Walking on the country road

I like the path from the back door to the countryside along Caopu, walking slowly in the flowers and grass of the countryside through the red brick high buildings step by step. Feel gently, the sky with a blue cloud and a smile, the light of winter, and the early morning sun. It turns out that the cold winter also has a gentle and lovely side. The quiet and quiet moment of nature is filled with a pleasant and sweet posture. The clear breeze lightly spread from the gap between the treetops, and the shaking weeds waved to me. Oh, how long has it been? I haven’t smelled the fragrance of grass and flowers? Fresh greenish green consistently and tenaciously maintains the proud posture of life all the year round. No matter how many hardships its tiny body has gone through, it is still struggling to survive. Although the grass is constantly trodden and flattened by people, it still refuses to let go of any inch of soil that can grow. Even a small piece can satisfy the contentment of its life. Therefore, it chose to grow on the edge around the road, letting great people walk in the middle of the world; Silently praising every life walking in the nature. Suddenly, I remembered a poem from Bing Xin: weak grass! Be proud, only you decorate the world universally. What a stirring tone it is. Along the grass Po, bypass the small farm. A clear gurgling brook bends all the way through the small mountainside. The sound of running water is crisp and sweet. There are always many kinds of birds parked in the trees and forests, intoxicated and singing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the Symphony of nature to my heart’s content, which really made me relaxed and quiet. Therefore, I want to touch the water of life personally. As if like a child, he took off his shoes without any taboo and slipped into the stream gently. Looking up at the sky is very low, and the distance to see the sky is becoming clearer and clearer. An airplane line runs straight across the whole sky, and the chasing tail cloud is pulled into a string of clover, whose dream is left in the blue sky? With the Wind, let’s chase the poet’s eyes together. Children laughed happily from time to time in the distance. I remember when I was young, my playmates and I also went to the fields and mountain streams to catch butterflies, dragonflies and fish. Enjoy the scenery of nature all day long. There is also a very special good friend named Xiao Bai, who is also our good partner from childhood to adulthood. Although Xiao Bai was not raised by us, I have played with him since he was born. Because it was the first child of my neighbor’s dog, often the bitch would take his baby to bask in the sun in front of the door casually. At this time, we met Xiao Bai. It sounds strange. We fell in love with it at first sight and like it very much. Xiao Bai also likes us. We have been bored with each other since we were young. Even though it is not raised by my family, it will come to my home to find us after dinner every day. No matter it is sunny or rainy, it will naturally go home at night. Occasionally, if the owner can’t call it, he will find Xiao Bai if he habitually comes to our house to find it. It is also very spiritual. As long as we call Xiao Bai, it will come to us immediately. The four of us went out to play in the fields and jungles every day, and Xiao Bai also followed us to find a happy journey. These memories constantly echoed in the distant sounds, which seemed to go back to me, who was still a child. Maybe those beautiful wishes are second only to those in memory, and they just want to regain the original mood, that dream. Look! This blue sky, farms, grass, streams, birds… all the life and plants in nature are living peacefully and happily in this pure space, without noise, pollution and exaggeration. All is simple, natural and simple. Walking on the small road in the country, this is an expected day, a kind of quiet mood, a touching warmth.

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