Not old trenchman soul Horn singing Chuanjiang (Impression Wulong Cup)

Walking into Wulong, I kissed the familiar land. In Chuanjiang, I still watched the deep canyon. I listened to the footnotes of the years, only the trumpet still rang, but the Truster didn’t know where it was? I don’t know where to go? Whether they are in the season of poetry and painting, or on the bank of Chuanjiang River, no, neither. Their figures are still in yesterday, and they are still in the memory of Chuanjiang River, quietly integrated into the connotation of the Chenzi culture. The trenchman left imprints in the years, and wrote praise words in the impression of Wulong! In Wulong, looking at the Chuanjiang River, the wide silver belt divided the mountains on both sides, from which the water transportation began. The original wooden boats carried the vicissitudes of time. In the days of slender, they have their own bitterness and happiness. The spiritual elements, such as marching forward one after another, overcoming difficulties and persisting in the long journey, all gathered into this thick rope, singing the chants of Chuanjiang River. The footprints on the shore left the memory of the years. Walking into Wulong, thinking about the past Chuanjiang, a wooden boat carrying vicissitudes, no matter how difficult the road under the feet is? It still needs the trenchman to extend it with love. Although the emergence of motor boats now replaces all of these and makes the former trenchman disappear, the history of trenchman’s life will always be written in the history of Wulong’s development, because the song of life condensed by trenchman’s warm blood and sweat is more magnificent, it is not only a display of striving and heroic feelings, but also a song reflecting the high tune, the characteristics of a group of people and songs. Impression of Wulong and Chuanjiang Chazi is not only a custom inherited by Wulong for thousands of years, but also a river of Chazi culture flowing from Wulong. After listening to the chants of Sichuan river and letting our memory travel through time and space, we can’t help thinking of the situation of grooming in the sunset. Ropes indicate their direction of advance, the old and young trackers hold hands and help each other to move forward, which shows the power of unity. The scorching sun is burning and thorns are ridden. They do not flinch. This is the essence of the slogan culture now, only with these spirits can we continue the wisdom and courage of the people of Wulong today and create the glorious history of the development of Wulong today. The essence of these songs is the source of strength for the civilization and progress, development and transcendence of the contemporary Wulong culture. The impression is Wulong, with clear water and green mountains. A boat passes by and the trumpet rises. It is the coexistence of spirit and culture. We recall it with memory and release it with thoughts. When we hear the footnotes of time, when we feel the profound heritage of the culture, we look forward to the bright prospect of Wulong. Although we are passers-by, we can’t help praising the rippling spring water of Chuanjiang, go to poetry and painting the towering Chuanjiang Canyon, and read the simple feelings of the people of Wu Long who unite and forge ahead. The soul of the young Trencher, the chant singing the Chuanjiang River, standing beside the Chuanjiang River to watch Wulong, taking off in Wulong, catching up and surpassing in Wulong, these are the impressions of my passing passengers, because the power of Trencher’s inspiration is. 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…

The beauty of a little rain, the beauty of a happy heart

A summer rain without an appointment came in succession, bringing a little bit of coolness. It has never rained since the beginning of summer. In a word, it is the joy of a long drought and rain, and the pleasure of a timely rain. The drizzle began to dance like a flower. Close your eyes and let the rain kiss your skin. The wind wrapped in the cool rain, running into your heart, soaking in the floating dryness of your heart. A touch of shallow sadness was gently waked up, the wind blew, and the dark fragrance surged. The night is as quiet as water, and the mist is as light as mist. The quietness of the night, the warmth of the night and the emptiness of the night are all so hazy and beautiful. In the deep sky, soft clouds were swaying, and a breeze carrying the rain blew across the balcony, touching the soft heart lightly; occasionally, there are several blurred flashing lights falling down to the ground through the milky white curtains, scattering broken silver all over the ground. A cup of fragrant tea, a little light, a wisp of ink, soft and slender fingers flow with all kinds of feelings. Sitting in the twilight of time, let the wind of time roll up the sediment in the bottom of my heart. The mood is like smoke, permeating, floating in this dark night. Chewing the smell of the night, pushing away the palm, sadness fell into the palm, and rippling into the circle ripples along the clear lines of the palm. I always like such a rainy night, quietly depending on the window, enjoying the quiet silence of the pure heart, a trace of tenderness passing through my heart, a wisp of thoughts in the night. Under the night outside the window, thousands of lights were on fire, faintly, and the lights were sparse. I couldn’t help breathing the fresh air greedily, washing away the dirt of my heart. Warm feeling, peaceful heart and indifferent feelings lingered in my mind quietly and lightly. Life is not as good as the meaning of ten out of ten. Living in the noise, we are inevitably fettered by pain, misfortune, adversity, helplessness, annoyance and trouble. Most of the time, our mood is as turbid as the ups and downs of seawater. If we put the seemingly turbid seawater in a vessel without any external force shaking, gradually we will find that it will gradually clarify, precipitate and have distinct layers. Impressively, we understand the simplest and understandable truth. Isn’t this part of clarification the happiness, happiness and success we already have? This clarification accounts for 2/3 or 3/4 of our mood, while the sediment is the pain, helplessness, adversity and failure that bother us. Although it is only a small part, it controls our mood all the time. When we face pain and misfortune, we choose to face bravely and be strong. We believe that pain is only temporary, and we believe that there will be rainbows after rain. Take all of these as different gifts of life and God’s love. Knowing that life can’t be regarded as a real life without suffering or wind and rain, but only through hardship, only in this way can we truly experience happiness and joy of success. Just because we choose to be strong, our mood will be happy, we will feel that life is sunny, and the sediment will naturally not affect our mood. If, in the face of pain, frustration and adversity, we are hesitant, self-complaining, pessimistic and disappointed, then the sediment deposited under it will be stirred up and filled with the whole vessel, the originally clear 2/3, 3/4 will become turbid. Pain, misfortune and adversity are magnified infinitely by US intentionally or unintentionally, so that we completely occupy our mood, and we will not have happiness and happiness, and our mood will be enveloped by haze, losing confidence in life makes the future slim. A Song of soft music, a touch of mood, the wind in the eyebrows, how much sadness, how much entanglement, come and go in a hurry, look at the sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light, stretch out your hand to hold a wisp of soft wind, my mood is as clear as water. The past is gradually moving away from my memory, bit by bit, deep and shallow, turning into a clear fragrance of flowers at my fingertips, flying all over the sky and splashing the red dust, Summer Rain, intoxicating people, and the night is as cold, time flows long, looking lightly at the ups and downs in the deep heart. Night, very quiet. Wind, cold. Rain, very light. A wisp of gentle wind warms my heart. Holding the charm of a piece of rain, the beauty of a happy heart. Gently lift the corner of life, quietly dust the sadness. 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