At first glance, I was shocked, and my heart moved instantly. Well, Xiao Huan Xi is beautiful.
You asked: What is the most beautiful in your heart?
She said that a flower is beautiful, whether it is in full bloom or withered; a drop of rain is beautiful, whether it is cheerful or creeping. Regardless of the ending, all beauty is the variety of processes and the cold and warm seasons. It is an irreplaceable perception of life journey. She said that the child's lively and innocent smile was the most beautiful. The old man who staggered in the setting sun was beautiful; all humanity and things related to simplicity and kindness in the world were beautiful in her heart.
She said that truth, kindness, and beauty are eternal flowers that bloom in people's hearts.
The winter sun is short, light and fluffy, and it tastes cold like ice cream.
In the afternoon, she sat on the steps outside the courtyard to eat corn. She said that the corn disappeared before the sun had finished. He smiled and said she looked the most beautiful in corn. She likes such soft sunshine, delicate wind, and fragrant corn. If there is no trouble, it is a good season on earth. She just looked up at the change of clouds in the sky, listening to the whispers of the wind as the leaves passed. But just eat her corn and enjoy this wonderful and pleasant moment.
She said that this time is the most beautiful and happiest. She wanted this simple joy, indulging in the clearest and sweetest way.
The most beautiful in winter is snow. On that day, it was so cool and so beautiful to see the pictures of the snow in the space uploaded by the girl. She wants to say that the wind and the smoke are pure and the world is the same. The vast world is spotlessly clean, clean and clean, an atmosphere and beauty that cannot be compared.
She remembered the photos sent by Mier. Mier's smile was so bright when she made a snowman in the ice and snow.
This winter, the town is still snow-free. Snow Xiaozen is here, snow is here, and it is snowing in this small town.
On this day, the small town is the warmest day in winter, and the wind is bright, making people suspect that spring is coming. Rows of bauhinia are blooming on the roadside, and they are burnt to the sky like a rainbow. The sky is blue and the clouds are white, which makes people feel like they are floating.
I like a person who has to walk through thousands of mountains and rivers to see him, this is what Xue said. Now that Xue is passing by, how can he miss this opportunity.
The teacher's college is in the East Bay, and I make an appointment to drive to the beach. My heart is nervous, expecting, and also joy, Xiao Huan is happy.
On this day, she is going to face the sea and spring is blooming.
Sitting right in front of me, my heart was banging like a deer, my head was blank. There is no reason to like it, just like it, her book, her appearance, her meditation, her uniqueness.
Snow was as thin and tall as the heroine described in many of her books. It's all her original, with her unique taste. On that day, she was standing on the stage wearing a royal blue skirt with short hair, which was very amazing. It is as beautiful as imagining Zhongxue. It is so beautiful, full of love, like a blue lotus, refined and elegant. It is not meaningful, but only from a distance. Snow sang the Peking opera "Lock the Lin Pouch", I didn't understand, but it was pleasing to the eye, it felt like the atmosphere, it was like a thousand turns of love. It's also amazing, but it's even more frightening. It's poisoning. Especially when she sings, how can a "beautiful" word work well.
For a long time, she didn't return to God. When the new book was signed, she was so close to her. Happy, she wanted to say, fate is really wonderful.
Like a person, it is like a knot, a knot in the heart. In front of her, like a child doing wrong things, nervous and upset.
Want to come, as long as you can look far away, my heart is full of joy.
It is only a short ten hours before the New Year, and there is a rush of rush.
However, on the last day of this year's end, the coldest cold wave of this year struck. The cold wind was bitter, which was very different from the warmth of the previous two days. Typing a paragraph late at night, cold feet, such as soaking in cold water to the calf, then hurriedly withdrew troops. There was no warmth in the duvet for a long time.
2012 was a wonderful year, a time full of surprises and joys during her half-life journey. She recorded in words these joyous, sad, and cumbersome days of love, affection, and affection.
Let these memories bloom brilliantly in life, and find a part of your own world in words, a beauty and happiness.
Xue said that writing is a practice. It is the practice of the mind, practice in the text, and practice in life, so that the mind becomes mature and stable.
The pot of green chrysanthemum in the case of the book fell, and was replaced with a carefully selected new flower pot. It was a quiet dark blue with white flowers on it, which became more and more clean and green. Maybe, if life can't be cultivated into flower-like beauty, then it should be cultivated as stubbornness and silence as green flowers. For a moment in the world, a little water can grow unexpectedly, and it is not prosperous, but it is also prosperous.
On the wall, a new word "blessing" is displayed on the wall, a beam of joy, let the new year be safe, and happiness continue to follow.