Waking up in the morning, taking a lazy step, walking to the balcony, still habitually taking a deep breath,
Trying to inhale everything new, to wake up the passion that lies deep in the soul ...
However, the window after the rain seemed to be trembling—
The dark clouds cover the sun, and the gray sky is really inspiring;
The conifers on the roadside, after experiencing the storm, were slightly tired and swaying the broken branches, rustling from time to time, as if it was sad to pass it on to passersby;
Just as everything in front of me, sadly meditating,
There was a cheerful sound of birds singing near my ears, crisp, clean and euphemistic, and the sentiment faded,
I looked around eagerly to see what kind of birds they were, but I couldn't find them.
It's just the autumn breeze, and I gently brush my face, my heart seems suddenly--
They are the spirits of autumn, only singing for "truthful", "good", "beautiful" and beautiful people. It is lucky to be able to hear the "seeing" that the world cares. At this moment, they do not belong to them. Force it?
So, the corner of my mouth raised slightly, turned and took a step, ready to go again!