Rain zhong lei Yu Road

Hurriedly, I went on the road of rolling Yu again. It rained all the time. I walked on this road which I had walked back and forth for more than 300 times, and I was familiar with it and listened to the sound of rain outside the car window, seeing the wiper blowing crazily, the car passed under the steep slope of the cliff, the superficial joking still couldn’t suppress the hair in my heart. Raiyu Road, a road with an altitude of 2180 and a total length of only 36 kilometers, is called the most precipitous life passage by journalists. I remember that Le Ke Er once mentioned in a diary that Chen Jie, a volunteer and psychology professor, said that if you love someone, send him to Le Yu Road, because it is full of adventure and stimulation; if you hate someone, send him to Lei Yu Road, because there is horror and fear. In fact, today’s Luoyu Road is not as terrible as they said. In my eyes, Luoyu Road is the road with the highest safety factor among all the roads in the pass, however, it is better to be careful when not passing the subao River. When I went up the mountain, I felt the air was filled with freshness. Although it was raining, I couldn’t help opening the window to watch the scenery that was linked with mountains on the road of Lulu. In the rain, there is a different view every time you see the road. Sometimes pieces of floating clouds twined around the mountainside, sometimes thick fog permeated the whole valley, sometimes mist gently and freely floated, and sometimes covered the path of the mountain stream, sometimes, let the grass forest be covered with soft gauze, which makes people dream endlessly. For the rain, I am like it as well as fear. I like the light rain on my body, just like playing a sound of nature. The rain touches my heart, washing away the dust and mud all the time, it makes people forget the flashy noise and feel more poetic. I am afraid of rain because the sudden rainstorm will destroy farmland and mountain forests, which will threaten people’s lives. In fact, rain is just like flowers and trees. Whether it can become a scenery depends on people’s mood. She will not come because you like it, let alone because you are afraid. When it was almost on the top of the mountain, the rain became smaller. The cloud and mist slowly climbed to the top of the mountain, and the curved road seemed fresh and clean. I really want to stop the car and walk alone in the rain with an umbrella in this mountain, which will definitely be an extraordinary feeling, just like being in a fairyland. Climbing over the volcano, overlooking the Yuli village, surrounded by clouds and mist, and then covered by mist in a blink of an eye. The peaks rising from far to near are looming in the misty rain, and the road of rolling Yu in the rain is particularly beautiful. er 0 yi er nian qi yue two day 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

I want to hold your hand

Time passed quickly, and the carefree little boy who liked to watch the blue sky suddenly turned into a young man who was wandering and didn’t know where to go. Something was always stirring in his heart. Dream, I want to hold your hand so that I can follow you to wander in the world. Dream, where you drift, I will turn into dandelion seeds following the wind ● Follow Your Wandering footprints. Wandering, let my own words fall on this ordinary land casually. In every article, it tells my wandering life, between every font, it is full of my heavy footsteps. Walking, looking for the rhythm of life, I become more brisk because of chasing dreams. Looking at the smoke from the distant kitchen, I don’t know where I will drift and where I will lose today, where is the dream? I kept looking for the wandering direction. I once imagined that sitting on the castle, watching the white moonlight, listening to the nightingale singing, doing what I wanted to do and living a quiet life, but this was just a fantasy, a dream, it’s just a unrealistic dream. But I have been trying hard to pursue, struggling to find the place where I can put down my dreams, the unknown Road and the spiritual sustenance. Wandering, wandering, wandering in the vast grassland, looking at the Running Antelope, looking at the mountains not far away, the beautiful scenery intoxicated me and fascinated me, I had to move out a small space to remember. After leaving here, I like to freeze the past scenery in my mind, leaving only the fragrance of talking about memories. Walking, I don’t know when the sunset in the distance will disappear from my eyes. Looking at the beautiful scenery, I stepped forward without worry. The sunset in the distance guided me forward and guided me forward. The dream in the distance did not know where to drift, I followed the wandering dream with the direction guided by the sunset and led me to the unknown Road. Wandering, walking through all the places in the world, leaving my footprints of talking, deep or shallow sadness. The beautiful past was fixed in my mind, placed in the scenery of the past, walked silently, leaving only the fixed picture. I want to hold your hand so that you can take me wandering. Wandering, wandering direction makes me lose myself, I don’t know where to go. Pursue, pursue the unrealistic dream I had made. The wind lifted my hope, took away my thoughts and kept me pursuing. I would like to put my dream in the most hidden space of my heart, put it in the beautiful upper water, and wander in the world with my bag on my back. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…