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I like to sit on a season of verdant greenery in the shallow autumn season, and use the feelings of summer to come to a prosperous brocade that has never gone far, and use an indifferent heart to meet the colorful autumn rhyme of a season.

Life is like a dream, coming in a hurry, and leaving in a hurry, leaving half awake and half drunk. Long red dust, I am just a speck of dust from the occasion, why not use a grateful heart to face it calmly; Flowers bloom, the four seasons are reincarnated, and the dojo of life are all passers-by, so why not go away in a chic way?

I like to be quiet and I like to be a maverick. After being alone for a long time, you can't help but want to go out for a walk, so you can ride a bicycle, choose a secluded country road, and walk into nature with a beautiful and graceful mood. Banish the heart, restore a innocence, a beauty, a simplicity, a poetry.

At this time, the pen of time has not been dyed yellow for a season of lushness, and on both sides of the path, all kinds of wild grasses are overgrown, and they are still luxuriant. Although autumn has arrived, it is still a pity and thriving. Especially the dog's tail grass swaying in the wind, stretching its green fluff, dancing in the wind, silently singing its own songs.

A few nightshades have bloomed leisurely, the red one is eye-catching, the yellow one is delicate, just one glance, there is a dark fragrance floating, unforgettable. From time to time, butterflies fly around among the flowers and plants, dancing, and birds are singing in the trees. This is exactly what "the butterfly dances from time to time, and the warbler is just crying".

Under the dense green shade of the intersection, several old people were playing chess with great interest, and their faces full of vicissitudes of life were full of joy. They are so casual, perhaps, a cup of tea when they are leisurely, a bag of cigarettes when they are lonely, this is the happiness of the peasant family.

In the green fields over there, there was a woman hoeing the weeds, and she was unhurried and unhurried in tending to the land. Oh, she treats time as a piece of brocade, she stitches and threads, fine and dense, wears a fine flower, embroiders a painting, it turns out that she is embroidering time.

You see, in the corn field, there are corn cobs that are about to ripen, dressed in green dressing gowns and combing with pigtails, like cute green dolls in their mother's arms. When the farmer saw it, his heart blossomed.

Continue along the green corridor, and the melodious music wafts in your ears. The music seemed to flow down from the sky, and when I looked up, I saw an old man grazing a flock of lovely sheep on a green slope not far away. The sheep are leisurely grazing, and the old farmer is wielding a whip in one hand and a small tape recorder in the other, each having their own fun. Everyone who listens is drunk!

The countryside is exceptionally peaceful. Especially at this time, the sunset is about to set in the west, and the twilight will not be twilight, and a touch of warm sun will put on a golden coat for the earth, trees, crops and people, with a clear texture and shining brightly. People can't help but think of a few words: the years are quiet, and the time is soft. Lonely and bright, there is a kind of beauty that seems to be separated from the world, as if there is incense, the aftersound is lingering, the mist is not dispersed, and the quiet beauty is far-reaching.

I love it a lot. You are only allowed to be silent in one place and listen attentively, as if you can hold the tenderness of the day as soon as you stretch out your hand. All the unhappiness and all the complexity are scattered with the wind at this moment. Some are just an idle heart, quietly thinking. Don't talk about yesterday, don't write tomorrow, a good night is worth a thousand gold, I hope that the little Qinghuan in front of me will be dressed as an elegant flower of time, pinned on the placket. Savor it and appreciate it slowly.

In fact, every day that seems to be repeated, there is a different wonderful, as long as you discover it. Just like the encounter between people, but the depth of fate is different. Every day is a walk, and in the process, you will meet all kinds of different people and different scenery. It's just that some of them will be forgotten after a glance, and some will remain in their hearts forever.

I embroider time with words, just like a farmer planting flowers on the land. I have long been accustomed to the company of words, and I can't do without words, just like farmers can't do without their beloved land. Don't ask about the harvest, don't ask about the result, just for the happiness of the heart.

The flowers bloom soundly, and the flowers fall without breath. Life is an alternation of flowers blooming and blooming. And each of us is no more than a flower in the world, and comes to this world with our own mission. In the process of this flower, life can show her gorgeousness and splendor. Women are like flowers and dreams, a life without a dream is destined to live up to your mission, a life with a dream, and a life that is persistent and blooming for the dream, is a life without regrets. The flowers are gorgeous and fragrant when they bloom, and elegant and calm when they fall.

When one day time is old, I can still count those bits of beauty in the feelings of falling flowers like rain; When one day's hearts fade away, I stand in the colorful season of falling flowers, and finally understand the meaning of life. Some people, some things, some experiences, meeting or rubbing shoulders, getting together or parting, are just fate. Know how to let go, know how to cherish, know how to be compassionate, know how to pity.

Therefore, it is a rich and colorful life, and there is a different kind of beauty. Cherish it when you have it, and don't regret it when you lose it. When the flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish them as well.

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