Whoever said that he entered the primitive nature had to endure unfamiliar uneasiness. The window of the hotel was a quiet mountain, and the sky was like the deepest dream of the blue line. Open the window every morning, the breeze sends the birds and flowers in the forest, and the green eyes are full of the look of the day. When the moon star is thin, the window is light, the night sinks like water, the sound of the waves is still the same, the breeze wears the forest to fight the leaves and sleeps with me, and the dreams are towering. Lazy to lean on the balcony of the balcony, watching the flowers bloom before the court, looking at the sky and clouds, the sun through the leaves of the gap cast light and mottled, over the years of ink blue and white, borrow a stream The clouds are reflected in the half-opening and squatting, and the sunset rises and the time passes, so I fall asleep. The back hill of Zhuhu Mountain Residence has a private viewing platform where you can watch the sea and swing. Sitting on the swing overlooking the vast Pacific Ocean, I suddenly remembered the old days of my childhood. I still remember the old tree in the yard. I used to swing gently on the swing. I just swayed through the wind, and I swayed the threshold of my childhood. How many dreams became the smoke of yesterday, how many childhood friends have no news. . Time shredded every leaf on the old tree, the bleak autumn wind accompanied by the geese, the small courtyard in childhood was empty, and the hand that pushed you behind the back, the wind went to the south, you are in the sky South, the clouds go to Tianbei, I am in the north of the sky, from then on, the other side of the day, nostalgia, can not go back to the old time.