In the early morning, the sky was covered with clouds, rain kept falling, the wind rustled the leaves on the roadside, and people hurried away in the light rain. I stood at the window and read a book. When I was free from reading, I saw pedestrians hurriedly walking by. I really

In the early morning, the sky was covered with clouds, rain kept falling, the wind rustled the leaves on the roadside, and people hurried away in the light rain. I stood at the window and read a book. When I was free from reading, I saw pedestrians hurriedly walking by. I really wanted to say to them: Good morning, life—and all the happy and beautiful things.

Now, I am very poor, I don't have much money in my pocket, and I don't have much savings, but I have my own gold. Books are my best friends. They contain inexhaustible wealth, as long as I calm down and think.

In the early morning, I get happiness from books, and then write these happiness in words. When I was reading, the bird flew from the woods to the window and listened quietly to my reading at the window. After listening for a while, it flew to the woods again. It wove the leaves into harmonious notes and sang out greetings for getting up early. people, and your green fields filled with flowers.

A young and beautiful girl walked by the woods holding an oil-paper umbrella. When she heard the chirping of birds in greeting, a bright smile appeared on her face. Her skin is as white as milk, and her fair cheeks reveal a trace of rosy color. This kind of beauty is so rare and so beautiful that even Cleopatra's resurrection is not as beautiful as her.

Good morning, young beauty, I wish you a happy new day, good morning, life—and all that is joyful and beautiful.

Wei Guofeng

2022.09.03