The loneliness and fulfillment of doing housework at home in Beijing is mirrored by the loneliness and fulfillment of planting and cutting rice in the fields as an hour.
There is a camphor tree in the garden above the palm tree, which has grown into a huge tree the wind booms at night.
They are sliced into small pieces and placed on a rectangular bamboo plaque to dry in the sun.
In the dusk of the cold winter air, people shivered and collected the dried sweet potatoes.
The large camphor tree on the west side of the mountain temple shades the sky and soughs.
Peach blossom is a clear pink, originally looked very vapor, spring rain moistening flowers is even more beautiful.
The communication signal here is not good, more away from the network, the world is clear and open.
This is a mechanical and hard lonely work.
Camellia inserted into a porcelain vase is also very nice, with the southern life of the moist delicate.
The collapsed pavilion side and a camellia tree, from the clear green honey leaves show a dozen red flowers to, Hirsch in the snow bright as fire.
...and then take the ice Lynn threw into the bowl ...
This wall is small garden, this time of year long moss on the stone bloomed Arabian Brahmana, because in the shade, the color of the flower is more blue, very beautiful.
The spring breezes and soft.
The mountains are deep and pristine, with rolling hills and heavy rocks. The mountain is very deep and pristine, with mountains stretching across the landscape, and heavy rocky peaks. The land is secluded and quiet in spring, and only the sunlight shines quietly in the valley, half bright and half dark, often turning a corner to see the mountain streams and blue pools, or strange rocks and trees, and the deep and beautiful and mysterious, which makes people's mood clear.
.....花的花树...
Most of the white plums still have little green buds on their branches.
...The plum trees are thick and gnarled underneath, with sparse branches at the upper end...
The pines on the mountain fields are luxuriant and luxuriant...
Layers of milky-white mist floated between the layers of green mountains, wireless and remote.
On a rainy day, the stone steps down the mountain were extremely slippery, so we could only explore carefully step by step.
I feel that the red mountains, and the voice of the cuckoo bird is as calm and attached, is a symbol of the hometown.
The peach tree in the corner of the courtyard is green and new, dotted with sparse flowers that will fall.
This year's weather is slightly earlier than in previous years...
...and a moment later flew to the eaves of the house, took off with the fluttering sound of the wings, called people happy.
The music of birdsong does give a feeling of serenity and sweetness.
This corner of the courtyard is only a square inch, but it is so active and rich - the generous sunshine is vast and boundless, and the spring in the mountains is quiet and close.
...It is the time when a thousand flowers are piled up at the tips of the branches.
...very barren and quiet, simply not the flowers of the world, beautiful.
The peach blossom I never get tired of seeing, a thing of beauty is eternal happiness.
I like the peach tree softly stretching branches of flowers, bright and tender, like condensing the spring dew.
...The peach blossoms in the corner of the old house are also very nice...
...Inverted spring cold...
Cold rice and cold small dishes at lunch, but there is a big bowl of mustard now burned hot to eat, so it is particularly moving.
...a kind of Qingping Sheng Shi's noise and happiness...
Spring rain, the mountain rain fog, the air is moist and clear.
...all the way to the bottom of the yellow mud.
In front of the peaks, ridges and valleys are dense with white fog... The fog in the mountains is very clean, floating lightly on a quiet green above.
A barren paddy field on the side of the mountain was lush with green grass, but at the head of the field was a brilliant clump of red azaleas.
...A patch of yellow cauliflower pervades the green hills, and spring is in the air.
The spring bean beds in the vegetable garden are also particularly beautiful, fresh and vivid.
In spring, the paddy fields are full of purple daffodils, the green carpet is full of purple-red chic flowers, the spring sun shines warmly, the fields are full of fragrance, and at such a time, my companion and I always have to roll over in the purple daffodil field a few times.
The bilberry is a shrub...and a wonderful gift from the mountains, a gift to the children.
I really like the yellow warbler's cry, the nicking sound seems to have a yellow picking flowers like bright, overflowing with spring.
On a sunny day in spring, the birds are most likely to be heard, as well as the sound of the cuckoo, which sounds gentle and calm.
The sound of rain in the bamboo forest is even gentler, and the sound of the bamboo forest swaying in the wind sounds clear and valiant.
Is there any sunshine more beautiful than the sunlight shimmering on the bamboo leaves? ...My own mood has completely changed into the mood of the bamboo forest, and I haven't said a few decent words to anyone in a month. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one.
The dark green leaves look more silent, and it is a classical and oriental atmosphere of silence.
The flow of the mist in the bamboo forest is also very pleasant and refreshing.
Like the sound of chirping, there is a sense of twilight in the silence.