Dawn

I was awakened by the sound of birds in my deep sleep, and then got out of bed and walked outside the door. The genius was hazy. I stood in the courtyard dam of the old house and found the scenery of the morning light in my hometown was very beautiful and beautiful. The soft, comfortable, tranquil and blurred night disappeared, and the dense fog and thin ground cage covered the mountains, houses, trees, cattle circles and Woodpile. All things were painted with a light layer of lead gray. The deep sky of the East, the dim color turned into the blush of the morning light. The moon was like an eyebrow, and the stars squeezed in the night eyes hid in the sky because of tiredness. Only the star with the moon still emitted long light. Everything in front of me seemed clear and hazy. The house only showed its outline, but could not see the Tile Hill; The trees and bamboos could only see the shadow, and could not see the leaves clearly, just like the dreamlike scenery and a splash-ink landscape painting. I walked to the wilderness outside the yard, and the sky gradually became bright. The grass on the fields and lands was covered with dewdrops, glittering, soft and green, like transparent pearls. The breeze blows, and there comes a burst of fragrance of flowers and soil. The stream beside the road was rattling, the grass on both sides was like a emerald carpet, birds were flying freely and singing happily, the sound of chicken, dog barking, cow Moo and sheep came from far and near, one after another, it seems to play the faint little morning music in early summer. The shelves set up with sticks and bamboo poles in the vegetable field are covered with pumpkin and loofah vines, and yellow flowers like horns and butterflies are in full bloom. Soon, the rising sun rose. Scattered in the mountains, the farmhouses and thatched houses covered by various lush trees and green bamboos emitted smoke from the kitchen, and the figure of early workers and farmers appeared in the fields. After waking up, the mountain village became lively from silence. The Earth was full of vitality, intoxicating and fascinating. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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