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I haven’t written for a long time, and there is no reason. The most appropriate excuse is that I dare not face the heart world overgrown with weeds, love comfort and ease, let the desolation expand, and live in the warm sun of myself. At this moment, sitting in front of the computer desk which had not been touched for a long time, the trivial thoughts grew wildly like weeds in this quiet night, and were jammed in the heart without any sense. The blink of an eye has entered May, and time has really shrunk. The days are so repeated that I feel that there is little new idea, but I am unable to change anything. The noise in the daytime can’t be figured out a clear fragment. Maybe it is because of insufficient concentration. Most of the time, I still like to be quiet and quiet. I feel that I have a special taste, facing a certain scene in a TV or a book, I couldn’t help laughing out loud or crying out of sadness. That mood comes from the real heart. When the dialogue only belongs to oneself and oneself, pain and warmth accompany oneself. The sky is very blue, and Blue has an unreal feeling. The blue is as clear as my mellow heart. Walking out of the House, the plants full of eyes bloom quietly. Although it is a little hidden and not as luxuriant as summer, in the charm of this season, people seem to become particularly sensitive and affectionate, and life is always like this, it makes people surprised and surprised by accident, and interweaved with the intention of picking flowers and cutting willows unintentionally. Maybe moving is so simple, happiness is so easy to spread. Walking in the quiet ecological wasteland, it seems to be the first time to find that the scenery here is a different kind of beauty, which makes people enchanted. Wild vegetation dyed my soul, my memory. When most people mention desert, the first thing they think of is desolation and even death. But at this moment, looking at the Green poplar and luxuriant red willow in front of me, my heart was moved. This may be the magic of nature, distant and empty. It seems that there is a kind of spirituality hidden in pure beauty that brings some vividness to the originally desolate wilderness. In fact, there are a lot of scenery around us, each of which has its own unique beauty, but the steps under our feet are in a hurry and ignore them. If one day we can use them so delicately, pay attention to the plump heart, then the scenery will still have infinite beauty. Today, standing in the desert world, filter your soul, and feel a poetic feeling and artistic conception of beautiful picture scroll in purification. At this moment, there is no need to be embellished by poetry and ink. What a wonderful poetic and pictorial song nature has given to human beings. I really felt the publicity of its power! This integrated natural beauty makes the soul seem to touch the pulse of ancient times and feel the weal and weal of our homeland and all things. Willow and poplar are common plants in northwest desert. They love each other like couples in the vast desert. Every season, no matter the wind or rainstorm, they still keep a real charm for themselves, showing the true color of life. The Red Willow blossoms, and the standing euyang adds bright colors to the Gobi Desert, which may be the revelation of the living, indicating that this is not the forbidden zone of life, and interpreting a strong and unyielding spirit. Standing in the red willows, listening to the crisp songs of birds and absorbing the natural breath, it seems to bring people into a natural, harmonious and wonderful dream, looking at this cluster of pink flowers, I can’t help admiring and admiring from the bottom of my heart. These unyielding lives have shown us how colorful the charm is. I would like to have a feeling of being as quiet and pure as Red Willow and Hu Yang. I like to face myself truly and sincerely, with my naked heart. In reality, for us, what really remains and belongs to us is nothing more than wisdom, knowledge and health. Why don’t we pursue a kind of sincere self and enjoy freehand brushwork life in fickleness and nature, because the Four Seasons change repeatedly, every year. Therefore, no matter how ups and downs the waves of the years are, there is no need to be frightened. There will always be moments of wind and rain on the road, but we will still move forward silently, because the soul and time have been bonded together, just like the blue sky, white clouds, Hu Yang, Hong Liu, with the singing of all kinds of birds, the season becomes soft and the air is purified. If you are willing to integrate your soul with nature and cleanse your soul, it will suddenly become spotless and crystal clear. A breeze blows through, and the air seems to be infused with strong feelings of human fireworks. At this time, I would like to make myself happy, listen to a Zen sound from the nature, read a little green, and don’t have to worry about the ruthless carving of the years in the wilderness, when the life accumulated in our souls is abundant and full enough, we will walk in the years with ease and confidence according to the warmth of life, and live with heart like a tree: neither arrogant nor self-abased, always keep a quiet heart. Isn’t this the true portrayal of the life of Red Willow and Hu Yang! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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