On the way (selected writers)

A vast world is arrogant. The steep rocks are reserved. When I stood at the foot of the mountain and raised my head, I suddenly felt a tragic shock. The barren mountains are solemn and bleak. The ingenious workmanship of nature made the mountain and the water into a royal house across the river, and it was lonely all the way. It is the scenery that I am longing for to share green mountains and green waters. Living in the city, everything is blocked by the cement wall coldly, and there is little natural feeling. A tree, a grass and a piece of green are all poured with wisps of natural love. The mountain is still that mountain, and the water is still that water, but I always feel less and feel close. Wandering in the hazy world, the folk houses on the hillside are like a bright pearl inlay, which decorate the quiet mountain to be extremely enchanting. Work mountaineers here life work and rest, who put the fireworks brought to this desolate mountain. No one knows, and maybe they don’t want to know. But there is such a group of people who live here very comfortably and leisurely. Few people in the outside world know this paradise. The combination of mountains, forests, families and cooking smoke forms a unique scenery. I like to stroll along the path in the forest, with the fragrance of flowers invading and wandering, the bees and butterflies fluttering, and the ethereal mountain breeze blowing through the trace of coolness. I like to smell the smell of flowers and plants, and wash my mind inadvertently. Holding a bow of mountain spring, the sweet taste stretches. Hearing the sound of birds, you can see through the clouds. A few wisps of mountain flowers are swaying in the wind, which makes you slightly graceful. One person, one flower, one world. The mountains and rivers reflect on the blue sky, birds and flowers are fragrant and misty. The long call, the days ahead have a long way to go. I always want to leave some thoughts, but it feels like a flash in the pan, with a kind of sadness and sadness of frustration. Embrace each other in the blooming season of spring flowers, and say goodbye to the days when autumn leaves drift. Life is a little clear, cherish what you have today. The second stranger is flourishing, a little tangled. It is really difficult to achieve the same goal because of the same aspiration. I am used to the unrestrained idleness and don’t like to be bound by too much restraint, so I always get hurt inexplicably. Following the rules of the game is bound to be bound, but there are rules to follow when playing, which is very contradictory. Registering a blog in Sohu was originally intended to amuse time and record the ups and downs of mood, but always facing the reality. So I broke into a strange territory in an accidental time. I have been rejected for many times because of my strangeness. So there was a kind of lost desolation, solemn and stirring free and easy, no longer playing. Leisurely reading, leisurely tasting tea. Sometimes I write my mood to myself, which is actually very pleasant. Many things are extremely counterproductive, and no one is an exception. Playing is a kind of catharsis of the soul, but also a kind of temper of the mind. The habit is always hard to change, so the thought of restoration suddenly appears, returning to nature. Hidden between mountains and rivers, passing the dust far away from the noise, but it is really hard to avoid customs. A wisp of sunset remains under the twilight. It indicates the brilliance of life. There is no way to escape from the continuous road, and the right and wrong of life is changed. It is true that there is a sense of desolation, but there is no fear. Vaguely in the market, you have to see through. Learn to reflect, make public, and be patient! The sharp contrast is a kind of continuous publicity and domineering, but also a kind of intriguing free and easy. Mountains and Seas embrace each other, and Heaven and Earth are connected. Perfect scenery transplant. The extended road leads to the stranger Ze country, which is very far away and very confused. Still Life wants to know the world, bleak and leisurely. Leave a little sigh of emotion in the mess. Right is a kind of pouring out! The third is indifferent and carefree. The dim back vanishes, and the heart is confused from now on. The days going forward were bleak, and suddenly I woke up, with the feeling of looking forward to dawn in the dark night, I dared to take a nap. Therefore, there was the so-called cool back of memory inscription and confused frustration, which combined into a kind of mental growth. Lost the impulse of the past, nostalgia in trifles. The distant wild goose has a kind of desolation, but it is still a difficult journey to survive. The silent ethereal wandered in my heart and wanted to make it public once, but the time wasted could not tolerate any falsity. I don’t like the love between the flowers and the moon. I prefer the sunny days, which are casual and plain, with few but tedious worldly wisdom. They are often intolerant by modest gentlemen because they are not confined to etiquette and customs. Once the sea was difficult to be water, no one could see the residual flowers, which hurt me secretly. There was a desire to be alone in ignorance, so I got used to closing myself into a narrow space, reading, relaxing, going on an outing …. I was happy with myself. Suddenly one day I found myself really lonely, and many of my friends hadn’t contacted me for a long time. So I opened the dusty memory to search for my former friends. Seeing the long-lost phone, I suddenly had an inexplicable impulse. The number you dialed is not in the service area. A kind of loss filled my heart instantly. The everlasting thought was sent off by this tender voice. Looking up at the sky alone, a group of wild geese flew by, thinking of him who once promised. The past days were sent away ruthlessly by the years. I felt a little relieved, and sighed with a long sigh that I still had to live. I am used to the graceful music, and I like the music of the moonlight night. So I recorded some moods in the hazy world. 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. 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