Walk in between heaven and earth

My life time was in the ancient town of Mengli water town in the south of the Yangtze River, where there were hundreds of officials. Behind me, there used to be small bridges and flowing water, white walls and tiles, flying willows, plum blossoms spitting incense, and a tranquil scenery. The water winds down from the Dragon Mountain, flows through the silent jungle, flows through the Yin grass, flows into the Cao E River, flows into the Hangzhou Bay and flows into the sea. Nowadays, hundreds of officials have become a riverside city in Shangyu. Walking on the straight and wide road, the Third Ring Road and the fourth ring road stretch under the feet. I stopped and stumbled, looking back at the dusk, walking between the heaven and the Earth, leaving half a century of life footprints clearly visible in the wind and rain. As long as the road of life is, the passing years will be long. In my memory, my life started from Huangni Road, baiguan Jiefang Street, in front of Hongmiao kindergarten in Yantou, and it was extremely difficult to walk on it with gold ingots overshoes to Huaihua Bridge. I walked from Lixin Primary School on the bank of baiguan River to baiguan Town Middle School on Xinjian Road. I walked from the border bridge to Baima Lake Chunhui Middle School. In the years when passion was burning, I was writing hard in the classroom, walking out of the campus to learn from workers, farmers and soldiers, rushing to the society to shout slogans and participate in political movements one after another. In the years when I studied Dazhai in agriculture, I walked into the vast fields, harvested golden grains, fought in the ice and snow, went up the mountains and down the sea, carried the reclamation of the sea and the Shangpu Gate shoulder to shoulder. In the years of reform and opening up, I drove cars, trains, ships and planes to travel all over the country, carrying bags and shuttling through the national department store ordering conference. I once went to Yiwu to set up a stall and set up a company at home when I was doing business all over the country, and sold my products to the whole country. Now I have traveled across the sea and traveled around the world, flying with dreams. I was still sitting in front of the computer desk, tapping the keyboard with beautiful words one by one, and fixing the ordinary and warm days into beautiful moments one by one, copying, pasting, spreading and infecting. The sun rises and the moon falls, Spring goes and autumn comes, the pace of time passes by in a hurry, and it will never return. Nowadays, few people have such rich experiences as mine. After half a century of life, I traveled all over the world and traveled all over the world. Because of my work, I have more courage and courage to go more, deeper and farther than ordinary people. I always sit on the moon and sing songs. I walk alone in those strange journeys with my sword in the sky. I am also used to living by walking with my luggage and looking for the happiness of life while walking. I am a dream-chasing person like Xu Xiake, walking between the heaven and the earth, my eyes are filled with dreams, and my heart is full of longing for the future. I have met many people and separated from them. I didn’t hope there would be any romantic encounter or romantic scenery all the way. I just wanted to sit quietly in the small restaurant near the street in other places, drink a glass of wine, watch the sunrise and sunset, and enjoy the loneliness quietly. Although a person’s walking may be somewhat lonely, he has tasted the sweetness and bitterness. However, when walking between the heaven and the Earth from one place to another, the humanistic scenery along the way will make your mind have a brand-new feeling and harvest for everything around you, after a period of precipitation, those long scenery left in the deep memory and the pile people and things experienced in the past will have a deeper feeling. This is also a kind of wealth in life, which is worthy of my life’s treasure. Walking between the heaven and the Earth, there used to be Li Bai’s romantic free and easy wandering around the world, and there used to be Su Shi who went to the east of the country to go through the waves. There was also Li Yu, li Qingzhao went to the west building alone. I walked between the heaven and the Earth with my traveling bag on my back. I once walked across the country, leaving my deep or shallow footprints and my warmth. I traveled far away with my traveling bag on my back, and the Camel Bell played the original lonely soul with soft rhythm. I traveled to the deep desert of a foreign country, looking for the dream in the wind and sand far away. How many unfinished love and unanswered calls do I have in my life? How many Mountains can’t be approached in my life, and how many running water can’t be involved in? I traveled through the reality, vicissitudes and fleeting years, walking between the heaven and the earth. The road ahead was so bumpy. There were cliffs and steep walls in high mountains, waves and reefs in the sea, and strong winds and sands in the desert, there are thorns and beasts in the forest. Walking between the heaven and the earth, I also experienced the steep Huashan Mountain, the great shore of Huangshan Mountain, the magnificence of Yangtze River, the mighty Yellow River and the vast and broad mountains and rivers of our motherland. There are also the vast ocean, the legend of the Strait, and the colorful exotic scenery. Walking between the heaven and the earth, I measured the land I love under my feet with my youth and passion. The luggage on my back was full of everything. I have collected years, life and many beautiful memories. When I open my luggage and put it under the bright sunshine, I will be found that the road of my life is so tortuous and long, Experiencing vicissitudes, my life turns out to be so rich and colorful with long lingering charm. I will collide the footprints I used to walk between the heaven and the Earth with the nib to spark. Now I am accumulating a book “walking between the heaven and the Earth”, and I will definitely keep walking and writing more and more. 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. 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