The tree-lined path, with lush flowers and trees, walked slowly alone. A flower suddenly bloomed under the big tree on the other side of the road. I didn't know what kind of flower it was, so I couldn't help lingering around. The blue and white of the sky flowed in the gaps between the leaves, little by little, I could not see what the blue sky and white clouds outside the tree looked like at the moment.

In the depths of the branches, I could faintly hear two little birds arguing and quarreling. One of them flew away angrily, and suddenly passed in front of my eyes, looking for another branch; the branches and leaves were dense and growing together. , When the wind came, everything that should fall fell one after another, and after a whirl, like a fairy, with a startling glance, flutteringly, descended into the mundane world. The flying birds, the fallen leaves, disappeared in a flash, I couldn't see what it was like.

The wind blew softly, as soft as a veil, and the long leaves of a bluegrass next to the road turned up and down in circles with the wind, shaking its head, very cute. I can't always see the face of the wind, and I can't touch the figure of the wind. What I can clearly see and touch is the amorous rain, either as thin as silk, or as big as beans, dense and dense, and it is fleeting. The world is colorful, and the world is colorful.

Every moment, there are always many beautiful voices and moving figures around, which are just passed into my ears and caught my eyes, waiting to be found, but there is no way to find them. However, this moment contains infinite beauty.

In the summer pond, fish swimming in the water, red lotus on the water, dragonflies and insects chirping, frogs sitting on the rocks beside the pond, suddenly "thump" into the water, followed by the sound of "quack". This sound of nature can immediately drag people back for decades, evoke memories of that end, and find out the childhood scene and reminisce. A quiet little village surrounded by green trees, with smoke curling from the roof, children playing at the entrance of the village, cows, sheep, geese and ducks playing in the sunset, old people rocking chairs and fans, thinking, smiling unconsciously on their faces, and what floats in my heart is a sigh that I can't go back to.

The years of continuous advancement have masked the once familiar appearance and sweet voice into a hazy figure. At a certain period of time, there was a moment of longing and sighing, and the momentary joy, although it did not stop, could make the time and space turn around and make the mood happy for a long time.

The voice of "Tuk-Tuk" sounded from the back, clear and light, who was wearing high heels, tapping on the bricks, leisurely and calm, perhaps the tranquility of the surrounding flowers and trees gave the high heels a sense of tranquility and leisure The rhythm is light, "Du-du", and the poem is tactful and flat. The owner of the high-heeled shoes should be the willows swaying in the wind, and the lotus in the water. Don't you have a lively figure? Just as I was thinking, at the turn in front of me, a tall woman wearing a red streamer and a sleeveless dress passed in the distance. She clapped her hands as she walked. She had a beautiful back. The folds and the gait of walking indicate that he is an old man, over 70 years old, and his heart is full of envy and admiration. When I get old, maybe so?

A beautiful voice, a beautiful figure, one in the back, one in front, at this time, neither sooner nor too late, you don't turn around, I don't turn around, don't look at your appearance, and don't need to see clearly, Only feel this good scenery and good mood in the pleasant ear and the eye.

After a while, the front of her walked away, only to see a little red fluttering of the skirt; the back of her passed by, the dark blue suit, the red leather shoes, and the thin heels, it seemed that only the red could hold down the color of the clothes. The figures and voices are gone, and the warm and elegant red, the shiny and moist red, smears this moment brightly and brightly, with a vigorous posture.

The sky is high, the water is trickling, and people are among them. Ren Hongchen was in a hurry and walked slowly, and then he saw how many wonderful fragments, for a moment, were staying in the bottom of his eyes and falling on the eyebrows.