I often think, is beauty a form?
Beauty is that smile, or the warmth that flows into people's hearts. Oh, I get it, that’s beauty.
She stroked the saplings and called to the green leaves. She gently flicked her sleeves, and hundreds of flowers bloomed in the garden, so colorful that people couldn't help but stop and watch. Fields, sowing the ground, paving the way to autumn. Spring is such a beautiful scenery. Oh, I get it, that’s beauty.