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Chapter 96 I Like It

[China] Zhang Xiaofeng

I love being alive and deeply love being able to fill my heart with so much love!

I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning fog.I like the tranquility and distance, I like the light and heat without noise.

I like to walk through the narrow mountain paths in the spring breeze. The strawberries are like delicate red lanterns, stretching and knotting all the way.I like to look up at the small pointed buds on the treetops, the tender yellow-green with a naive pink.

I like the eternal day in summer, and I like to sit alone on the balcony next to the mountain in the windy evening.In the small valley, the waves of rice surged, and the beautiful fragrance of rice roiled.Slowly, the gorgeous clouds were wiped away, and the soft evening stars came into place one by one.

I like to see the awns all over the mountains in the autumn wind. On the slopes and by the water, they are so desolately white, beautiful and lonely.

I also like dreams, and I like the strange enjoyment in dreams.I always dreamed that I could fly and jump over hills and rivers.I dreamed of brown horses with shiny curls blowing in the wind.I dreamed of a sea of ​​lotus flowers, completely limitless, showing off their faint fragrance far away.The hardest thing to forget is the dream of watching the sunrise in front of a purple mountain—it must not be purple, but the green lanthanum reflects the rising red sun, so I imagined such a strange mountain scene in my dream.In real life, I also like mountains.

I like to look at the flat and shiny seedling fields.The tiny seedlings are densely packed together, like a velvet blanket, which always inspires my desire to lie down on it.

I also like flowers, no matter what kind.I like thin autumn chrysanthemums, rich roses, lonely lilies, and leisurely jasmine.I also like the unknown small wildflowers that bloom in the deep mountains.I strongly believe that God, when he made all flowers, gave them the same honor.

I like another kind of flower, which blooms on people's smiling cheeks.When I was walking in the alley on a cold morning, the pale lady at the door smiled and said: "Morning!" I suddenly felt that the world was so kind, and my fingers shrunk into leather gloves no longer felt stiff.When I arrived at the station and started to wait for the bus, I liked to see students with short hair and ears.I like their beautiful broad and clear foreheads, and lively and clear eyes.

I like to read letters.I like letters from younger brothers and sisters. Those naive and simple sentences always make me see the small town in the south that is full of phoenix flowers again through tears.And I cannot forget that summer he sent me a fern leaf from the highest mountain.In such a hot climate, I suddenly felt a sweet and refreshing coolness.

I especially love letters from readers.Every time I read these letters, I always feel a special excitement.In this world, maybe someone has seen something through me.

I also like to read books, especially at night.Among the books, I can't help but love those yellowed thread-bound books. Holding it, I feel that I am holding a beautiful tradition, and the dark paper contains a kind of classical beauty.

The rise and fall of history and the iteration of characters are so illusory, only the wisdom in the book will last forever.

I like friends, I like to visit them when I am not expecting them, and I especially like to knock on wet doors in the rain.When she ran and jumped to meet me, the sun behind the rain clouds suddenly seemed to be blazing.

I also like to sit by the window and wait for him to come home.Although there are so many pedestrians passing by my house, I can always distinguish his footsteps.If there is a footstep, running as soon as you enter the alley, and it sounds like a heavy, rapid stride, then he must be back!I love the sound of him putting the key in the lock, and I love hearing him gasp and call my name as soon as he walks in.

I like a loose and leisurely life, I don't like to allocate time precisely, and I don't like to arrange programs nervously.I like a lot of impractical things, I like old things, I like looking through old photos.I love beautiful trinkets like earrings, necklaces and brooches.I like ample time for contemplation.I love sitting in the living room after dinner.

I like to listen to some concertos, while holding a small porcelain teapot to warm my hands.At this time, I can vaguely imagine some leisurely life in the pastoral life.

I also love riding the bike side by side with him and going to church together on Sundays on the trail at dawn.The golden waves of the rising sun splashed to both sides, and I felt that it was not a bicycle, but an airship gliding through the wind and waves.

I love being alive and deeply love being able to fill my heart with so much love!

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Beauty is everywhere, and beauty exists in every detail of life, but if there is no desire of "I like", how can we discover these most ordinary but most precious beauties?Like the four seasons of the year, each has its own style, each has its own charm, whether it is quiet and distant, or passionate, they are not the same beauty; like beautiful dreams, delicate flowers, people's smiles; like letters from relatives and friends , the yellowed thread-bound book...

Those who lament the dullness of life and the monotony of life have never paid attention to these seemingly trivial details, because they can't say "I like" to themselves, they turn a blind eye to beautiful things, and waste a lot of good time in vain.Pay tribute to life, having life is the greatest happiness.One day, when you can say to yourself "I like to live", your heart will be so light and happy.

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