Nature itself is the most magical and mysterious.

The temperature was very low yesterday, and then it was foggy all day. It did not disperse until six o'clock the next morning. The next day, the weather was fine, the sun came out, the sky cleared up and the fog dispersed.

So the rime scene, also known as tree hanging, was formed in the interweaving of high temperature and low temperature.

When reading a book in the distance, I feel that I have entered an isolated fairyland. Everything is cold and abstinence, very pure and clean.

The Woods in the distance are covered with white, like a kingdom of ice and snow that will never thaw.

I walked into the rime and looked up. As the background, the blue sky is covered with a thick layer of frost and snow branches, which looks like extremely accurate pixel strips, and has an asymmetric aesthetic feeling with the trunk.

This strange feeling of asymmetric proportion brings a special aesthetic feeling, as if everything is exaggerated and distorted, just like Picasso's paintings, which makes people feel like they are in a world full of fantasies.

Then this afternoon, I stood in front of my house, watching, and the sun in the west hit my bike, with a long shadow. It suddenly occurred to me that in fact, the so-called imagination is to exaggerate and deform the original things, just like the sun finds a shadow on things. We also use our imagination to shine on other things and create wonderful combinations.

Then some leaves and plastic rubbish were scattered in front of the door because of the wind. However, I didn't feel the aesthetic feeling of the uncoordinated installation, because the artificial and coordinated standard is a deliberate artificial trace and a kind of destruction to nature.

The so-called nature is everything, and irregular things are scattered and combined at will, which is the form of nature.

And the sun shines on the object, which makes me feel beautiful. In my opinion, everything under natural light is the most beautiful.

At night, the sky is almost dark blue, but it is very clear. The moon as bright as a searchlight hangs casually in the sky, and the stars like diamonds are also dazzling.

This makes me feel wonderful. Walking alone on the road seems to be in a magical world, full of mysterious adventures.

Then I think the existence of this world itself is wonderful, an incredible miracle.

Isn't it the most amazing thing that the light from those distant stars shines on our sky through the distance of tens of billions of light years and becomes the familiar star that everyone says?

So nature itself is real, the most magical and magical.