Walk

Industrial Park Road in small western suburbs, because far away from downtown, here Natural some eerie silence. Because there were few people and cars, the old trees and flowers seized the opportunity to attack the city and land, making this area Fat. It seemed to be full of green all the year round. The short trees on both sides of the road last year are not short this year. The lush branches and leaves block the sunlight, making the singing voice of cicadas appear rough and bright in the shade. There were flowers under the trees, and the breeze came and the flowers were swaying and combined into a series of quatrains of Tang people. I a person walk. The air in the suburb belongs to everyone, and I also belong to me. I can swim slowly in the air. The breeze is the blue waves on the water, rippling beside me. You can walk alone in the countryside as you like. It doesn’t matter if you walk slowly or quickly. No one cares about you even if you walk backwards with your hands behind your back. No one cares about you in this world, even if you put a condom on your head in summer, no one cares about you, but it does not mean that the world is shameful, so shameful that wearing a condom is not a rape. The Sunshine passes through the leaves and leaks down one by one, like broken time. The Street is bright and dark, and stumbles down at dusk. Walking in this silent suburb was nothing more than me. The old woman walking the dog seemed to have followed me for a long time. The old woman had white hair and chicken skin, but the dog was small and exquisite, wearing a necklace with a silent bell hanging around her neck. Although I lived in the same community, I knew nothing about the old woman. Every time I saw her, I would see dogs. The old woman snuggled up with dogs. The old woman looked solemn, and the dog seemed always smiling. I stopped and found that my previous judgment was purely self-sentimental. Not the old woman followed me, but the dog followed me all the way, not the old woman holding the dog, but the old woman holding the dog. It seems that dogs are more lonely than old women. The dog looked at me for a moment, with a melancholy expression, which seemed not to be as smiling as just now. He screamed at me for the first time and led the old woman forward hurriedly, it must have heard the thunder rumbling in the distance. It is indeed to promote rain. The heavy rain poured down like no one else, ignoring my existence. If there was no industrial park road beside the heavy rain, there would be heavy rain on the industrial park road, only heavy rain without Road. Now that I have been wet, I will no longer find a place to take shelter from the rain, so I simply take the initiative to turn myself into a drowned rat. There are also flowers along the road that become drowned with me. They are more embarrassed than me, stumbling and scattering all over the floor. The wind is smaller than the rain, and the rain that slowly goes away seems to have a sense of indifference. Continue to walk. A small house appeared beside the road, quietly located in the bushes. Sitting in front of the hut, the dog looked at me with a serious face. It seemed that I was more stupid than a dog, just as if I didn’t know that it was windy and rainy, and people would be drenched into a drowned rat. The dog with serious expression told me that I would be stupid for a long time. The raindrops were wrapped in the hut, and someone played a violin in the hut. Is it an old woman or the owner of the cabin? I stop and listen. I once met an old man here, who was thin and clear-looking, and could whistle, play erhu and sing some old songs. These music were all pure sounds of nature, sometimes a Bing, sometimes it was He Zhanhao, but the old man was neither blind nor Professor. He was a genuine folk school. The dog didn’t let me approach the cabin. At this moment, it swept away the smiling face just now, and stared at me with standing feet, which was full of hostility to me. This is not to say that the dog’s temperament changes quickly. Just like the previous weather, it was still clear, and the clouds were dense and the rain was torrential. Dogs keep their secrets for their owners. In order to maintain a long-term friendly relationship with the dog, I turned around and left. The night was not deep, and a tree flower lit up the street lamp. Flowers are the soul of trees, which are mottled and stacked like carpets hanging in the air. If there is clear water below, it will form a beautiful reflection, but unfortunately there is no. You will get lost when walking alone. When you get lost, you should consider the meaning of life. What’s the meaning of life? I won’t walk when I know the meaning of life. There is a tower at the end of the Industrial Park Road. It is said that it was first built in the Southern Dynasty. The man who built the tower was an eminent monk. It is said that he likes stone carving. Many characters are carved on the cliff of Chongshan Mountain in this area, and, treat these words as rare treasures and completely understand the meaning of these words. I will go to see the tower for a walk tomorrow. The reflection of the tower in the water is clear and clear. If there is wind, the reflection will be broken. If the wind is strong, only the glittering light can not see the pagoda clearly. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. 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Jingzhe rain

In the early morning, the pattering rain gently knocked between the dreamlike and the non-dreamlike. I woke up in a trance and vaguely saw glittering water falling between the window lattices and quietly blooming. The rain, like a silk screen, gently enveloped trees and houses. The hazy water vapor was dense between the heaven and the earth, just copying this morning into a light ink painting. There is no wind, which makes people wonder whether it is still in the dream. I closed my eyes again, feeling the sound of a season that had gone away. At this moment, it was wrapped around my ears like the sounds of nature, and a little slippery and soft crept up my heart quietly, even though I got used to the cry of the north wind in winter, I couldn’t help believing too deeply in the suddenly silent morning with dreams, but I still firmly believed that this spring started from this moment. Unexpectedly, it was just a sudden sting. On this day, the third solar term of the 24 solar terms. It is said that when it comes to the sudden sting, the weather gets warmer and the spring thunder begins to sound, and the insects hibernating in the underground are awakened. The insects stretched themselves, opened their sleepy eyes and listened to the faint Thunder in the distance. They knew that it was time to go out for some activities. The sunshine shone on my body, the green leaves are fresh and green, the red, white, yellow and pink flowers compete with each other, the blue sky and white clouds are within reach, how comfortable it is to grow up freely in such a world. Thinking about it, the insects are more and more eager to move. And there is no time for flowers and trees to whisper any more. They stretch out their hungry bodies and absorb the nectar of nature greedily. Life is gathering strength in silence, which seems to be a moment, it can be willow green flowers red, fragrant flowers all over the sky but wait a minute, put your thoughts slowly, and then slow down, let it keep up with the pace of spring. Because of the rain curtain, the weaving suddenly became messy. At first, a gust of wind changed the direction of the rain, and then the little snowflakes came into it. The snowflakes grew when they saw the wind, when I grew up, I began to fly all over the sky. The lingering charm of winter is still struggling, and the vitality of spring is also recovering in vitality. In the entanglement of seasons, life goes round and round. This should be the way of nature, changing in silence, step by step in sequence. The shocking rain was covered with snow, floating on the gap between winter and spring, cold and warm edge, which made the growth of life have a deeper and epiphany. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…