The riverbank trail
The wind in the wilderness is a sound amplifier, the people on the north bank of the river said all the words scraped into the ears of the people on the south side of the river, like face to face. So there is no secret in the wind, it is not afraid to let people listen to it, listen to it is no matter, anyway, people on both sides of the river can not cross the river, and what can be done, rather than let go of the voice to talk about leisure, but also free. A water is separated by various crops, and it's good to listen to the wind from afar and get used to it.
Under the old cypress tree
Compared with other parks, the Temple of Heaven in early spring, except for the scattered spring flowers, there are no other flowers in bloom, and the magnolia in the Zhai Palace has to wait until the end of March, and the famous begonia can only be seen in mid-April.
My manchu grandmother
In this world, I have three grandmothers, one is my father's mother, whom I call Grandma. One is my mother's mother, whom I call Grandma. And another is my mother's adoptive mother, whom I call Grandma. All three of these grandmothers would have been my own grandmothers.
The perched tree
Behind the courtyard is a small hill with a lush forest and competing trees. It is always when the afterglow is slanting that the woods get busy. Sometimes, when I get excited and look through the telescope, these different types of trees are in their own shape, each in its own way, and the nesting birds come one after another. Another year in mid-spring, a mountain of vitality is baked up by different levels of color, different heights of swaying. Some trees are full of birds, making the branches move, some trees appear to be sparsely populated with birds, while others stand in silence, waiting for those who fly to roost.
Starry nights for kids
The children came to the meadow to see the stars. The stars looked like white balloons floating from the earth to the sky one after another. The balloons' strings are broken, so the stars can't come back. People have forgotten about the stars, but the stars keep looking at the earth from afar. If someone on Earth keeps looking at the stars, their eyes will always meet. The words that the stars want to say will also come slowly with the gaze, but of course, it is a sound thinner than a silk thread, and only by holding one's breath can one hear it. So the children look at the stars without blinking, feeling that they cannot fail to live up to the gaze of the stars.
The taste of nostalgia
The grapefruit in my hometown is a bit famous outside. People ask where the old home, I said Changshan, people will "Oh" a - "Changshan grapefruit. In this way, it seems that the most famous in the old home is this grapefruit. But many people first encounter this fruit, a bite down, ah, so sour. And then a bite, ah, so bitter - most likely, he does not know much about grapefruit. After winter, folks pick grapefruit, but this is not the best time to enjoy it. You have to be patient, pick it, put it away quietly, and wait slowly. As time passes, the magic of time works inside the fruit, and as the day gets colder, the fruit's ingredients slowly transform, with less acid concentration and more sweet concentration, the fruit becomes increasingly delicious. Around New Year's Day is very good. To be able to hold back a little more, to the Spring Festival, it will be even better, eaten with a honey-like sweetness.
The fragrance of those time
After the summer, autumn is justified. The sound of cicadas is a bit hoarse, and the flowers in the depths of the greenery that are holding out for summer are getting shy. The sunlight falling on the ginkgoes is like broken gold, revealing a charming and gentle light. The fine continuous wind stirred the intoxicating fragrance of cinnamon flowers that were hidden outside the window in a bright and peaceful manner.