in2ebook Chapter 181 Filming Mission
Chapter 181 Filming Mission
I will change it tomorrow, please watch it later~
After a while, Aunt Hua came back with a message, and left this matter to him.
Mo Weiqian naturally responded respectfully.
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I am a young silkworm, slowly crawling on the mulberry leaves, chewing my food, drinking the dew given by God, and living a leisurely life. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and the charming scenery makes people intoxicated...
One day, I was basking peacefully in the sun, when suddenly a moth flew past me, looked at me deeply, and left in a hurry, leaving me to ponder over his eyes. What emotions did that look contain? Encouragement, contempt, disdain, disregard... I don't understand, but I began to yearn for the blue sky, and yearn for one day I could dance and sing in the blue sky! I began to eat mulberry leaves desperately, drink rain water desperately, and I desperately wanted to grow up and fly in the blue sky. Days passed quietly, and I struggled for my ideal. Gradually, I have grown up. That morning, I woke up from the pleasant singing of birds and found that I began to spin silk. I was so excited that I cheered, cheered for my growth, and cheered for myself to get closer to my ideal! Since then, I have been spinning silk desperately, because I have heard from the elders that only when you spit out all the silk in your body can you grow. I don't know if this is true, but it is better to believe it than not to believe it! For my ideal, any legend, any hope, any setback, I am willing to try! Day after day, I longed to spit out all the silk in my body. Finally, I waited for that day. I successfully spit out the last strand of silk and got into the "tomb" I built for myself. I lost everything in an instant, as if I fell from an intoxicating paradise into a terrifying hell. Everything around me was destroyed. It was dark inside, and I could only hear the birds still singing. Maybe this is "making a cocoon for oneself". I struggled to get out, struggled desperately, but it was just useless work and wasted time in vain, but I didn't give up until I closed my eyes... I don't know how long it took, I woke up again, thought of my dream, and started struggling again. After experiencing endless pain, I succeeded. At the moment I broke out of the pupa, I found that I had wings and I realized my dream. I sang in the blue sky that I had longed for, and I found that the scenery here was more beautiful! Maybe it was the "rebirth" after struggle that made me feel all the beauty! Only then did I know: the same scenery, the same world, only after struggle can you appreciate her charm and her temptation... I saw a young silkworm and looked at him deeply...
The scenery slowly passes through the car window. We are all travelers on the road. The scenery outside the window has been winding and desolate. Some people marvel at your elegance for that glimpse of beauty, and the scenery is elegant; you are quiet, and the scenery has the Zen meaning of "no birds fly in the thousands of mountains, and no people are seen in the thousands of paths." What you see is what you want to see. "- There is no doubt about this sentence, but what is more important is how to see the beautiful scenery. Naturally, we need to purify the pool of soul, collect the complicated desires, and stick to the beauty in our hearts. The scenery is where the heart is. With a broad mind, the scenery is naturally broad. With a fearless heart, accompanied by the scenery along the way, we will reach the vast ocean of life step by step.
It was the middle of the night. I, who usually slept soundly, was lying against the window, admiring the quiet night.
Everything is enveloped by the softness of the moonlight. Everything is so quiet. The scenery outside the window is like a sleeping baby. The sky is full of broken clouds, and the big, round moon hangs high in the sky. The pond lying quietly beside it, under the breeze, ripples appear, and under the moonlight, silver lines are reflected and flow slowly, like a Milky Way. Putting down the telescope, the scenery in front of me is like a Chinese painting, which makes me dare not move, for fear of missing any beautiful moment. I am intoxicated by this quiet moonlight...
Look at the petals, falling one by one, although not willingly, but still so charming and beautiful. The disappearance of life is always inadvertent, swallowed up indifferently by the ruthless years. Walking among the flowers, I seem to hear the footsteps of summer and feel the warmth of summer. I know that summer also has different scenery, and it makes my heart as bright as flowers. However, I still unconsciously touch the fragrance that has bloomed for a whole spring day, and the strong fragrance still lingers on my fingertips, as if I see the last smile of the flower. In an instant, I feel that the scattering and withering of the flowers is also a charming beauty. Nature and life are all like this. The spring flowers and autumn moons in the world, with thousands of red and purple colors, come with great fanfare and fade away with great fanfare. I only feel that they are all fleeting clouds, passing by, or just passing by... Following the footsteps of time, a midsummer of flowers, midsummer grass and flying warblers, midsummer fireworks, and midsummer lushness and busyness will appear and arrive. You see, the shallow summer, with its light colors, has come... The wind is still so gentle, but it has become a little more warm; the green is no longer so tender and shy, and it is getting stronger day by day. I just feel that they want to embellish this strong color into a piece of summer coolness, and depict a deeper and more romantic summer scenery for people. I am like a child floating in time and counting the seasons, with endless scenery and endless thoughts along the way. I just left the shadow of the years in the spring flowers, but I saw the back of spring fading away in the fading... I want to keep all the beauty, and I want to transplant the spring into summer! However, the orderly seasons only change the colors of all things and give them different vitality. Without the tenderness and blooming of spring, how can there be the lushness and prosperity of summer; without the sowing and cultivation of spring, how can there be hope and waiting for summer? Spring, you have completed the noise and splendor of this flower event, and you have gone away with your long-lasting thoughts... You have left the more beautiful and magnificent, the more grand fireworks of nature in the mortal world to summer. Looking at the spring light, spring color, spring tide, and spring scenery that have ended indifferently, I can't help but sigh... My small heart is melancholy for the departure of spring. In the distance, the summer scenery is swaying. In the spring that is gradually fading away in the green mountains and green waters, my heart that has been bright for a spring day seems to be lost... Thoughts also rise silently. I know that my spring will certainly travel far away, but next year she will still come to me like a beautiful fairy. But after all, the spring of this year in my life is unique. Along the way, in the dozens of springs and autumns of life, year after year, the same season, different springs, one by one quietly passed through the annual rings of my life in time, and the scenery of each year has a different style. Walking in the fleeting years, when spring goes away again, I feel lonely and sad, not only because spring is going away, but also because the spring in my life passes away again and again... Isn't it? In the fleeting time, I always count the flowers of spring to appreciate the scenery, watch the scenery change and wait for spring, which spring is the last one? Who knows? I hope that next year I can still appreciate the different spring with the same feelings... In fact, I also look forward to the colorful and warm summer. How can seasons be divided into good and bad? Every season has different scenery, bringing us different moods. As long as you have an appreciative heart, you will always be quietly intoxicated by the season. The beautiful and elegant early summer, stepping on the sad music of withered flowers, wearing a light smile, walking in the ripples of pink and ink, coming slowly... A touch of summer's beauty is quietly plucking my heartstrings. I can't help but want to quietly inject the charm of summer and the scenery of summer into my words with water as ink, mountains as inkstones, and the tenderness of clouds, so that the charm of summer flows in my words——
The natural home of the trees, where they borrow the luxuriance of a summer and reproduce new life. You can always hear their whispers in the quiet of summer nights, either under the eaves or in the jungle. The gentle whispers are like the comfort and entrustment of a mother to her children. Hearing this, I will unconsciously sigh and rejoice for the subtle movements of life deep in the season. I like the fresh and lush coolness of the summer morning. When I open the window, a freshness with vitality and the smell of flowers pours into the room; I like the morning sun in the summer morning, with the rays of light shining on the mountains, fields, and villages near and far. At that time, I just felt that everything was looking forward to it, every leaf, every flower, and every tree was waiting for the sun to shine all over the body, and then grow to their heart's content. Every summer morning, walking on the dense tree-lined road of Sophora japonica, I really feel that I am also an element of the season and a scenery in the eyes of others. Sometimes I stand in the sun and look at the grass and flowers with dew on their faces enjoying the sunshine. I want to open my arms and quietly embrace the hint of subtlety, the green, and the fragrance of flowers in front of me, and embrace the charm and elegance of that moment with my heart, so that my mood will be bright. Sometimes, I walk on the hillside full of flowers and watch the birds jumping and jubilant in the sun. I want to find its whereabouts, go to its home, and see what lovely children it has raised in this summer. And the butterflies flying in front of me