Dawn is like a round wheel, which turns around for years, but the breath of dawn will not overlap. Can read the smell of dawn, but also can read a period of life. After a long journey, it was dawn, and the boat I wanted to take was already late, which delayed my original trip and I could only wander anxiously on that lonely pier. No matter what you expect or regret, it is the smell of dawn, so you should savor it slowly, and you can't avoid it or perfunctory it.

At the quiet dawn, you can also enjoy the charming scenery and visit Iraqis from afar, but the scenery there has changed and the Iraqis have left. The expectations are clear and there is nothing to see.

On this night, leisurely falling to the ground, suddenly, let you add a ray of disappointment.

Because of certainty, people are often surprised. When people open their windows with full expectation and confidence and enjoy the beautiful days and autumn colors, what you see is a leaf that was originally angry and full of hope after an autumn rain.

In order to open up new territory, set sail and save enough energy.

At dawn, when you are in an open place, you can expect a red sun to erupt and witness it slowly leave the horizon and move towards the center of the sky. Absorb its essence and energy.

Looking forward to poetry and painting, leaving the troubled days. Dream of beautiful fireworks, long autumn waters, geese flying from south to north.

At dawn, you can calm down and taste the roughness of the north, or the ink paintings and anecdotes in the south of the Yangtze River, adding a touch of life to the increasingly bleak autumn. You can also take advantage of the tranquility of dawn.

At dawn, people sow seeds through wet dew with expectation. Because seeds are planted in the soil, there is expectation and hope in old age.

In one day, I like modesty at noon and romance at dusk, but I prefer dawn. Because all hope comes from the dawn.

Quiet midnight is the easiest time to daydream. How does she know that I like this series of books very much? She may be as emotional and elegant as Jiang Yang. Reading is very intensive, and the bell rings at two in the morning. Lie down and sleep, another dawn is coming.

I entered the depths of the text. This series of books has been loved for a long time. But just a few days ago, a friend sent a set from the far south of the Yangtze River, and he finally got what he wanted and couldn't put it down. Put it next to the pillow and computer for easy reading.

Inadvertently, after reading a few pages, the avatar in the blog has become dim, and people who have worked all day are asleep. I picked up the collection of Jiang Yang's essays in my hand, read it briefly, and read and read.

The autumn wind passed through the hall, and it was already a little cold. I closed the window. Perhaps the poem is too exaggerated, and the drowsiness has long since disappeared. That was two days before Xuan Yue 13th.

After polishing the 70-line poem, the midnight bell has struck.