Self-width

Confucius said: the wise are happy with water, and the benevolent are happy with mountain. Mr. Zhou regarded it as the philosophy of life, and spared no effort to pursue the territory in real life. When he was a little idle, he would be like a superior person traveling around, heading straight to the embrace of mountains and rivers. Every time I came back, beautiful pictures appeared one after another, with wonderful ideas. I felt a little fascinated when I first heard the saying, but I smiled after a long time. In fact, I am not addicted to mountains and rivers. Since I was born between mountains and rivers, I dare not say that there are hills and valleys in my heart. But as long as I close my eyes and concentrate, the mountains and rivers, plants and trees of nature will come to my mind. I think it is not the beauty of landscape, but the emotional color that people give to landscape. When the spring breeze is proud, happy and comfortable, I only feel that the mountains and rivers are beautiful, birds and flowers are fragrant, and even when there is strong wind and rainstorm, I am bold; When I am lonely and unhappy, depressed and worried, I feel the cold wind and rain, flowers. Therefore, how many well-known chapters of love and landscape are added in ancient and modern times. Of course, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, traveling around the mountains and waters not only gives you knowledge, but also can be regarded as a good way to release pressure and release your mood. Take your joy and sorrow and step into a strange land, let every new discovery and every new understanding permeate your thinking, thus affecting your emotions. Therefore, what makes us excited, surprised, obsessed and sentimental is not the landscape, but what we have never heard of and seen before. Landscape is just the carrier. In this way, self-cultivation does not mean indulging in scenery, and living in seclusion still has the feeling of wearing clouds and moon, and leaning against Flowers and willows. On a hot summer night, why not push the window to the moon, listen to the sound of frogs, swim in the shallow memories of childhood, and relive the innocence of strings of bare feet and mud. In the continuous spring rain, why not take an umbrella to face the wind, open the young girl’s feelings, read the graceful posture of youth, and look back at the smile once. Why don’t exposure winter warm sun, Yanjuan reveries, Rapture world Heart tour ancient. In the golden breeze, sip tea and listen to the clear and elegant rhyme of the silk and bamboo strings. Why don’t you put a needle into the thread and weave a piece of beauty, which is considered to make you admire yourself alone; Why don’t you leave a dragon and a snake and splash ink, which is considered to be arty. Let’s put aside the worldly disputes, cultivate a good mood, listen to the rhythm of spring flowers and autumn moon, appreciate the coquettish of Tang and Song Poems, cook the taste of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and weave the beauty of neon clothes and feather clothes, when you are addicted to this moment, you will marvel: it turns out that there is a different world in my heart, and this is the real paradise! Maybe you will think this is the opinion of a little woman, the feeling of a little woman. Alas! Weisi people, who will return with me? 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…