san yue footsteps

Spring is chilly, warm and cold. Through the black streets at dawn, the four fields were still the main color of gray. The Breath of the Earth became more and more intense, and the birds and dogs were playing as prelude again and again. The morning mist yawned heavily and stretched itself. It was constantly settling down. The sound of the little worm emerged from the dead branches and leaves, which were as thin and long as silk drawing, and stung!, the Horn of this festival pulls the Earth from the stiff dream state, and a new day begins. When I got up, I wanted to find a partner for myself to run to the east to welcome the sunrise. Slim colleagues are not cold-resistant, so they have to run to the place where dreams are born by themselves. Maybe there are many people who meet each other on the road of life, and the lonely warriors always choose to walk alone excitedly. Life is a lonely journey. Every life has a different posture on the stage of life because of the different songs it sings. It’s not surprising, but I just feel that life is rich and colorful, which makes my eyes look good and my heart look good, I feel much calmer when thinking of this. Walking out of the humble dwelling, the horizon of spirit was broadened. The birds and insects were no longer so depressed. Listening to their voices and seeing their shapes, they spoke freely and jumped freely. I could only be a passerby. Every life has its own way of thinking and living, and others cannot understand the fun in it, so they continue to hurry on without disturbing them and give life some respect. The bleating sound came from the side of the cliff. It was the sound of eating and enjoying beauty or the resistance under the whip. I was not a lamb, and I didn’t know their bitterness. It can be imagined that the happiness index is not high from the rapid cry. The same is true for us human beings. We force you to eat when you don’t want to eat. No matter how delicious it is, no one is willing to do it. A beautiful picture scroll lost its color because of the Shepherd’s drive. Do what you like and live the life you want. As long as it is not related to law and morality, you cannot do it too much. I think sheep think the same way. In the field of March, cattle and sheep enjoy themselves in the real countryside. There is a kind of voice called Teana, which refers to the natural voice of creatures, which is the singing of the original ecology of life. It needs to be settled in March, and the noise of floating dust falls on the plain, so the wheat seedlings in the field will be happy. Sitting on the bank of the cliff, looking at the Loess Plateau, the face of vicissitudes spread in front of me. The historical marks of the ravines and valleys cannot be wiped out, and the Shaanxi Opera is still attached to the Shepherd’s heart. If it were not for this stirring roar, this culture would disappear quietly and would never be retained. In the ridge, a row of rape raised its waist. How much courage did it take to support the solemn station, the hum of breath, from far to near, and the delicate sound of insects, stirring the flowing music. The children of that group of early-trained Qin Le class sat on the canal bank early, lined up and touched the heartstrings. The sound of footsteps is either far or near, or urgent or slow. The footprints on the road are either light or heavy, deep or shallow. I can’t figure out who left the notes. Those who go far have gone far. The Dream Chaser who was on his way continued. He saw that the East was already blushed, waiting for his cry, regardless of the sigh and bitterness behind him. Behind him, the sound of the train wheels knocking on the rails was sonorous and powerful, and the whistle was also sung. The footsteps of tractors, motorcycles, electric cars, bicycles and morning exercise people sounded together. I knew that spring was coming, I have heard the colorful seal of the Prelude. When I got home, everyone planned the opening of the magazine selected by writers together on the Internet, which set off waves in my heart. I heard that the spring thunder in March had already sounded and everything had regained consciousness. The sky is drizzling and crisp, and the grass color is far away but near. It is the best spring in a year, and the best is that the imperial capital is filled with smoke and Willow.. 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. 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