Essay:? When there is joy in the heart, the years are like brocade.

-A faint winter, walking in the sun and basking in the sun, the mood is as clear as the sky.

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Essay:? When there is joy in the heart, the years are like brocade.

-A faint winter, walking in the sun and basking in the sun, the mood is as clear as the sky.

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/|||| 0/||| 0/month, autumn has come and winter has come. In the afternoon, the sun was shining. I wrapped my shawl and sat in the sun. On the wall next door, Parthenocissus tricuspidata has withered, and brocade is only red. After the wind passed, a few leaves fell, which was quiet and peaceful.

At the foot, two pots of sorrel are also blooming, with deep purple leaves and pink flowers in early winter, which should be a beautiful start.

This time should be the quietest time of the year. The sunshine is thin, but still warm, as serene as two peony flowers that wither in late autumn but refuse to fall-this time, I usually call it a good time.

Look at the golden ginkgo tree. Where is this bleak look? This is clearly the most mature prosperity of life.

Look again, the high sky is as clear as the sea, and the elegant clouds are like waves. ...

I'm thinking, maybe the fall of autumn is an illusion, it's just saving and concentrating, waiting for it to double its luxury and luxury again.

The book says that if there is joy in the heart, the years will be like brocade.

Autumn gradually fell into prosperity, and winter quietly settled in time. Well, I hope you and I are both happy in this winter and a glorious year.