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2018年09月19日
Through the mist of dust

At the beginning of September the noonday temperature was a little high, and by five o 'clock the coolness was slow. There were more people on the road, and the harvesters were busy. Passing by the edge of the city, the sky is vast and high. Sky blue can not ignore, white clouds, that clear blue, pure white, let me think of wearing a white shirt and flat shoes backpacks girl, walking on the zebra, is so beautiful, can not ignore.


Autumn sky, beautiful. It seems that the sky has not been so blue for many years, I do not remember how many years have not seen such a blue sky, the original sky is always mixed with some dust, people can not see through the sight of the sky is gray. In these two years, often can see such clear blue sky white clouds, the mood jumps with blue, the heart is enlightened.


White clouds hung over the blue sky in piles, some like quiet flowers, some like naughty children, some dressed themselves as the depth of the mountains, and some painted a picture of animals. White clouds, have their own personality, they speak in the blue sky, the world open to smile. Like the blue sky, good-looking but not depressed, relaxed let a person be comfortable. Walking under the blue sky, I felt a lot taller. City buildings, in the blue sky and white clouds on the curtain of a picture, from a distance, feel walking in a blue street, beautiful and elegant.


There had always been two chimneys on the side of the road, and they often came with a puff of white smoke. For many days, the chimneys had stopped smoking and stood there quietly. I often look at them in a daze, not smoking, more demure. Perhaps soon, it will disappear in the history of the river, it is understood that the dust of fog, to reach the height of the blue sky white clouds. I remember the sentence I read when I was a child, "a golden sun is embedded in the blue sky, and a white cloud is like a sail on the blue sea." Yes, the world is a better place under the blue sky and white clouds.


The trees on either side of the road, in the early autumn sun, are covered with light. A bird's nest was built on an inclined tree. The birds' nests were made of branches, looking warm and poetic. Under the blue sky and white clouds, I became a bird, to the direction of the dream to fly. As long as sky blue clouds white trees green, people are happy. The height of the blue sky, the ethereality of white clouds, the greenness of trees and the deep feeling of birds, nature is so kind to human beings, we only try our best to protect the innocence of nature, let the blue sky intoxicate, let the white clouds float more at will.


Sometimes, on the road of life, there will be days when haze covers the sunshine. We can only face the life we want to have with our firmest faith, clear away some negative emotions and march towards the direction of light. Not far away, through the dust fog, can see the blue sky white clouds of the high.


In the future, the sky will be more blue, clouds will be particularly white, the air conveys the breath of plants, life will continue in such an environment. The autumn is gathering, the sky is high and the clouds are thin. Qinrenxinpi blue, has been in the heart.


People to the blue sky white clouds, affectionate smile, is willing to be gentle with the world, we would like to be happy in nature.
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