Enjoy quiet time

Each time has its own unique password, such as the feathers flying in the air, quietly frozen in a lazy afternoon, the remaining time to taste this screen, as if a cup of tea, the fresh and green colors are scattered like this-it's time to be quiet.
I enjoy the peace of mind in the early spring. In the cold wave that has not yet been completely three zones, it has long been a cool breath. When the sun is shining, hold a book and sit at the table and read it quietly. Without the storm, I just read the text in front of me with peace of mind. I read the sinking and buzzing bells of kasimordo; I read the song "there is a sunset in the sea"; I read the phrase "I am willing to be my cocoon "; I read "give every river in every hill a warm name "...... I was touched by these words and breathed deeply into them, so the ripple of time flow opened. During the Spring Festival, reading brings me peace of mind.
I enjoy the quietness of summer. Summer is always buried in the heat, but after a hearty heavy rain, you can smell all kinds of flowers and plants, and the special smell of trees in the hot sun, I think of the name of a song, called "Summer days in bloom", which is really a beautiful name. I still can't forget the summer evening of my childhood. I sat on the mat in front of my grandmother's house and waited quietly for the Fireworms to fly to the grass ...... Occasionally, when there are stars in the night, they will give each star a name on their own. Those peaceful breath and hidden or present light will always be in my mind.
I enjoy the peace of mind in the autumn. I love Sycamore in the autumn afternoon. In the light of the sun, it seems like an agreement. The tall and quiet trees have stopped and stopped in the afternoon. From the trunk to the branches extending in twists and turns, to the end of the yellow Sycamore leaves, you are enjoying the peace of mind at this moment. The silent noise is like gently telling a long and distant story, and gently falling down. If there is wind, they are still not noisy, but the branches are broken away from the branches, and there are no words. Enron and beauty are fully accepted at this moment.
I enjoy the peace of winter. Snow is always its dominant color, and there is nothing wrong with it. After a field of snow, we can see that it is all white. I like sitting in the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking up at the sky, and feeling cold. In fact, the winter sky is not the most beautiful, but it is the most quiet and vast. It is quiet and silent, like the blue eyes of migratory birds. Winter peace is like a song, with no notes or climax, but it is still quite clear.
Walking through the four seasons and passing through the most beautiful scenery, I still love that quiet time.

Enjoy quiet time