When I can feel the warmth of the afternoon sun again …
Everything will become unimportant.
Because everything here is so slow, and it makes people feel so quiet.
What a beautiful day …
Tilt your head slightly so that the sun can bathe you, gently sip your mouth, and then take a deep breath to expel all your heart from your body. Only in this way can you really enjoy this short time.
Enjoy the breeze blowing slightly, enjoying the breeze blowing on your cheeks.
With the faint fragrance of flowers and elegant charm, it is so quiet, so slow, but slowly moving forward, until the wind blows in one ear and the hair is messed up, and this hanging hair swings slightly in the breeze like a wind chime.
It can be said that at this moment, my heart is the quietest.
Ah …
This wind, this cloud, this light songbird call this intoxicating fragrance, which makes people feel so comfortable!
Listen ..
Close your eyes and listen quietly …
Listen to the wind.
Listen to water …
Ting Yun …
Listen to people …
Listen ..
Quietly and slowly let yourself listen carefully …
To be honest, I really hope that I can stay more time at this moment, because I can’t bear this short and beautiful moment, and I can’t bear this moment of peace.
I can’t bear to …
can not bear to
Occasionally, a beautiful melody or two will pop up in my mind because of all the beauty in front of me. I don’t know where this melody comes from, and I don’t know who wrote it. The only thing I know is that I have eyes and prospects, and the songs in my mind blend with each other to form a whole.
Listen ..
Close your eyes and listen curiously and quietly …
Listen to the sound of the brook beating against the path …
Listen to the slow flapping sound of wild geese flying in the sky …
Listen ..
Listen quietly …
In the setting sun, the clouds are bathed in a layer of golden brilliance. From a distance, they look like golden agates of different sizes. It’s really beautiful.
Occasionally, a group of lost geese will rush into the clouds with their people and drag a long tail out of the golden cloud.
What an afternoon chat …