Leaf fall winter

I looked up at the top of the tree, with faint sunshine. Through the sparse branches of the leaves, there was a thin mist floating in the air. When the wind blew, a few leaves fell down. After a few rounds of feeble beating in the air, they finally landed, make a clear collision sound. There is a cold breath in the air, which is trying to erode my remaining warmth. There is a grove behind the village. I like the feeling of walking in it, stepping on fallen leaves and listening to the sound of broken dead leaves. I once doubted whether I had a tendency to destroy myself, but it was just that kind of feeling. In the sound of blade fragmentation, I once felt the joy from my heart again and again. Yes, it is joy, not melancholy. Until there was only a field with withered leaves and withered brown weeds left in my eyes, there was no such joy in my heart. Maybe I was tired, or I was sober. In short, at that moment, it was extremely sad. As if, I was once a leaf on that tree, falling helplessly after a cold wind, together with my dreams that I once thought proud of myself. Then, they collided and broke in the interlaced branches at the moment of landing. The mottled wall vaguely depicts the handwriting of yesterday, and the immature strokes and pairs of innocent eyes. Among those messy Nicks, there was a delusion that I was once at a loss. But now, where are those playmates who have left traces? Will they return to the place where they left at first when the last leaf of this year fell. The intoxicating melody is floating around my ears again, but why is it so sad now? Looking back on the invisible place, there is the rhythm we used to sing together. In the winter of that year, in the snow field of northern China, I looked at each other silently, staring at the cold ocean, and the song I liked at that time was played on my mobile phone. There was a lot of snow in that year in my memory, and finally it was in a day when snowflakes flew down, one side of each other. Then, the memory becomes long, with the flavor of Durian Candy. Memory is not a happy or sad thing, but recalling those broken chapters that cannot go back is a melancholy dark sorrow. Fortunately, there will be news from each other in our memory. What we miss may be just the past and each other, not the present. Now, we have already been different. The words lightly knocked down by the fingertips are like fragments stripped from the memory. We try our best to restore a perfect past. However, it failed after all. Perhaps, we can choose to draw a perfect outline, but we can’t fill in the color during the period. We can create a perfect past, but what can we do? Now we are not in the end of the world. Whether we restore the past or create a past, it is our own wishful thinking, nothing about the present, not to mention the future, what we have, it is still a moment that has become a reality without change. Then, the words at a loss are some vague words. There must be cause and effect when everything happens. It has its beginning and its end. If spring is the season of vegetation recovery, then we can regard spring as the beginning of a cycle, and then winter is the end of that cycle. While summer and autumn can be counted as the development of reincarnation, prosperity and recession. In this way, winter is a season suitable for making a summary. The End of completing a reincarnation is to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup and forget all this reincarnation. Just like those leaves, they will eventually fall out in winter and then spread out in the next spring. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Car train to Lhasa

On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the wind in early spring is steep and fierce, and the floating prayer flags and Mani stone piles form a sacred and peaceful silhouette. The majestic Kunlun Mountain, the dreamy Jade Everest, the mysterious Namtso Lake, the beautiful Tibetan antelope in Hoh Xil, the glittering water of Tuotuo River, the endless grassland, the sky is blue and the clouds are gentle. Everything is so quiet and peaceful, and everything is still in my dream. With a whistle, there was a moving scenery on the heavenly road, the sleeping memory was awakened, the ancient calls were heard, and the figure of pilgrimage crawled forward in the morning light. Mr. Lu Xun once said that there was no road in this world. If there were more people walking, it would become a road. Tibet, the mysterious place, the place closest to the sky, and the place with the clearest air in the world, made countless people around the world look up to it, but they were finally discouraged because of the long journey, in May of 1984, the first phase of Qinghai-Tibet railway project ended temporarily at Nanshankou in Golmud. On June 29th, 2006, the Golmud-Lhasa section of the second phase of Qinghai-Tibet railway was officially opened to traffic. The Qinghai-Tibet Railway, dressed in Xiaguang, welcomed visitors from all directions with a smile. What a joyful and joyful day. Music and gongs and drums, party and state leaders personally ribbon, jubilation, Shenzhou Fairview add chapter. I once asked a student from Tibetan area. I asked him, how do you live without railways? He smiled and said, getting up with the sun every day, sleeping with the Stars, and staying with cattle and sheep in the grassland. I said that was so good. For people in many cities, that kind of life is called Paradise, a heaven for nourishing their hearts. My student said anxiously, “teacher, it is impossible to have no way. Many children don’t go to school, where culture is also needed. Only with knowledge can they develop better. The simple answer made me relieved. I continued to ask, road building will destroy the ecology, don’t you feel distressed. He said, “I have seen them build roads. They carefully settled down the grass on the slope, which has grown well up to now. This is a world-renowned Road, unprecedented. The road builders use their blood, perseverance and perseverance to make the road extend inch by inch, spring, summer, autumn and winter, dusk and dawn. Passing through nachitai, crossing Wudaoliang, crossing Tuotuo River, stepping on yanshiping, crossing Tanggula Mountain, winding in Ando, Naqu, Dangxiong, Yangbajing, all the way to Lhasa, the capital of Tibet, like a young dragon, with the strong beating and support of the motherland’s heart, I came here luxuriously, with the belief of pilgrimage and firm steps, and with the train arriving in Lhasa, I gently placed my reverent and solemn heart. Chatting with a senior high school classmate in Qinhuangdao, she said in an envious tone that she really wanted to go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau when she had time to see the sky there, the clouds there, and the world-renowned road. I sincerely invite her to bring her daughter to the summer vacation. With the acceleration of the development of the western region, especially the opening of the GRA section (Golmud to Lhasa) of the second phase of the Qinghai-Tibet line, and the broadcast of the series of “great beauty Qinghai” on CCTV, tourism in Qinghai-Tibet provinces develops rapidly, and its popularity and reputation at home and abroad are constantly improving. Take the train to Lhasa. The car is clean, tidy and comfortable. The scenery outside the car is suddenly vast, high and beautiful. Snow mountains are like dreams and lakes are as tranquil as mirrors, wild animals on the plateau run in groups with the train. This scene is like a world away, which makes passengers sitting on the train stay away from the noise of the world and enjoy the peace of mind and the conversion of soul. On May 7th, 2011, when two Russian tourists returned to Xining from Lhasa by train K918, they left their leather bags with cash and passports on the train. The conductor Shen Jie contacted the owner quickly and returned to Zhao completely. Russian tourists sent a letter to Sheng Guangzu, minister of the Ministry of Railways, expressing their sincere gratitude, and at the end of this letter, they said earnestly that you must praise their noble personality and excellent work style, efficient work efficiency. He also said that after returning to China, he would publicize the Qinghai-Tibet line with his own real experience. 2011 nian 6 yue 29 ri. The whistle sounded long, and another series of cars left Golmud station in Gobi small town. Let’s go. Let’s go together and take the train to Lhasa. Memories Qinghai Phase II opened five years every day, filled with emotion: order drums Ray, snow-covered plateau warm air blowing. Red Flag Fluttering Nanshan mouth, rail recumbent rack North. The surging Yellow River reflects Kunlun, rolling the Yangtze River eastward. The peaks are soaring and singing, and hundreds of thousands of sails are chasing. The Dragon winds through Qinghai-Tibet, and the roof of the world shows its power. Sonorous wheel snowy, national unity zhong wang gui. Kunlun Mountain have Pilgrim, yuzhufeng ding shan silver. The world railway can be called the best when galloping across the five beams. I would like to extend my high respect to the builders and management maintainers of Qinghai-Tibet Railway. Note: Nanshankou: 27 kilometers south of Golmud, starting point of the second phase of Qinghai-Tibet Railway. Tanggula Station, 5068 above sea level, is the highest railway station in the world. Wudaoliang, 4415 above sea level, has always been over Wudaoliang, hard to see the name of father and mother. Yuqomolangma: With an altitude of 6178, it is the highest peak in the eastern section of Kunlun Mountain. 2011 nian 7 yue He Qinghai Phase II opened five anniversary Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…