My paper in the morning

It is often said that the weather in spring is like a child's face, which changes as soon as it changes. This is especially true for the summer that suddenly broke into the north. Just at noon, the sun is suffocating, the air is filled with sauna-like heat waves, and thick clouds are floating there. Then, after a few thunders, the raindrops the size of beans dispersed the heat, spread the coolness from the sky to every corner, and then increased the coolness. Even after the rain, I still feel cool.

From the first day looking for spring to looking for summer, I almost put all the surrounding scenery in my camera. In the rainy morning, because of the cold and raindrops, I can't go outdoors to get close to the beautiful scenery in my heart, so I sit in front of the computer and enjoy my "masterpiece" over and over again, somewhat happy and complacent.

Sharing his happiness in the camera with a distant friend, the friend asked, "Your photos are so professional. What camera do you use? " I was surprised: "Professional? I like taking pictures at first, let alone being professional, not even amateur. As for the camera, it is an ordinary digital camera. "

In the morning, when I saw the fiery red sun finally smiling, my husband came to "seduce" me again: "Go out for a walk, the sunshine is good and the air is fresher. Perhaps, there are some flowers and leaves waiting for you. " So, I picked up the camera and prepared to go out, muttering: "I have seen everything I should see, and there is nothing to see." I can only go back to the old place and see the changes in the scenery. " Mr. Wang smiled and said, "Take a good picture of the scenery you like, and then buy a better camera when your' craft' is practiced." "Why, or" better ". Is this camera good? The more you shoot, the worse it feels. I can't always get the effect I want. " Mr. Wang laughed even harder: "You are really stupid like a child. This is a Sony camera, but you can't use many functions yet. I'll teach you when I have time. "

Hey, it's not a rotten thing, it's my own skill!

Facing the sunshine, I walked on my way to "find" the spring and looked at the green eyes, but I was never moved by the surprise of a grass and a bud. The phrase "things are rare" not only makes me shake my head gently, but also makes me despise the color of life.

Looking up at the willow branches that have been bent by the green of the branches, some are dotted with snow and cotton, and sometimes they are a little yellow. A closer look shows that the original fluffy green catkins have quietly completed the process of flowering and seed setting, and turned into clusters of green peppers, but these peppers are too pocket-sized, each one is only the size of a grain of rice, which is pitifully small. There are also withered catkins, some pocket-sized "peppers" have just opened their mouths, and the real catkins have either settled around in the wind or stuck to the branches and dressed up as pieces of white. And those empty shells that have lost catkins are like small bowls with the same pockets, crowded there in strings, and like pocket hives. ...

Watching, a drop of cold water dripped on the upturned face, instinctively shook his head, but the coolness had already penetrated into his heart. Looking up again, I saw a touch of "saliva" stuck between the branches and leaves. I thought to myself, who is this and who will spit on the branches? The branches danced, and the light refracted by the water droplets stung the eyes. Looking for the flashing light to move over, a glittering water droplet came into view, just like the first touch of green in spring-dew! Under the "saliva" like soap bubbles, there is a bean-like dew at the tip of willow leaves, reflecting the sun and a little green. The dew froze with the click of the camera. The dew gradually became larger unconsciously, and the willow leaves carrying the dew swayed with the wind, adding a little tremor, which affected the dew hanging on the tip of the leaf to "dance with the wind". When I was about to take another picture of the "back" of the dew, the dew suddenly shook twice at the tip of the leaf and reluctantly disappeared into my sight. My heart sank: I knew it was doomed to fall from the moment it condensed, but I still didn't want to accept the fact that it disappeared in the most beautiful moment. My thoughts also fell to a place I couldn't see with the dew. ...

In a trance, I patted my shoulder and pulled back my thoughts of flying away. When I leaned forward, I saw a woman in her forties and fifties looking at me with a smile on her face. Seeing that I was puzzled, she explained, "I like photography! What's the point of patting those leaves all the time? Come, come to our yard. There are many flowers here. They look beautiful! " As he spoke, he led the way to the factory gate. He also smiled back at me from time to time: "I have seen you for a long time ... I also like photography." Come on, come in and see what I took first. " The woman added the voice of "child" to the back of the photo, which led to many stories-stories about flowers.

In the mailroom, the woman took out the mobile phone in the drawer, rummaged through it several times, opened a folder and explained to me: "This is a rose, this is a peony, this is a butterfly plum, and this is an orchid. This, I don't know what it's called, was brought back from Beijing. Isn't it beautiful? At that time, I fell in love with this flower at first sight ... this is the fish raised by our factory director ... this is my cat, and it gave birth to four cubs. " At this point, the woman finally stopped and pointed to a corner of the room with her chin. Yes, a big cat is protecting several kittens and wrapping them into a ball. A fluffy white coat with a little black. Maybe the cats are like this, or I, a "stranger", disturb their peace. The big cat's eyes are always facing me, which makes me give up the idea of getting close to them and can't bear to disturb their warm moments too much.

So, I only took a few pictures of potted flowers on the windowsill, and watched the happy cat go to the blooming butterfly plum and chrysanthemum from a distance, retired from the mailroom, and followed the lady's guidance to a flower grass. Pointing at each flower, the woman told the story of the flower and interrupted the "housework": "My old man knew that I like photography, so he bought this for me!" With that, Yang Yang held the mobile phone in his hand and then said, "The camera function of this mobile phone is great!" I was also infected by her happiness: "You love photography so much, wouldn't it be better to buy a camera?" "Oh, the camera is available at home, and it is convenient without a mobile phone. How nice, shoot if you want ... "Speaking of which, the woman seems to remember something:" Have you taken so many photos, and have they all been developed? " I was amused by this sentence. I thought, if I finished washing, how much would I have to wash, but I didn't have the nerve to say, "If I don't wash, I'll upload it to my computer and post it online." "Hey, you can send it online! But I won't, and I won't surf the Internet ... "The woman was lost for a while, but she said excitedly," I'll study again another day and post it on the Internet. "

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Oh, it's so easy to communicate with people who love each other. Two strangers, in a blink of an eye, became old friends for many years. In this way, while chatting and shooting, the beauty of various flowers is fixed in the lens one by one, and the story about flowers is also fixed in the heart.

Walking out of the factory gate, I was attracted by a bunch of golden flowers and couldn't help asking, "Is this the flower of day lily?" It seems more beautiful than the flowers of day lily! The woman nodded again and again: "Yes, it is the day lily, which was dug back from Dadianzi the year before last." ..."

I came home with the fallen leaves, the unexpected flowers and the story of flowers, sitting in front of the computer, still reminiscing about my meeting with that woman. The woman repeatedly replied: "Look at this big peony, it will open in a few days, and you can take pictures then!" " "

While sorting out the photos, I heard the woman's story about flowers. Mr. Wang saw the photo of dew and blurted out, "You can take this. It's not easy. People in the mountains say it's the same thing as spitting ... it's really a day lily. I have seen many in the mountains ... "

Oh, beautiful flowers, a story as beautiful as flowers! People who love life have this feeling: the scenery of life is on the road! As long as you put your heart into it, a leaf, a drop of dew and a strand of flowers are all intoxicating stories. ...