Time is very short, count the time that flies.

Time flies, another year. Stay quietly at the end of the year, counting the time that flies like water, there will always be a warm and moist heart. Looking back on the past, time is cool, and all the slightly smoked past events are precipitated. Between light and shadow, some characters are faded and new faces are added. We are always in endless years, guarding the cycle of time, drifting all the way, drifting in the long journey of life. In the journey of life, we often go forward in pain and look for the meaning of happiness in pain. ?

In the past year, life was so simple and ordinary, but there were some regrets. Due to physical reasons, there is no real travel and shooting activities, and the photography level has not been improved, and it is impossible to create good works for everyone. The only thing that is gratifying is that I retired gloriously and can enjoy my life after retirement happily. But I still remember the sentence my friend gave me: "Writers write stories with words, and you record your life with lenses. There is love in my heart and I see the beautiful scenery! " So I want to use the following set of photos to record the road I have traveled in the past year, thanking my family for their love and care, thanking my friends for their support and concern, and thanking life for letting me know how to cherish and own. In these photos, some recorded ordinary moments of ordinary people, which touched the smiles on their faces and made us more determined and optimistic about our future life.

Fate makes us get to know each other, and meeting is so beautiful. Finally, I want to give this poem by Xu Zhimo to those friends who have seen it or not, and now it is gone. Wish you all the best. "You and I met in the dark sea. You have yours, I have mine, and there is a direction. If you remember, you'd better forget. " Thanks again! Happy New Year to all my friends!

If there is a peach blossom garden in my heart, where is the water cloud sword? In March, the peach blossoms in Numa Mountain, the security guard, were in full bloom.

In the fleeting time, with a simple heart, we shed the glitz of our fingertips, embrace a leisurely poetic style, drink with time, smile at flowers, and find a peach blossom garden of our own soul in the corner of time, so that time can pass. When you look back, I hope we still have a clear heart.

There is a spring song on the branch.

Facing the window

Look at a flower.

From germination to flowering, from flowering to destruction.

No noise, no noise

The wind is coming, dancing gently; The rain went and fell alone.

Not sad, unhappy

I don't know, it's too quiet.

What kind of mentality is needed to achieve it?

A tree smells good and a tree is warm.

Make sure that tree is in full bloom.

It is an interpretation of the beauty of quiet life.

Meanwhile, thank you for the gift of time.

The sunshine is just right and the flowers are in full bloom. It is better to take a beautiful walk in the warmth of spring breeze!

? Spring in my eyes is like this.

Grandma! Good health! (Community convenience service activities)

Book Fair of "Beautiful New Era, Full of Scholars and Yellowstone"

Say goodbye to the beautiful April day and enter the lush May. After all, we can't turn back the clock, but we always wait for the warmth of the years in our own way. You don't have to look for it when you cross May. There is always a large area of green, nourishing the blank in April. Let's wait for a cherry red in May, a banana green in the window, and the romance of listening to the rain knocking on the window in a cup of tea.

Standing at the intersection of autumn, snuggling in the embrace of autumn, watching a fallen leaf render autumn colors and watching the vicissitudes of a season.

When I was a child, I was carried on my shoulders by my father in this way. At that time, I felt that my father's shoulders were so generous and practical! However, now I can only see him in my dreams.

Inheritance of Cellar-stored Ceramics in Qichun

Jiuzi River in Ran Qiu

I like the strength of character at this moment in late autumn. The water is slightly thin and the mountains are slightly cold. Looking up is a rich beauty. This kind of beauty, calm and undisturbed, quietly perches on the branches and sprinkles on the land. Light footsteps, although there is no lotus, stepping on the softness of fallen leaves, there is a lightness of flowing water. It is the soul that returns to its hometown, and it is the late autumn that soothes the wandering mood.

Tree rings,

This is the most beautiful photo,

The circle is the destination of the years;

Tree rings,

This is an old song,

Every song is a river of memory.

Seasonal winds blow away the gathering and dispersion of fleeting time. Will we lose information in the distant autumn wind?

Bronze Award for Singing the Motherland in the 10th Photographic Art Exhibition of Huangshi City

The motherland is in my heart!

How naive the children's smiles are!

Just like this time, seriously wait for a snow. While waiting for the snow, gently leave a white rhyme for it. Rhyme its whiteness, rhyme its cleanliness, rhyme the joy and joy of snow.