Ordinary fun

■ Huang Weisheng

In this high -rise city in Chengdu, the small garden of my platform is spring.

There is a fragrance with flowers, and Jasmine let me stop. The flowers were bloomed in the blue velvet, and it was light blue in a few days, and it was very bright in a few days. The branches are full of flowers, and they are refreshing. Several rosewood flowers are bright red, and their colors are rosy like agate, and they are bright like clouds. The little granddaughter came to the garden and stepped on the small stool to cut the rose flowers. However, while wiping tears, he slowly cut the flowers with a small scissors, sniffing, shining himself in front of the wall mirror, pouting his lips and smiling, holding the flowers in his hands, and running away.

The flowers in the court show their fragrance, showing their glory. The small garden is the joy of my life: the morning step in the garden, the heart is refreshing; Do not use the garden to be envious of the council, and do not have no iron bones with poverty. People understand their own self -respect, saying that they are gently understanding, and the meaning of ordinary things to attach ordinary things, and share the beauty of nature with a peaceful heart. At this time, you don't need to take a selfie with the flowers, flowers and you; don't set the tree with the tree and the tree to communicate with you. Watching the fish swimming in the water, comforting you with your heart; reaching out to tease the little turtle to float up and down, and enjoy with you ...

The best ordinary is called love!

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