Look at the scenery outside the window and taste life.

My master bedroom has a big French window. Through the window, you can see the scenery along the Guipan River, which is why I didn't hesitate to buy it.

I can see different scenery at different time periods outside the window. I like it very much.

I like watching the sunrise. Every time I travel to a place, I am used to waiting for the first sunshine before the sun comes out. For this kind of beauty, I want to overcome sleepiness, as hard as overcoming a cold and fever, but I never tire of it.

Now I can face the river and it's warm in bloom in spring. I can lie down, sit or stand in my bedroom and watch the sunrise. I feel happy when I open the window.

I never give up closing the curtains in the east, just to wake up in the morning, and the glory I saw at first sight, like a huge ink painting, spread out before my eyes.

At five o'clock in the morning, if you don't need to get up when you wake up, you just need to turn over, stretch and narrow your eyes slightly. When you see the sky painted white first, then pink, then you sprinkle a bucket of paint around it, the huge gray cloth is dyed red, the sun walks gracefully on the red carpet, and finally it changes from an egg yolk dyed by Sudan red to an ugly luster.

A new day begins like this.

Time flies, time flies, I am no longer the rising sun, but some things haven't started yet, and some things are still on the way.

Look up at the sky outside the window and you will know whether it is cloudy, rainy or sunny today. Looking down at the clothes of people who get up early downstairs, you can know the temperature, and then decide what pants to wear and how many clothes to wear today. The accuracy is higher than the weather forecast in Shunde.

It is a pleasure for me to look at people who get up early and get busy outside the window and imagine the stories behind them.

Look at the middle-aged couple who open the door for breakfast at five o'clock every day. Judging from their accents, they should be from Shunde. The steamed sausage powder is tender, smooth and refreshing, and the cooked porridge is delicious. Their business is booming, and there is a long queue at the door of the store every morning. The couple are very busy.

Father and daughter who come out for a morning run at six o'clock every day, one big and one small, one tall and one short, run around the community garden over and over again. They didn't walk home hand in hand until the little one squatted down panting for mercy.

And the woman who appears at the intersection around seven o'clock every day, rain or shine. She likes to wear skirts and middle heels, and the bag on her back changes with the color of the skirt. She walked lightly on her way to work, and her hair fluttered like a confident expression on her face.

If the early bird catches the worm, then the early bird should be blessed. He or she has one or two hours more time to study, work or exercise than others every day. As long as he or she makes good use of these hours, can he or she run farther and fly higher than others?

Lying in bed can not only watch the sunrise, but also see the fruits and vegetables planted by Lao Wu. He once proudly said, "Nothing is impossible except what is expected." He does better than me in growing flowers and vegetables.

The balcony is sunny and blessed by the sun sooner or later. Fruits and vegetables can grow wildly and produce a green melon with a balcony, which is very gratifying.

Looking at the white clouds floating on the horizon outside the window and the green rattan flowers inside the window, it is more like an ink painting. Planting flowers and vegetables in the hustle and bustle of the city is a kind of inner peace and happiness.

Besides watching the sunrise, I also like watching the undercurrent before the storm. I and everything in the world are waiting for the baptism of a heavy rain.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, I looked at the dark clouds in the distance like thick smoke. With a thunder, the rain curtain swung from side to side instantly, and the sound of rain was melodious far and near.

Bean-sized raindrops beat on the glass window, like playing on the piano keys, listening to the rain at different distances and heights, like an audio-visual feast.

After the heavy rain, the sky and the earth were washed clean by the rain. There is no fog, no dust flying, only the leaves are green, and the flowers are more delicate after being contaminated by raindrops, as if some unhappiness in my heart was washed away by rain.

I like this clean one.

After the rain stopped, I opened the window and the sky lit up again. A cool breeze blows on my face, relaxing my body and mind, dripping with joy. Soon the rain on the road was blown dry by the wind, leaving only traces.

Therefore, whether it is sunshine or wind and rain, whether it is prosperity or suffering, sometimes it is a moment, and then it is another scenery.

There is scenery outside the window, and there are many kinds of life all year round. I, love stand, was at the window, looking down at the people coming and going downstairs, and looking up at the flowers in bloom.

My heart is calm and firm.