Lost the key? With a heart full of delicate red and green, morning mist and dew, just stepped on the bridge two steps, inadvertently raised his hand, found a string of home keys on his wrist missing. I wonder: just entered the park is still there. Stop, bow his head and ring the ground, and pat the top and skirt without a bag, No. What a lost key!

Think about the road, and you should not walk into the park for a long time. Then go back and look for it.

Walking down the bridge, I stepped on the marble steps covered with bamboo and grass. Long grass green silk, jade crystal Ying Ying Ying, wet shoes. Green bamboo dense Festival Qingshen repair, leaves pearl dew with the wind shining sun, such as green dye gold. As Liu mengde, a "poet", said, "the dew polyester lead powder Festival, the wind shakes the jade branch." They are inclined to block each other, is to invite me to stop again to bathe in the dew and wind here? I gently thank you and continue to look for my key.

Under the stone steps is the square. Looking around, in addition to the four or five women who just danced with the music in their gauze skirts and waving silk, they were the back of three or two fishermen sitting in the grass dock on the bank. Where is the shadow of my key on the broad and clean tile floor?

Did it fall in the park? In case it falls on the road, where can I find it? The road is so long, walking, jogging, cycling With so many people exercising, how many keys can't be picked up? But then I thought, every morning I passed by, pomegranate flowers on the roadside, which were like fire and rosy clouds, welcomed me with smiles. Figs like buds and tears nodded to me in the wind; long legged white storks with elegant posture gathered freely in the river beach and water In such an age, at the foot of the Emperor Yu, there was no possession or harm. No one would hide a useless key, right? Unless I can't see myself, I'll look for it.

Walking into the secluded path covered with red brick and trees, you can hear the clear and graceful voice from the red fragrant green jade in clusters on both sides. I suddenly remembered that when I saw the red flowers and green trees, I stopped and wandered around before and after: smelling the flowers, listening to insects, teasing the grass dew, watching the fisherman. I also improvised two sentences: "Qingbo Hongying, Jinli opera, winding path, cicada far, green poplar dense." And at that time, when pondering over their antithesis, they used the right hand with the key to beat the beat up and down, looking for the rhythm. The God of flowers in the sky and the tree Fairy on the earth, was I too obsessed with the beautiful scenery of the world at that time and inadvertently let the key slip down?

Searching all the way, praying silently all the way. Still don't forget to smell the flowers and listen to the birds.

All of a sudden, at the corner of the path, the Yellow tassel rope cover, holding the silver door lock key, was nestling in the green and wet shade. Do they slip off to enjoy the morning glory? Ha, my lovely key!

The new dew of petals splashed with my skirt again, and the fragrance was full of fragrance; the wind in the morning stroked my arm with the hand of Hsinchu, which was refreshing and refreshing. The key on my wrist played with the flowers, branches and leaves that covered the road. Did they want to linger here like me

Walking on the bridge deck of the water horse dragon again, looking back at the rail, I could not help but chant: "the new flowers are dew, and the bamboo square is bathing. A hook of water reflects the shadow, and the breeze fills the lake... "