Look at the initial topic and write a composition.

1. Watch the initial heart 600-word composition Watch the initial heart

The world is changing, and time is passing. We have to go forward and start climbing the endless mountain until everyone forgets their original intention.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly. Everyone has their own dreams. However, what is a dream? What is a dream? Dreams are expectations, but dreams are powerful. This is a person's courage and persistence in taking misty dreams as ideals, and it is the highest level of a person's responsibility for himself. But we ask ourselves, how many of us can realize our original dreams?

Our dream may be a simple belief and a responsibility to our future and life; Perhaps it is the ambition of twenty years old; Perhaps it is the confusion and impulse of adolescence; Maybe it's just a dull desire, a desire for applause, and a desire for success. Countless possibilities, countless hopes, because our youth is full of miracles, and our dreams, big and small, are fragrant in every corner of life. My friends, looking back on your growth all the way, do you still remember the throbbing of every dream and what footprints you left in your life?

In life, if you want to climb higher mountains and go further, you must keep nature, retreat to your original heart and practice calmly. Naturally, you will be carefree, but don't forget your inner scenery at the same time.

Be careful of your heart, even if you fail. Li Qingzhao's sentence "I miss Xiang Yu so far and refuse to cross Jiangdong." Praise Xiang Yu, but I don't think so. Even if I lose my country, so what? Starting over is a big deal. Why deny everything for this failure, even to death? You know, didn't Xiang Yu knock down the country bit by bit? It's better for him to lead some heroes to recapture the lost mountains and rivers than to give up everything, right? Losing is not a terrible thing. He was able to commit suicide in Wujiang. In my opinion, he is afraid of failure, that is, he is ashamed to meet the people of that year and forget his original intention of doing things.

After Zhu Yuanzhang proclaimed himself emperor, he tried his best to benefit the people. Because he knows that a good life for the people is the most important thing for the country. Without the support of ordinary people, a country can't be called a country, and a country can't be prosperous, so now he knows what's most important. Zhu Yuanzhang's success shows that he has not forgotten his inner scenery. After he climbed higher mountains and went further, he was still able to keep nature, retreat to his heart and practice calmly.

Be careful of your heart, even if you are disabled. Shi Tiesheng's case has always inspired me to keep moving forward. Even if he is disabled, he can still remain natural, retreat to his original heart and practice calmly. Still optimistic, still immersed in his own world, because he has not forgotten his inner scenery, so although he is disabled, he finally won.

As long as we don't forget our inner scenery, our active mentality and our initial wishes, then our initial dreams will definitely come true. As long as you keep nature, retreat to your original heart, practice meditation and watch your initial heart.

2. Have any junior three students ever written the composition "Watching Heart"? No less than 600 words. Throughout history, Tao Yuanming didn't kneel for Wudoumi, Li Taibai didn't go with the flow for fame and fortune, and Wen Tianxiang didn't surrender because of coercion and inducements.

Indifference, self-persistence and perseverance are their initial intentions. I, of course, am not as great as them, and my heart is ordinary.

When I turned to look back, my heart was always there. Honesty is my initial intention.

Every exam will meet many "unconfident" students. I would rather spend a lot of time copying or "discussing countermeasures" with others than believing in myself and reviewing carefully. I looked at them, and I couldn't help feeling a little disdain and ridicule.

I know that this situation is simply unavoidable; I also know that the brilliance of some people is full of "countermeasures and calculations"; I also know that I just need to watch my heart. Not afraid of people's words is my initial intention.

In recent years, there have often been "so-and-so hanged himself because he was ridiculed by others" or "so-and-so was ridiculed and regretted plastic surgery" ... These are undeniable facts in life. I was laughed at and gossiped.

I don't know what psychological reasons those people have, but maybe they just want to see "jokes" I am interested in those who are still enjoying this malicious slander: 32313133532363134313032313635333e59b9e7a9438. In this era of developed internet, cases of "three people become tigers" are common, and the consequences are shocking, but it still seems that some stubborn people cannot be awakened.

I know this kind of thing is inevitable; I also know the horror of some "Keyboard Man"; I also know that I just need to watch my heart. It is my initial intention to go my own way.

In today's materialistic society, there are many ugliness hidden behind some seemingly beautiful things. "Other people's children" are excellent.

As long as there are individual differences between people, it is inevitable to be compared. I admire those who go their own way by strength, because they all succeeded in the end and got what they really wanted.

I also disdain to look at those who use grandiose expressions to "go their own way". Fake is fake after all. I know that as long as I keep my original heart, I can also take a real life path.

Honesty, fearlessness and going my own way are my initial intentions. Maybe no one believes it, so what? I'm honest, I'm not afraid of people's words, I go my own way, and I stick to my original heart! I hope that each of us can keep our original heart, and when we look back in the future, we will feel deeply.

3. Seek: The theme is "Look", and the students' composition "Keep on remembering their own initiative and keep on advancing" is happy and beautiful! Too beautiful things are too illusory, perhaps, happiness belongs to this illusory country! I yearned for happiness since I was young, because I got too little happiness.

A composition on the theme of vigil

Sometimes in retrospect, in the long river of life, there is no wave aroused by happiness.

Happiness, too beautiful, too unreal! It doesn't look like it was written by a teenage girl. Happiness belongs to happy people, and I, only in the flower field of life, look at the rose symbolizing happiness, so beautiful! Maybe life is so unreal that no one can really understand me, including myself. Sometimes my classmates always say that I am too optimistic, and I will be crazy with me. Hearing this, I stopped making a sound and just grinned, but I have asked myself, "Really? Am I like this? " Then I suddenly felt very funny. This may be what people call illusion! In fact, the real me is not so strong and optimistic, but after experiencing so many painful heart injuries, I have woven a cocoon for myself and hid my heart tightly inside. However, under the appearance of happiness, no one knows that the optimistic girl in their eyes is not without tears, but sighing alone in the dark without people.

Many people think I'm strong, but I'm not. My heart is as fragile as other girls, and I really want to find a shoulder to lean on. However, life does not allow me to be weak. The weaker I am, the more I must pretend to be strong. Whenever there are bugs in the dormitory, my roommates will scream in fear. I am the only one who looks at them calmly and is very scared.

In reality, I feel more and more terrible! I can't figure out what I am. I dare not think or face the bumpy road in the future, but this road will go on eventually, and it must go on, because I know that the way to terminate a road is to finish it. I think I was born a watchman, and I can only watch in the fields with flowers. But I can't wait forever, because I want to find my happiness when I am young. Maybe I owe myself for too long, and I always feel a little wronged, so I decided to pursue my youth and happiness. I used to be too pessimistic, a little inferior and lonely. My friends read my previous articles, and the comments were all "pathetic". Sometimes I feel really sad when I reread my article, and maybe I will shed a few sad tears. Nowadays, flowers are always beautiful. This beautiful flower cannot live up to it! Even if there are accumulated melancholy clouds in life, they can't stop the bright sunshine. Even if the storm has arrived, it is still dazzling after the storm.

Go, find a happy flower field! That is what belongs to youth. No matter how illusory happiness is, I believe: I, a happy girl, will find it.

I think this may be a turning point in my life. /kloc-for 0/8 years, my world has been bleak, but after today, my life will be full of colors, and my life will bloom in the flower field I have been waiting for, just like the sun that never fades, forever, forever fragrant with happiness!

4. Watch the composition about Do not forget your initiative mind.

When we came into this world, we were pure, pure, pure.

Dare to face yourself and show yourself like an unparalleled external force.

When we come into contact with this world, we have a pursuit and a goal.

And fear, our life has one more choice and compromise, and we have been making choices all our lives. do

After making every choice, we have to face a result, some of which may make us sleepy.

Confused, at a loss, but we all have to bear it. Young, we all have dreams. Who?

Everyone has his own opinion, a measure of right and wrong. We often hear or see other things.

Some people's words are often unsatisfactory when we face them, and they will give them to me.

Children are misleading.

In many cases, we finally receive the information conveyed to us by the outside world, and we need

To think about your own direction, uncertain beliefs in your heart. I wonder if many people have thought about it.

What kind of person are you? Can you recognize yourself and really face yourself?

When we encounter some helpless feelings, what we complain most is resentment;

It is an accusation against others, an insult to others to release themselves, and then an insult to themselves.

When our advice to others is unreasonable and can't be adopted, we usually

Ended in criticism.

Of course, I am no exception, when I encounter an overwhelming desire for control.

I will keep telling others in my way that you are wrong. What should you do?

How ... to weigh the pros and cons in my heart. I will use the standards I set to force and oppress.

Adoption, following and proving yourself right, can make you perfect and brave.

Dare to be confident, so that you can face life better, because we still have a long way to go.

Until one time, a friend said to me with envious eyes, "You are so happy, every day."

Everyone can go home, have the shelter and warmth of home every day, and take photos with their families every day.

A face without the pain of missing. "I can't help heart, years of wandering,

For her, returning to a stable home is happiness. I'm the other one

All the disappointments are stuck in her blind spot, which is attributed to what she calls nature and harmony.

However.

Life is really just a dream, but this dream is too real, just something in this dream.

They are all with us. Perhaps only by walking can we realize the beauty of this dream.

One disadvantage is that the dream is too short, and it has disappeared without a trace before it can be recalled.

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, Do not forget your initiative mind. Return to the essence.

5. Write on the topic of watch, and watch in 600 words.

At sunset, next to Bodhi, a chair, a person. Leaning against the tree, looking at the sky, looking at happiness and remembering beauty.

The afterglow of the sunset penetrated the dazzling green leaves and scattered on the ground. Sometimes when the wind blows, the leaves stretch out comfortably and the spots wander on the ground with the wind. At that time, I always liked to step on spots and watch the light reflected from the instep of my meat pier, which was particularly interesting. I'm playing with light and shadow. You lean on the chair under the bodhi tree and smile at me with a fan. How kind you are, Yongheng Zhang's smiling face, makes me always like to think of you as Maitreya on TV, and makes me always reluctant to leave your side.

Tired of playing, I'm like a broken puppet, panting on your knees, and a drop of sweat jumped off me and soaked your pants. You gently shook the sunflower fan, screamed in my ear, and then picked up the tea already prepared for me to drink. You seem to like playing, too. Look, I've had enough rest. It's fun to lean on that big cane chair, hold me in my lap and shake me gently! Then I turned back into a dragon and tiger, running around on you like a naughty monkey. You still make me laugh. Such a wonderful time makes people linger!

I have seen many different moons under trees with you. How many sad and beautiful love stories have you told me? I am like a puppy lying on your lap, drooping its head, listening to you quietly, and then I will ask you if they will be happy. At this time, you will look up at the stars and the moon shining in the dark, shining with their own beauty, and mutter, "Yes, they have been watching that happiness, and they will definitely get what they want."

At that time, I had vaguely felt something, but I still didn't understand where you were going in the world. Until that day, your serene face did not have the smiling face of Maitreya that I am familiar with, only a touch of satisfaction. The tall body is lying flat, and the paper you left is lying quietly. I only know that you have been watching, watching that happiness. That piece of paper reads:

Stay with her.

I didn't know until the end that you had been waiting for that moment. You look up at the stars every night to find her existence, and those beautiful stories are your memories.

Now, I also learn from you and look up at the sky. Are those two snuggling stars you and her? Happiness shines with golden light, which makes me envy you.

Now, I miss you, great-grandfather; I am recalling the happiness you gave me when I was a child.

In the moonlight, next to Bodhi, a chair, a person. Leaning against the tree, looking at the sky, looking at the happiness. Look at your beauty.

Look, my great grandfather.

6. Write a 600-word junior high school composition with the theme of protecting beauty.

Yes, she is not beautiful, and she is so ugly that even dogs bark when they see her.

Everyone in the village calls her "ugly aunt". After listening to this, she didn't cry or talk back, just silently bowed her head. Then, a man came to the stream at the head of the village and said to the clear stream, "Why am I so ugly?" The stream is silent, just flowing quietly.

The family was poor and both parents died. Due to the explosion in the boiler room. Only she and grandpa are left at home, and the dilapidated loess house is not sheltered from the wind and rain.

She always said to herself, "The family is beautiful and the people are beautiful. Home is not beautiful, and people are not beautiful. "

She looked at the stars as if they were her gods. She said that the stars are really beautiful because there is a full moon around her.

The night sky, so quiet; Late autumn, so bleak.

None of the children in the village want to play with her because she is ugly and poor. Her dirty little hands always drag her pointed chin, and then she goes home and asks her grandfather who is burning the kang, "Grandpa, do I look good?" Grandpa always lovingly stroked her messy little head and said, "My tit is not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted." Yes, my parents told her before she died that only those who always think of others will have eternal beauty. Therefore, in order to save others, parents left her and grandpa forever.

Thinking of this, she sobbed softly, for the beauty of passing away, for the exhortation and hope of her parents.

Yes, although she is not beautiful in appearance, her heart is flawless. Grandma Wang, who was helpless in the village, gave her a thumbs-up when she mentioned her. "This baby is good. Get up early to help me pick shit and pee, feed me pigs and chickens, and take care of me like grandma. "

Aunt Li at the east end of the village said to everyone, "That little girl is very sensible. She often helps me collect my clothes when I'm not at home. Like her parents, she is enthusiastic and likes to help others.

Beauty has become the patron saint of her young mind. She looks forward to beauty and is very happy.

That night, she dreamed of her parents, and from their comforting and loving eyes, she understood the true meaning of beauty.

Beauty comes from the mind in a smile, and the moment of consciousness comes from the mind. It depends on the beauty of the soul.

Looking back at the sixteen petals of peach blossoms in spring, the fragrant summer like a dream, the attractive autumn like autumn, and the snowy winter, I inadvertently found myself growing up. I always look at spring and expect it to pass gently, but I don't tell me anything so gently.

Sixteen years ago in the spring, it told me that I was born in a year that brought hope and happiness to my family. Three years ago in the spring, it told me what parting and cherishing were. I graduated from primary school that year; Last spring, it told me what is the spirit of cooperation and stage. That year, our class performed in Europe together. Henry's book The Last Rattan Leaf, which we creatively adapted into a musical. ...

I have heard such a touching story: an old man has stomach cancer, and the old woman is of course sad. But the two old people still supported each other and came to the end of their lives. The two old people helped each other and snuggled up to the lake to watch the sunrise, but the old people didn't pay attention to the mandarin ducks playing by the lake or the sea level where a new day was about to be born. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the green grass, and everything was full of the breath of spring. He put on new clothes and danced from time to time with the teasing of the spring breeze people. Grandpa smiled and said, "Will it be like this next spring?" Grandma replied, "Wait!" So, they watched next spring and the year after.

This story reminded me and touched my heart: What will spring tell me? wait for ...

"Nothing to do, flowers falling, deja vu Yan returns ..." The ancients also lamented the passage of life, but is anyone willing to give up spring?

Sanmao, I have loved and hated. I love her peace, her experience, her truth and her romance. I hate her, hate her that year, and let her death take away all the vibrant corners in spring, scattering sadness in the air, mixed with the surging spring rain ... didn't she teach people to "enjoy their own lives"?

Leslie Cheung also chose last spring, the best season, and embarked on the road of "liberation", never to return ... leaving "it rains in the Qingming Festival and pedestrians on the road wither" to the lovely spring. But his songs will always be in this rich land of Hong Kong and will always be sprinkled in the confused hearts of Hong Kong people. ...

In spring, I watched you for a long time. What did you tell me? "Hoo ..." A spring breeze blew, and I heard it! Spring always gives people an endless topic of life. Isn't the life of the old man, San Mao and Leslie Cheung still going on? I grew up again. Watch spring every year and listen to it tell me the truth of life. Who is knocking at the window? Spring! It came to tell me again. ...

Postscript: Some people say that leaving is not boring, but nostalgia. What is this? I'm watching which spring always tells me the answer!

7. About the topic of watch 600 words Watching the horizon and the distant edge of reincarnation is my watch point-the inscription of the moon is the hometown of the ancients, the yearning of bosom friends, the distant and untouchable sacred aura, which turns into the soul written by the poet and the singing in his mouth. Dongpo said: I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Armstrong took away the sun and the moon in people's hearts. Footprints on the sand dune dust made Li Taibai and the moon drink alone a thing of the past. Perhaps human beings have got rid of their previous ignorance and the distance is no longer as far as it used to be. However, the burning jade plate hanging in the sky has faded, which is the distance of the ancients and gives birth to the once curved moon.

I hate dreams that are close at hand, so I don't want them. When I am sweating in the heat, the ivory tower in my dream is my only fulcrum. I imagine its grandeur is like heaven. Although everyone will have a realistic side, I firmly believe that distance produces beauty. I can't reach the sacredness of outlining my ideal. Open my fingers and the dazzling light reflects the appearance of heaven. I watch it alone. Ideals are as crystal clear as gems. From a distance, it is my paradise. I like twisted beauty, just like the ancient moon.

I accidentally remembered Haizi, the legendary poet who was always cynical. When his "facing the sea, spring blossoms" became a common illusion of Greek mythology, Haizi was speechless. In his eyes, the whole world is a beautiful flower blooming in the Garden of Eden at close range, and only when you look far can you know the disappointment of the world. The sea can't keep him, and neither can spring. The wings of poetry are broken, leaving only the iron wheels of Shanhaiguan rumbling past. Haizi's soul leads to heaven along the distant railway tracks. Someone asked what hurt him and the poets of this era. People may not know it, because they have never seen its beauty from a distance in this world. The distance between literati and secularism is always too great, and the contrast is too great.

In the flames of Haizi's burning poems, a world facing the sea and in full bloom in spring. This distance is tragic, and it is the tears of the goddess of literature. The distant and close world has enabled Haizi to complete the essential transformation between heaven and region. May Haizi, who still adheres to the secular view, be happy forever.

This is the beauty of distance. Being in a chaotic world forever makes human beings numb, even forgetting the unreachable and suffocating aesthetic feeling. When human beings are trying to build the so-called life, have they forgotten the distant watch, the sky as a child, the tears of the moon in ancient poems and the winged angels in Greek mythology? The development of science affects the last keen nerve of mankind, and all poems have disappeared, leaving only the prosperity of the secular world.

Look at the moon on the horizon, the romantic "bright moon in Qin dynasty, amorous feelings in Han dynasty", the "wild civilization" era, which belongs to the truth of humanistic spirit, and the breathtaking beauty brought to us from afar. Poetry, prose and Chu Ci will nourish the numbness of this era, the beauty in the distance will rekindle the myth of hope, and the spiritual boat will set sail again.

Looking at the distance, looking at the horizon belongs only to our eternity.

8. Composition on the watch (1)

Watch the angel of love

As the sun sets, I stare at the sunset glow on the horizon, seeing not only the dying sunset glow, but also the new hope nurtured by a new round of red sun and sunset glow.

Mother said that she is my watchtree, willing to stretch out her strong roots for me to cling to.

My mother said that she was my watchstar, and she would point out the future with her firm and weak light.

The white hair has disappeared, climbed up her sideburns, and wrinkles unconsciously slept in her loving eyes. Staring at the mother who raised me, I am not only looking at a selfless and fiery heart, but also at the inseparable mother-daughter relationship between us.

It's like two angels watching each other, regardless of age or appearance. A look, a smile and a "good morning" are enough to express infinite affection.

The teacher said she was our night watchman. Although it is only a short process of stopping, meeting and hovering, she is willing to give us the most beautiful rhyme.

The teacher said she was our observation station. Although she will leave one day, I hope to give us the best things so that we can fly between the blue sky and white clouds with our wings.

I still remember meeting the head teacher for the first time three years ago. She looks so cute, like a petite child with dark hair. Is it because we are not sensible that your light steps are heavy? Is it because we don't work hard that your young heart is depressed?

I know that at this moment, you will say no with tears. I know your heart is watching us, blessing us and praying for us at this moment.

Like many watchangels who have been interdependent for three years, there is no distinction between you and me, and there is no distinction between high and low. I hope to open the door of happiness at this last moment, ring the bell of expectation and sprinkle the laughter of vigilance.

My dear mother has been watching me all her life, the sun in her heart My dear teacher looked at me, the seedling in her heart, for three years. Their gaze is a deep love and an eternal feeling.

The sunrise of the sun is another reincarnation, and there is another hope, staring at the bright round sun in the east and watching the love that will always be remembered.

(2)

Watch the spring of the soul

Watch, is that a long wait? Hold the bridge and wait for death.

A watch is a goddess who has stood for thousands of years and turned into stone.

Watched by Li Qingzhao, a delicate and strong and graceful poet.

I saw the lonely Chang 'e, the heroic Cao Ling and the weather-beaten Xu Xiake. Watching is the most persistent and priceless promise. Commitment may not only exist in men and women who are in love, but more often, it is the noblest pursuit of human feelings. When that kind of emotion comes, the viewer will feel great joy and happiness from the soul.

It may not be so shocking, but it is everywhere in the cracks of our lives. Happiness is a pearl, and watching is a long line. The happiness of life is strung into a pearl necklace and hung on the long neck of fate. When we are free, we can go back and enjoy it, taste a trace of spring-like warmth and fragrance in it, and then penetrate into our hearts, so our hearts are as warm as spring.

Every child is a parent watching the condensed happiness. Parents' watch will never stop, so there are unknown hardships and happiness waiting for them along the way. When suffering comes, they will think about the next one; Is happiness, such an open-minded generation, there will be no haze in their hearts. And this punctual attitude is not limited to parents. In ancient times, Tao Yuanming lived in seclusion in the mountains during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. No matter how deep it is hidden, there is no way to avoid the war at that time. However, Tao Yuanming did it with a philosophical attitude. He has been looking at a comfortable place all his life. Although there is no such place, in his heart, there is spring-like comfort everywhere. Another rich man in the west, who started from scratch and was rich, resigned and changed hands in his heyday and returned to his hometown to enjoy family happiness with his wife and daughter. Presumably, when he returned to his hometown and saw the simple but beautiful countryside, there should be a kind of sweetness that began to sprout in spring.

Watching is a long March with a happy heart, a long March with a beautiful heart and a long March to sacrifice one's life for love. When the watch finally arrives, the soul will feel happy no matter whether it is a summer afternoon or a winter morning. It's like walking through a thorny road, a hidden valley and a precipice, and suddenly discovering that "the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan", there is a peach blossom garden in front of you. In my heart, it should be a sweet, fragrant, warm and blooming spring.

Watch, don't give up, because it's over; This is a beautiful spring.

9. Write an article on the topic of watching and watch calmly.

I don't know when China people bid farewell to elegance, exquisiteness and reserve, and then bid farewell to calmness. ...

As a result, there will be no "two orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets flying into the sky", no freshness of "Jasper adorning a tree with a thousand strands of green silk tapestries hanging down", no atmosphere of "Yugong moving mountains", no persistence of "Jingwei filling the sea" ... no leisure culture; Without Xu Xiake, a great traveler who only walks one way in his life, without Sima Qian, a historian who only writes one book in his life, without Li Shizhen, a right-hander who only grows and collects herbs all his life ... there will be no more leisurely masters.

Nowadays, it's hard to see peace. Hard work everywhere, hard work everywhere, busy everywhere. I said with emotion, "What are you doing when you are busy?" Turn around and get busy again. Li Bai's elegance, Du Fu's depression, Lu You's worries, Yue Fei's affection, Dongpo's heroism and Yi 'an's sorrow all seem to have been forgotten by history. Now, people want too much. They want everything, education, diploma, official position, professional title, fame and fortune, and they don't want to lose anything. Ten fingers press twenty fleas, a pair of eyes stare at the pebbles all over the beach, all kinds of desires, boxes full of cabinets, hugs full of flowers, scrambling to attack my heart. And the effort for desire is too little, and it is equally distributed to every desire. How can we get rich? Don't say it's fruitful, maybe you can't even pick happy flowers, because the premise of enjoying happiness is to look at it calmly.

The precipitous Huashan Mountain and the beautiful Lushan Mountain need a leisurely stroll. The stone carvings of Mount Tai and the strange pines of Mount Huangshan all need to be appreciated calmly. The warmth in The Moon Collection and the intimacy in The Book of Two Places need to be tasted calmly. ...

But what is the truth?

Far away, Li Bai, who invited the moon with wine, and Mei's wife Lin Bu;

Far away, with majestic seals and generous calligraphy;

Gone, simple and affectionate envelope, beautiful and elegant writing paper.

The rest seems to be only cold red-headed documents, only scratching typing, only thousands of urbanites crowded on a road to honk their horns, leaving only hard work, busyness and fatigue ... there is less space for storing themselves and less time for watching calmly.

Going to the Mongolian prairie in hot July is like clover in the wind, bleating sheep and idle clouds in the blue sky. Let the refreshing wind blow away the muddy dust in the city and say something or nothing to the boundless wilderness. Lie on the grass, close your eyes and let your spirit fly far away ... so, the environment is born of your heart.

Pour a cup of tea and we will watch it calmly.