The scent of the pagoda season

To and from work after road, it is a quiet street. At the edge of the city, and no city, the noise of the little some flowing crowded, asphalt is not capacious, but keep the flat and complete. By the roadside growers, 10 years the pagoda pagoda tree has an expert. The four seasons leaves open the pagoda cycle, leaves fall purifies air, green dress up the environment, to the monotony of streets, with beautiful beautiful colour, added some interest.
Every day, from here to meet the rising sun, after sunset, bathed in the coming trip feeling the breath of life. In the world of mortals about, some burnout in the mood, only from the road, see the road through pagoda tree, it will be a moment of joy. Spring warms the earth, and all things vitality, whereas depending on a little green spring breeze, after a long winter tree branches, and custom soares bald all wood bleak view, the artistic bunches of pale green, is especially valuable, abounded visual experience, lighting people heart to the beautiful spring daydream. In a few days time, green has set up a file in the branches spread between, vigorous into its sight. Exquisite exquisite series, set up the pagoda trees, pieces of artistic bunches were white and the color of quietly elegant, as the classic esqecially artistic conception. A breeze breeze, sway the leaves of a tree, the pagoda with the fragrance of the pagoda and the faint scent, a kind of refreshing. The pagoda with the wind fallen, like the snowflake valve valve twists strip glittering and translucent white, be born of silent paved neatness. Pick up a rocket up little petals, carefully identify the thread of the stamen, each a kind of open, starting a song to life in love hymn. No colorful pagoda of the appearance charm, simple but elegant insipid in deducing the feelings of pure guileless. Appreciate that the pure white pagoda, in the heart of how much the grim quell blundering, exerts a people's mentality, in a more calm calm attitude towards life.
For the northern mountains on the pagoda is very unusual tree rooted in the wilderness, times, and in the village behind the pagoda with the fate, I the process of growing up. When I was a child my lane that has is the pagoda tree, the pagoda in memory stems tall and straight, bark, SiWuYue cracked how wrinkled between booming branches of SuiSuiDe carefully with green leaves, is the same as snow pagoda. Branches and leaves blotted sunshine into the ground, a green shade, breeze brings inches across branches, attractive blossom is dense in the air. That is the paradise of childhood partners, climbed up the pagoda branch fold fork, enjoying the pagoda picking the pleasure of childhood, often draws adult's reprimand angrily to home. When I was little, social material is still lacking, and living conditions is very basic. In the scent of the pagoda, often picking, mixing the pagoda surface and cornmeal wheat steam together as part of a food group, greedy repeatedly to chew the flavor. For the s, this belong to improve a good meals, now recalled, vaguely can experience that a stay sweet like sweet. Now living conditions are good, do not need to be in the pagoda with the porridge, enhance the consciousness of environmental protection, the more favor enjoy blue sky and white clouds, the YuQingFeng cruise of the leaves of the environment. Childhood to the feelings of the pagoda that, deeply rooted in my memory, and occasionally thought of, in the heart of a kind of tender feeling.
I like walking in the path of the green line the pagoda, stepping on a land through the branches of the leak down sunshine, pick up little drops of the events of the past. The starting point point In fine threads continuously scent of heart, the person is in the world of mortals haunted about, in total to encounter various experiences, maybe we mind has already numb, won't for life in the past and easily moved. We need the baptism of the dust cleaning, our new, in the search for life, this kind of some pure first sophisticated slow, dark colour in the life.
Meditation feel cool breeze, listen to the birds, a tree leaves dance with nature, must be practiced in the heart of all like the word of life, the more cherish chance, be good to the world and everyone around everything. I brushed the pagoda, in the endless daydream, with the flowers, the wind elegant, tired out heart around in the pagoda stretch and gay under. The pagoda in the scent of the season, we have a simple and unadorned life, although after years of vicissitudes, but always has a fusion of affection about feelings such as shadow photograph. The moment of back, has been full of incense pagoda human...