It is another warm morning.

When the first ray of sunshine sneaked into my small house, I habitually opened my eyes, got up from the single bed, ran to the window and leaned over to enjoy the most primitive picture in the morning.

I like looking at the sky. Usually I get up and walk to the window. The first thing I do is look at the sky. On a starry night, the next morning, as long as I look up at the window, I can always see my father Sun's slightly shy and red face. Sometimes, I can see the morning glow, the orange light scattered on the horizon at will, accompanied by the sleepy smiling face of the sun's father-in-law, and turned into a beautiful scenery in the sky.

I like looking up at the sky.

I also like to stand on the misty balcony on a sunny morning and let the breeze with water droplets blow through my hair tips, my eyes and my fingertips.

I often stand on the balcony, looking at the distant green hills after dawn, the tall buildings mixed in the mountains, the green trees scattered in the tall buildings, the grass growing under the green trees, the stone roads paved by the grass, the wild flowers scattered on the stone roads ... I look forward with my eyes, or look up, or overlook, the red sun in Ran Ran, the bright sunshine, the green hills with overlapping peaks, the tall and straight buildings, all green.

After enjoying the most beautiful scenery in nature, I also like to move a small bench and put it on the balcony, and then dig out some classical poems or modern novels from the bookshelf and read it quietly by myself.

I like those poems, those poems or songs that live in yellowed books. I like those novels, those thrilling storylines that make me have infinite reverie. I like books, like those carved or printed words in books, those gorgeous words, simple words, slang full of local colors ... they blend together, burn into passion, turn into joy, turn into acacia and produce sadness. Those clever words always make me deeply attached.

Therefore, I like to travel in books, feel in poems and songs, sublimate my heart in feelings, and appreciate the glitz and turmoil behind novels in emotions.

I like to appreciate, I like to observe all the beauty in this world with bright eyes: the charming face of nature, the yellowing precipitation on books. This is how I put all the beautiful things in it with clear eyes for many years. Therefore, I can always be happy, surprised and sighed. I have a warm heart, because in my eyes, those beautiful scenes are full of happy times.