Poetic dwelling

Langao is a poetic place name. Not? Lan, Lan Qi, Gao, the Highland beside the water. Living on the shore of Lan river, it is a city with mountains and water, cloud and mist, and a fresh and tranquil city. If you are a benevolent person, you can enjoy yourself with the picturesque green mountains. If you are a wise person, you can be interested in the boundless clear water. If you are modest, if you insist that you are either kind or wise, you can also taste a cup of quiet tea or drink a pot of mellow wine. Langao is a livable city with water, moisture and moisture. Although it is small, it is exquisite and cute. If we compare big cities such as Beijing and Shanghai to big ladies, there is no doubt that Langao is the Jade of small families. Think about it, blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and clear water, floating clouds and fog, why do you want something else? Therefore, Langao people lived and survived in this magical and beautiful land, letting it blossom and fall, letting it cloud and cloud, letting it change the stars, letting it change the sea, they are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, living in this poetic home. When spring came, Langao people went to Nangong Mountain for a walk. Looking at the green full of eyes, the main peak standing, and the spectacular sea of clouds, you can’t help sighing, what a paradise. What tempts you most are those wild flowers, big, small, famous, unknown, like eyes, like stars, one after another, branches and clusters. Red is like fire, pink is like glow, and White is like snow. You may wonder why so many flowers grow on such barren land? Why do so many flowers bloom at the same time? Why are they so beautiful in bloom? You see, you see, there are new discoveries. Look over there, a tree of purple flowers swaying in the spring breeze, making people moved. A snow lotus quietly opened in the corner where there were few people, which seemed lonely and wanton. A flower tree, full of golden flowers, as bright as clouds, like a tree of poetry, I will call you the book of songs from now on, OK? When a spring rain came, all the flowers were saying that spring was coming. Spring was coming. A flower was singing, and thousands of flowers were singing. When a spring breeze blows, the flowers are shouting that I am flowering, I am flowering, one flower says, thousands of flowers say. People all raised their cameras and took a picture of a precious memory, leaving an eternal period. There are also colorful butterflies flying up and down, and bees are singing. Thirsty? The mountain spring is sweet and delicious. Take a handful of it and drink a sip, and you will feel that your mouth is rich, cool and sweet. Tired? There was a bird showing her beautiful singing voice on the branch, chirping ———-, listening, maybe it was a little yellow warbler trying her new voice, which was a little unstable. Tired? Go to erlangping to have a rest. There are clean and tidy hotels and first-class services, which make you feel tired. Ah, this mountain, this tree, this flower, this spring, this post, seems to be far away from the world of mortals, just the true self, here, for scholars do not have to study hard in the sea, officials don’t have to rise and fall in official circles, and businessmen don’t have to smoke their hearts in desire for profits. Let’s all be the truest and purest ourselves. In a flash, it is summer. To summer? There are many streams in Langao. You can go there to swim, change into a swimsuit, plop —– jump into the water and have a close contact with the nature. It doesn’t matter whether it is breaststroke, butterfly stroke or even unable to swim, because the water is not deep, but it can eliminate the summer heat. The timid one sat on the shore, only immersed his feet in the stream, feeling the comfort, listening to the gurgling singing of the stream, watching the young fish hiding in shame. There were also naughty people, or when the swimming partners in the stream didn’t pay attention, they threw a stone, splashed huge spray and threw them all over their faces. Or hide their clothes secretly. When they landed, they said they didn’t know. If you feel that you are not interested in these things, you can also experience Lan he rafting, which is known as the first drift in the northwest. This is a game of brave people, which can cultivate your interest and inspire your fighting spirit. When you put on your life jacket, board the rubber raft and hold the paddle, you can become a ferryman once. From the spring power station to the guixigou bridge, there is a water course of 12 kilometers. Think about it, the blue sky, the white clouds, the Green Mountains, the green water, and a water-playing you, a string of happy laughter, spilled on the river. You and your companions paddled the paddle together. Along the way, the riverway was wide and narrow, urgent and slow. There were flowers on the shore, colorful and colorful, and waves, which were in danger, but no matter how we spend it together, when the wind goes smoothly, everyone will enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way, when we encounter the situation, we will help each other in the same boat, and finally when there is another village in Huaming, Liu’an, everyone held together excitedly. Sometimes, he paddled his own raft and flew through like flying. He could also appreciate the immortals on both sides of the ancients who couldn’t help singing, the lightness of the light boat had passed thousands of mountains, and the lofty sentiments of hitting the water in the middle stream and. When the maple leaves all over the mountains rose red, autumn came as promised. In this season, Langao people like to taste tea. Sometimes, on the dusk of rainy days, I went to the elegant Teahouse (located in River Street) alone, chose a seat by the window, served a cup of green tea, and sat quietly. Looking at the tea slowly stretching out in the water, it seemed like a graceful girl, graceful and graceful, with the Lotus walking gently, walking towards you affectionately and leisurely. You can see the drizzling autumn rain through the delicate Xiaoxiang curtain, bit by bit, bit by bit. In a trance, raindrops and door curtains were weaved carefully, thus such a hazy and melancholy afternoon was weaved. Listen to the cold rain, no matter it is the rain drops or the lotus leaves, there is a kind of beauty that shakes your mind, that is a kind of beauty that is not noisy. When you are tired of listening and watching, you can take a sip of tea and let those elves wander in your tongue, mouth and stomach. They seem to be an illusion that makes you forget the reality temporarily, stay away from those fame and fortune, those fame and wealth, clean up your soul, purify your soul unconsciously, it seems that I am also a wisp of tea fragrance. Of course, most of the time, people who drink tea are old people sitting leisurely in their own yard. They like to invite three or five old fellows or play chess after lunch, or play poker. Some do nothing, just put on a chair, make a cup of strong or light tea, watch the tea roll in the Cup, ups and downs,-carefully taste her bitter, sweet, he (she) recalled his young and frivolous, young dreams, beautiful love and successful career quietly. Then it disappeared with the autumn wind. Langao people have experienced the romantic spring, the pleasant summer and the poetic autumn, and ushered in the leisure of winter. Winter is originally a season of rest, and with the white and beautiful snowflakes, a romantic winter begins. Think about it, a small city, with mountains and water, covered thousands of miles. Snow is such an interesting thing. As for snowball fights, making snowmen is children’s business. Adults? In the evening, you can lie under the window of the mountain and listen to the sound of snowflakes falling. It is quiet and overwhelming, and the jade is clean and clear without being stained with fine dust. The most wonderful thing is that it falls in the bamboo forest. The smell can’t help reminding you of “four moments of seclusion”. Listening to the snow knocking on the bamboo cloud in the mountain window: the sound of snow is the most elegant among the bamboo. The cold night at the window of the mountain: when listening to the snow sprinkling on the bamboo forest, it is drizzling, and it is even rustling, and the sound is leisurely, so I can hear it clearly. Suddenly, the return wind was urgent, and the bamboo was folded, which made my felt cold., at this time, the sound of your ear must be a sound of nature. Of course, in the days when the door was closed due to heavy snow, playing chess with snow was a matter of ancient saints. I think most modern people could not command thousands of troops calmly in such a cold day. They all like to wear a pot of prosperous fire. Women fry several delicate dishes, mix the rich days with thousands of tender feelings, let the men drink them in bowls and bowls, and then get drunk with a little bit of thin, I thought my woman lowered her head shyly when using makeup series. The hot and hot green plum wine, the added firewood in the stove, the hot thing is how warm the feelings for my husband and father are, and there is also a kind of snow coming late, can you drink a cup? Of poetry. They tasted the snow, drank the wine and thought about their worries. This winter would not be cold or long any more. Nowadays, the pace of urban life is too fast. People are like a spinning top. For fame, profit, love and hate, they walk on their own life path in a hurry every day, in fact, in their deep hearts, why don’t they hope to have a poetic place so that they can live in poetry. This place is our Langao, which is richly endowed by nature. There are mountains here, so it is stable, there is water here, so it is flexible, there is fog here, so it is poetic. Langao people live happily in this land, far away from the disturbance and the noise. It is quiet and calm like a virgin here. They will use their wisdom and sweat to make their homes more beautiful and rich. Bless you, Langao.

Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city

I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends…

[Original essay] string words

Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or…

Forever military dream

Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually…

Spring rain

I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan…

Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified)

Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree…

Self

The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…