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[Introduction] the tranquil sky is like a box of watercolor paint scattered on the lake, reflecting all the beauty I can see. Sometimes I am very curious, what is beauty? I always feel that I am inspired by something, so I feel everything around me and look for the quiet color. Beautiful things are colorful, aren’t they?

The weather was good, so I had an idea in my heart. I went to the lake for a walk and chose a barely clean stone to sit down. The surroundings were covered with green, and I could enjoy the faint wild chrysanthemum and the abrupt dandelion at a glance. Looking at the surface of the lake, four or five swallows passed by. Their tails were like scissors cutting the cloth. Just gently on one side, the surface of the Lake rippled rhythmically. I was surprised to find that there were several fishes approaching the shore quietly. They seemed to hear my disappointingly voice. They leaned out carefully, but still touched the aquatic plants, they lurk really smelly, making people feel fresh. The tranquil sky is like a box of watercolor paint, spreading on the lake, reflecting all the beauty I can see. Sometimes I am very curious, what is beauty? I always feel that I am inspired by something, so I feel everything around me and look for the quiet color. Beautiful things are colorful, aren’t they? Memories are egrets that skimmed over the lake, and memories indeed arrived as scheduled. I miss the past, the innocent age in the past, the light wind in Willow Pond, the rape flowers in the fields during Qingming Festival, the spring feeling when winter snow melts and the oil-like poetry when spring rains. I once imagined that I could become a watercolor painter, or an unheard Explorer, to enjoy the great rivers and mountains of my motherland, to listen to the Zen language of wise men, to record every touching moment, to comprehend the truth, the true meaning of goodness and beauty. However, these are just detached things, so fantasies are always criticized by others. Nowadays, I have never imagined that I will be wasted one day, but I suddenly feel sad and feel my heart is much older. I sigh with emotion for creating and making others, but I know that pain is just a flaw in your past, which is inevitable. So now I am looking around, which is enough to enjoy the audio-visual entertainment and trust. I sniffed the faint fragrance of wild chrysanthemum sideways. The refreshing moment was always so wonderful. The Dandelion plants there were much more beautiful than I imagined. In such a rainy day, they are so touching and white. Swallows suddenly became more and more. They came and went, weaving their nets, and cutting their own sky with scissors-like tails.

[Responsible editor: Leaves]]

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