and full of strength, as if I had become an excellent hunter who could go up the mountain to catch tigers and enter the water to catch Jiaojiao.

When the earth has just woken up from the light of the morning, there is a clear laughter wafting in the solemn and cool orchard. The joy of the birds had subsided to some other corners. Some of the little beetles that love to fly around in the morning breeze are even more restless in all directions. The thick leaves wriggled slightly on the outstretched branches, but they couldn't hide the fruit.

You could see the occasional glittering dew in the bushes, like stars shining in a misty night. And a layer of hair, or a thin layer of frost, on the red peel, makes it appear softer and wetter. The clouds rose, and through the gaps in the heavy green leaves, through the golden clouds, ~ wisps of transparent lilac and light yellow light reflected in the forest.

The dawn gradually showed the colors of purple, blue, and green. The rising sun reveals its first rays. I've never seen this bright red so red, and I've never seen this bright red so fresh. In an instant, the fireball soared into the air, and the gaze was covered with colorful clouds. Light and shadow are ever-changing, and a hundred pillars of light are shining down from space.

The clear air makes the earth vast and expansive, spreading it infinitely. Everything is going afar, and it is beckoning people to go to the blue edge of the earth. I have stood in this place and seen the sun rise more than ten times, and each time a new world was born in front of me, full of new beauty.

It was not yet sunrise, and it was a little dark, and it was a wonderful moment. In the deep and pale sky, there were still a few stars scattered, the ground was pitch black, the sky was completely white, the weeds were trembling slightly, and everywhere was shrouded in mysterious light. A lark, as if united with the stars, sings in the sky.

The sparse sky seemed to be holding its breath and listening to the ode that this little creature sang for the boundless universe. In the east, the Grasse Col showed its dark shadow on the bronze-colored horizon, and the dazzling white star hung over the top of the hill as if it were a soul flying out of this dark mountain field.

When the sun first appeared, I walked along the river to the village, so faint and clear mist, so moist and wet smell of earth, kept plopping on my face and burrowing into Lin Hainan's nose.

In the blink of an eye, he had come a long way. And so, a man wandered through the deserted court of this morning.

The smoke and rain are picturesque, the years are like poetry, and it has been a long time since I left home.

Before you know it, it's early winter.

In the early winter morning, I was still sleeping quietly. Pillowing the sun just rising from the horizon and covering the cotton mist that gathers on the earth with night dew, it outlines a natural watercolor painting.

The mountains are asleep, sleeping in the thick mist, the fog is asleep, sleeping on the dew, the dew is asleep, sleeping in the tips of the grass, the grass is asleep, sleeping among the edges of ice, the ice is asleep, covering the barren beams of fish, sleeping in the bosom of the earth.

The sun was surprisingly tender, revealing the face of a child whose frost had been blown by the wind, red and brilliant. The sun lost its summer heat and was soft. Gentle pillars of light shoot towards mountains, grasslands, and rivers, like slender hands, caressing mountains, trees, rivers, and lakes. The silent ravines and vegetable beds are a special kind of purity. The sun came out quietly, as if it was afraid of alarming people's dreams.

On such a morning, the birds were very well-behaved—the owl had just fallen asleep, the cold trumpet had not yet scratched its eyes, the magpie and the thrush had not yet begun to sing, and even the little sparrows had not yet jumped.

Insects are even more secluded, they can't hear the irritability of the cicadas, they can't see the fluttering of butterflies, the bees picking camellias, they haven't heard the password to set off, and more insects have been or are beginning to cocoon themselves. All the hibernating animals have rested, and the non-sleeping animals are also lazy.

Only one higher animal, man, is strange:

The concept of winter gathered in the court did not care, especially in early winter, and there was no feeling at all. Some people don't even pay attention to the concept of late autumn and early winter, thinking that it is still late autumn. The lazy and comfortable man is still sleeping under the covers, whether it is the morning or the night of early winter.

Lin Hainan thought: People living in the mountains have their own unique enjoyment.

The lazy ladies of the court got up and groomed, and the sun's rays entered the windowsill as the standard time. They don't know how to enjoy the morning view of early winter, but they are satisfied with letting the sun touch their long hair. Only the hard-working man, the baby in the mountain, got up early in the morning, followed by a guard dog, and went straight to the hill to see the scenery in the mountains and bathe in the morning light of early winter.

Lin Hainan likes the scenery of early winter mornings the most, especially on sunny and foggy mornings. When I came to the hill, I exhaled a long hot breath to the sun to add to the fog, and I let out my loud voice to the mountain, and let out a roar like a milk tiger, and listened to the echoes of the valley.

The kind of tranquility after the echo has ceased is not something that ordinary people can enjoy. Those who have enjoyed it may not be able to appreciate the charm. I want to be a person who loves and enjoys nature, and when I see the beautiful scenery and feel the beautiful time, I will have some beautiful thoughts and feel that it is the gift of nature that gives us.

Therefore, in such a beautiful time, Lin Hainan will enjoy such a morning to the fullest, look at the sun stupidly, let go of his throat loudly, enjoy the mountains beautifully, gently tilt his ears, even if it is the slightest sound, he will be pleasantly surprised to listen to the sound of nature.

I observe hibernation and abandoned animals, although there are very few, but always want to "scarce things are expensive", occasionally see an ant in the morning, I will think of its hard work, produce a small happiness - in the early winter morning, I enjoy the sun with the ants.

Lin Hainan observed the trees destroyed by the wind, although Liao fell, he always felt that there was a kind of power, how persistent the shrubs that did not fall leaves, and how resolute the trees that fell leaves. They will inevitably add a strong tenacity and temperament to Lin Hainan. People say that the man in the mountain has the character of the mountain, and I will never deny the contribution of the environment.

Lin Hainan also observed the "dogtooth ice" forged at a severe low temperature under the frost that night, and propped up the loose mud on the roadside ridge, like a mud umbrella held by the "ant man". When I was a child, my family was very poor, and I felt that the people in the mountains were poor. Although it was winter, they were barefoot because they had no shoes to wear. Lin Hainan has personal experience, stepping on this "dog's tooth ice" barefoot, "snorting" sound, his feet are almost numb, but he doesn't feel a pain, but competes with children of the same age to resist the endurance of the cold.

Slowly, the winter mist, soothed by the sun, began to hide its wings, and reluctantly dispersed from the foot of the mountain. The foothills gradually brightened, the peaks of the mountains gradually became clear, and the remaining mist on the mountainside, like a flock of sheep driven by a shepherd boy, gradually sank into the forest grass. Looking at the sky, the white mist and the clouds merge into one, presenting a colorful picture.

The most memorable thing is the galloping horse, as if the gods were driving it out, galloping with its head high, unrestrained and dashing. This situation reminds me of a popular sentence on the Internet: "Shenma (what) is a floating cloud", this is really a kit coincidence, nature also caters to people's tastes, this Shenma, is really a floating cloud.

When the white clouds and yellow cranes soar into the sky, the whole earth is fresh, and the early winter morning will step into the morning without a trace, making it easy for people to forget it.

In Lin Hainan, there is always a feeling for it, and this affection makes me linger. In my heart, the morning of early winter is so severe, so grim that it is untouchable, the morning of early winter is so special, so special that it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the morning of early winter is so beautiful, so beautiful that people are unpredictable!

This makes Lin Hainan often flash a thought: I am a man forged in the morning of early winter, with a firm and persistent mountain character, firm and tenacious, and persistent so strong that I am strong. It makes me feel like winter, appreciate the severity of winter, and love the morning light of early winter!

Yes, the climate and weather are like that, they can give people infinite charm and reverie.

Lin Hainan is no exception, always imagining everything around him poetically.

Gradually, he had come to Tiannan Palace, where the concubines lived.

No, some of the concubines are already starting to make up.

The light smoke color slim skirt is a little swaying, the belt under the hem is loosely knotted at the waist, and the light purple that has been slightly smoked by the green smoke, at first glance, it seems to be a very light ink on the white velvet, and the wide cuffs are edged with a little silver thread, and the charm contained in it is far beyond the appearance and publicity.

The waterfall-like green silk is pulled into a delicate and elegant Han Yan bun, the forehead hair seems to be unintentionally shallow parting, a purple jade hairpin is pinned between the buns, and a few lily of the valley flowers hang under the silver-plated stream. Take a closer look, the skin is delicate and silky like mutton fat jade, the eyebrows are faint and undecorated, and you can't see what it feels like in your eyes.

The slender eyelashes hang down naturally, the shallow lips of the cherry petals are not dotted and red, and the willow waist is full of hands. Walking into the Jingxiu room like this, looking out the window with a touch of the sun, my heart couldn't help sinking. I haven't seen it for a long time, and this place seems to be very different from the past. The "Jiaowei", which is very popular among everyone in the palace, is now missing, presumably it was begged by the favorite concubine of which family to please Long Yan, and the palace maid who served the qin did not know how many generations had changed, I wish his heart to remain unchanged for a long time, at this moment, I don't know how to look at each other...

In the past, he was a confidant, but now he is fighting for the wind. Raising his eyebrows, smiling coldly, in the deep palace where flowers are crowded, true friends can have geometric cultivation? People are annihilated at will, they are really ignorant at that time, and what can they do when they see their faces again? Also, ask who can understand the person in the eyes. The cloud bun and mist mustache, the inverted lotus hairpin with the golden box is obliquely inserted, and the silver tassel inlaid with diamonds is shining.

Qing Dai'e eyebrows, bright eyes, jade fingers and arms, thin waist and snow skin, limbs are fragrant, and lotus socks. The elegant jade face is painted with light plum blossom makeup, and the original beautiful face has faded because of becoming a woman, and the immature youth shows a trace of charm, which is intimidating;

The lilac disc collar has narrow sleeves, inlaid with purple patterns, and the waist is tied into a beautiful bow with soft fan smoke, showing a slender figure, and it also gives people an elegant and noble feeling. A light purple Pingluo skirt, long and dragged to the ground, without a single pattern, only a few half-opened oleanders embroidered with red silk thread on the cuffs, milky white silk girdle, and Luo Cui soft yarn in hand.