Go with You wandering

Wandering does not have to go far away. Wandering is just a kind of mood. The travel distance is not the standard to measure wandering. It is said to be wandering far away. Actually, it doesn’t care about the distance of the journey. What it needs is only a psychological state of self-deviation from the distance of the heart. In the afternoon of early spring, I made an appointment with my friend by phone or text message and said: I want to go wandering with you. So we agreed on the joint location and set off for the appointment immediately. On the way to the date place, I hummed San Mao’s olive tree with brisk steps and bright mood: Don’t ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away. Why wandering, wandering in the distance, wandering for the flying birds in the sky, for the light streams in the mountains, for the broad grasslands, wandering in the distance, wandering is to give up the purpose and let the mood push, let time and space indulge, pure and natural, free and free. If there is a purpose, it is tourism; If there is no purpose, it is wandering. Wandering, what I am talking about here is a kind of mood state that ignores and forgets the reality, and is free from control, free from Will, floating with the waves, and anything. We don’t arrange the trip, but just wander aimlessly, which may be what people often say, but I like to use the word wandering to express it. It seems to be more suitable for the mood at that time. A person wandering in the street is a little lonely and lonely. With friends, the soul is not lonely. In this chilly spring afternoon, I wrapped my collar tightly and wore a hat to resist the cold wind and dust. I went to the Lakeside to overlook and trace along the riverside, if you are thirsty and cold, you may go to KFC to have a cup of coffee or milk tea. There are no rules and directions, as long as you feel that you have no troubles and no fetters. The path may not know where to go, or may return to the original path, like looking for something lost on the way. In fact, as a wandering person, the heart does not ask where the road is, but only in the boundless aimless wandering. It is a surprise in the already abundant mood to encounter mountains, water, bamboo forest and ancient Locust all the way. The conversation was also aimless, wandering casually in any topic, saying one sentence in the sky, one sentence on the ground, or even without the sky or the ground at all, unrestrained and unconstrained. Just forget in a wandering state of mind, forget the reality in it everyday, even the familiar scenery and blocks, also get out of it, forget all at once, it seems to meet the scenery and characters here in another time and space. Don’t have to think about it, don’t feel familiar or unfamiliar, let your heart wander in this wasteland of time, let yourself be free in any space, at this time, I am me, no one can control, only the people in front of me, only their own heart. We took back our hearts and went home separately. This wandering ended here. How good it is to start at any time and end wandering at any time, to be free and carefree! For me, that kind of wandering who risked his life to go to the desert, to the barren mountains and to the ocean for exploration is not worth mentioning. Have you ever tried such wandering? Maybe you will also like it, like a gust of wind, wandering around, letting your body and mind wander in the shallow warmth of early spring! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

In Twilight Walker

It faded away from its shyness and charm, and it was too late to be lingering. There was only warmth and brightness left in the air. Loquat is early yellow, pomegranate is like fire, flickering in the clear and clear smoke light, teasing me to climb up and face insurance. I always like to stand on the flat top of reinforced concrete, looking around disappointedly, overlooking the shuttle traffic and waves; I always like to walk alone on the ochre and brown cobblestone riverbank with the surrounding mountain scenery and a WHIP of residual photos; Or, climb the decadent peak in the trenches, look at it for a long time, and date the Cangshan Mountain like the blood of canyang. However, there is no cold in the air, and the sunshine is not heavy at all. Where should I look for the setting sun of my ancient road? A burst of firecrackers surged up, and it was sure that another treasure shop opened in such noisy and impetuous air. Finally, I lost my mood. It seems that such a season and such a sunny day will not have my love. Wait for rainy days. The rain really came. The Plum was yellow and it rained near dusk. He hurriedly took an umbrella and looked for the rain lane filled with lilac flavor with full hope. The passing CMB splashed a dirty mud on my trouser legs, then a motorcycle, CMB, and another motorcycle. They raised water all the way and laughed wildly. Where is the place where I am wandering? Only escape. Flee to the path between the mountains, to the Dingdong stream, to the pine forest with the breeze rippling. What’s more about the surroundings: The mountains are still green, the birds are still chirping, and the sun is still smiling like flowers, which one cares about your face and mood? Suddenly, my heart was relieved, thinking of the story that Zhizi suspected his neighbor. Yes, if you dress up in the mirror with a heart of sorrow and hatred, what you see in the mirror must be a sad face; And when you face it with a drum of joy, what is reflected in the mirror must be a bright mountain flower. The environment is made by the Heart: whether clove is sad or not, whether neighbor’s son is a thief or not, and whether dusk is declining or not are all in your mind. Everything is in your heart, the outside world will not change because of your mood. The green mountains are still the same, and the green water keeps constant. Dusk is dusk, why do you have to dig the long-weathered Tang and Song poems in this busy figure? Why don’t you go to find your own Inn, wash away your exhaustion, and make plans for tomorrow? For the endless travellers in the dusk, there is a ready-made poem for you: I must reach my goal before sunset, and I will climb the rough mountain and step into the gentle valley friends, be the Walker in the dusk? Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…