1 when the first touch of fish-belly white appeared in the east, I woke up with the crow of the rooster. Take the upper terrace and bring fresh air. Looking at it, it was all green, and overnight, green shoots appeared on the branches.
With my parents coming to the mountains. Everything is quiet, and people can't help but lighten their pace. Smoke fills the air, as if a faint veil hung over the Woods. As in fairyland, people are floating. I dare not wave, for fear that all this is an illusion.
Through this forest, you enter a lawn. Walking on tiptoe in this dense grass, you can see every meadow clearly with your head down. At this time, the fog has dispersed, and I suddenly found that the crystal dew is rolling at the tip of every grass, shining strangely like an oriental gem. They are trembling and swaying, which makes people feel pity.
Carefully bypass the lawn, climb the steps, quickly walk down the hill, look up at the sky, and there is a dense foliage overhead. The sun is shining brightly, floating on the leaves, coating them with a golden light. Fall on the bird's head and put a halo on the bird. Twittering birds, their crisp songs add infinite vitality to the morning.
Koizumi tinkled in the distance and followed the sound carefully. Unexpectedly, I found it hidden among rocks. I took a cold cup of "first water in the morning" in my hand and wiped it on my face. How cool.
At last, it was completely bright, sitting on the stone bench by the roadside, looking at the towering mountains, listening to the tinkling of cold springs and smelling the fragrance of the Woods. How beautiful the morning is.
I like the morning, its beauty, its tranquility and its unique environment.
I like walking. Walking can not only relax me, but also help me learn many natural words.
Every year on New Year's Day, today is New Year's Day. On Sunday morning, I walked on the path. Although it is Sunday, many people still get up early for a walk.
I walked aimlessly forward, and suddenly I was shocked by what I saw-it was a very flat grass with a ray of golden sunlight shining on it, and the grass was so green that even the idiom dictionary could not find words suitable for it.
I can't stop for this little bit of green, I can only keep going.
But I didn't take a step like a walking corpse-although I was walking, my heart was in that long and narrow green. I shook my head hard and tried to forget this piece of green, but this piece of green still occupied my brain.
I think: I wish I could go to a more beautiful place than that! I started running towards the woods, and was led by the woods. I was fascinated by the Woods again, but as soon as I came out, I thought of the meadow again. I ran to the grass again, grass or grass, sunshine or sunshine. I started walking around the grass.
Suddenly I feel that the grass on the grass is like a child and the sunshine is like a mother. I smiled and continued to walk around the grass.
Round and round, minute after minute. Reluctantly, I came home, opened my composition book, wrote down everything I saw during this walk, and also wrote down this meadow, named it "Walking".
Yes, mother's love is as great as the sun, except that the sun cares about grass and the mother cares about children.
I like walking! I like grass! I love my mother more!
As the saying goes, walk a hundred paces after a meal and live to ninety-nine. After dinner at home, I went for a walk in Honghu Park with my parents and grandparents.
In the evening, the sun sets, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, walking on a clean path with lush trees on both sides, forming two green barriers. The fresh air and cicadas from time to time make people feel fresh and comfortable.
Today's temperature is obviously lower than a few days ago, and people feel much cooler. The cool evening breeze blows on the face, which makes people feel refreshed and extremely comfortable.
On the grass, the grass stretches in a refreshing day and lies lazily, but the flowers still dance freely with the wind; In the slightly dim sky, unknown birds flew in front of me in a hurry, reminding people of the word "tired birds return to their nests"
Step by step, unconsciously, we have walked a long way to the Buji River. Unexpectedly, after years of regulation, the water quality of Buji River has improved, the turbid black river has become crystal clear, and the once turbid river bottom has become a cement canal. There is no rubbish everywhere on the riverbed, and the pungent smell has disappeared. Although it still has a faint taste occasionally, it's no big deal, which makes people very surprised.
After a while, I came to the lake in the park and saw several people fishing around the lake at night. Looking into the fish pond, I saw glowing fish floating on the water. Because of the darkness at night, the fish floats with light, much like the stars falling on the lake. It floats slightly on the water and attracts attention.
Suddenly, the light of a fish float flashed, someone lifted the fishing rod up and slowly pulled it to the edge of the pool, and a fish kept tossing back and forth on the water. I really saw the fish I caught, and I was as happy as the fisherman of that fish.
In this way, while walking and watching, time passed unconsciously. When we got home, we could see from our tired feet that we had walked a long way today.
Ding-dong heard the sound of raindrops dripping outside the window. The rain is particularly clear, like the sound of bees flapping their wings. They closed the window, unlike the storm outside, and the room was as warm as crawling in their mother's stomach.
The door opened gradually, and there was a little panic in my heart. It can't be a thief "Hey" scared me. So it's dad. He didn't take an umbrella, and his body became a drowned rat. I quickly took a towel. In case of catching a cold, I took out a quilt and covered him. He said, "We haven't gone out for a walk for a long time. Let's go for a walk. "
We are all fully equipped, just like people who are going to travel. Now let's start the forest exploration.
We walked into the forest, where it was particularly fresh, lush grass and blooming flowers came into view.
Look! It's a monkey. They show their life skills in the trees climbing the jungle. I watched them freely shuttle through the bushes and became fascinated. Suddenly I was startled and thought it was a tiger. I said, "Are you looking at this monkey?" It turns out that the tiger is my father. I don't think he understands my fun.
We turned to another part of the forest and walked on. We saw several withered trees. I went forward and took a closer look! That's a chameleon. I was surprised that my father found out, so I caught it easily with my own hands. I found that the chameleon gradually disappeared in my father's hands. It changed color. It's amazing. I quickly want to take a photo with it, as hot as soup just out of the pot. I asked my father to take pictures for me. Eggplant! I put the chameleon on the ground and ran to look at the photos. What? The chameleon is missing?
We continue to explore the colors of the forest. This walk was very pleasant, and it also made me feel the strangeness of animals. I chose a path, they went home happily and the rain stopped.
I don't know when I began to like walking. That kind of walking with family and friends on the streets of a noisy city makes my heart quiet and serene. I later found that walking alone on the mountain road and listening to the sounds of nature was the most attractive thing for me!
This year's Spring Festival is not as lively as in previous years. Many people have their own homes in the city. The mountain village, which used to laugh and laugh as soon as the Spring Festival came, became quiet! I was free that day. I looked out of the window. I was attracted by the golden rape blossoms and the ferocious mountains. Walking from this side of the bridge, I heard the murmur of water under the bridge. Sleeping fish jump out of the water from time to time under the sunshine, and birds are noisy as always.
Unconsciously, I came to a path. This road is so familiar and strange. It's always there, but I've never set foot on it! I can't wait to continue. Rape flowers pass through my fingertips, and the green leaves on the tree touch my face. The trees here are hanging too low, like a dying old man. I feel ashamed to see bees working hard in the flowers! A mountain suddenly stood in front of me, and climbing it was my childhood dream. Now that I'm grown up, I'm not in that mood!
I walked on, and it was still the gurgling sound of running water and the rape blossoms all over the mountain. Really not fresh. I suddenly feel relaxed, in the embrace of nature, and my pressure disappears. I continue to speed up my pace and enjoy this happiness.
At the end of that road, I knew I should go back, and I waved goodbye to it. Run back in a hurry.
I used to come to these places to play and fight with my friends. But I missed too much. That day, I met again. Although we have met before, we don't know each other. Now I really feel its charm, and it represents the beauty of nature!
Walking in the mountains, walking in the noisy city. Calm as water, carefree!
During my stay in my hometown, besides playing at home and watching TV, maybe my favorite thing is walking.
Walking is always what we do after supper. Walking can keep fit and kill time, but we all go except rainy days.
The sun was still shining yesterday afternoon, and we had a nice dinner. Just like a full pony should go out for a walk, or it will get fat. Grandma and I took the lead, sat on the bridge and went downstairs. We can see two old people playing Tai Chi leisurely. Sitting on the boardwalk by the river. There is also a feeling of reaching the top. Looking at willows of different shapes, some branches fell to the ground. We have to hide. Next to the story is a long river. The river seems to be in this calm afternoon. It has also calmed down, but the river is covered with green grass, flowers, vegetables and reeds. While fluttering in the wind, it seems that there is endless helplessness.
I looked for it for a long time, because I was very tired after walking so far for the first time, and I also said hello to the people I made along the way. But most of them were brought up by grandma, and I watched from behind. Because I don't know many people, I can only watch them talk and comment on me from time to time. Oh, I nodded vaguely and waited until I finished talking with them before continuing on my way. This has happened many times.
This time we walked over and then moved to the star supermarket to meet them, such as playing Liu Zi. Go to the supermarket according to dolls and other things. And grandma is also dancing square dance in the square next to her. Go your separate ways before going home.
There is always a straight road in my heart.
On the way forward, it is inevitable that there will be doubts and ridicule, and there will inevitably be silence and sleepy exams. You will taste life, failure, ups and downs, and run to a given realm, with no one around, lonely and tired, but did you really win?
Even if you are the richest man in the world, you are still running, which is really unparalleled, but on a person's road, the front is unknown and there is no shortage of houses in the rear, and no one can enjoy this "success" with you. However, whether you will be lonely or not, this endless road is far away, but there is no direction, no warmth, and you will enjoy glory.
Running is undoubtedly a commendatory term, and running forward is a "duty" that everyone must perform. People firmly believe that if you don't advance, you will fall back, but some people say that life must keep sprinting at full speed. I'm afraid no one can say that the scenery on the road is actually worth stopping, or, go ahead in another way, even if it's slower.
On the road of life, running is of course important, but the highest level of tasting life is to feel the world with your heart. Yes, feel the world with your heart, and feel the so-called pain even if it is a small stumbling block along the way, but running is an all-out process, and you have no time to take care of those things outside. There is only one road in front of you, although this road is impassable. Under careful consideration, walking is easy, it is a time for a person to rest. A person has been running for a long time, and his body has long been bruised by time. Walking is a kind of aftertaste, recalling everything I have done in the past. Savor every minute of the past, and whether you have lived a full life. Only when one learns to walk can one look to the future and bow to the past.
Walking is not only a liberation, but also a deep-rooted mode of thinking in our hearts. Learning to walk means learning how to look at yourself, how to make yourself better, how to surpass yourself, and even how to achieve yourself.
Sometimes, walking is also a success.
At four o'clock in the morning, I sneaked out of the house.
There is still night in the silent street, and they will be pushed out of the sky by dawn in an hour. Sanitation workers have already gone to work, waving big brooms and dressing up for the streets. Here comes a lonely stray dog with dark yellow and loose fur. At first glance, it looks like a beggar disciple. I saw that it arched its head into the garbage dump and didn't seem to find its favorite breakfast.
I continued to walk, looking for those inconspicuous corners in this familiar street. Ahead is the Volkswagen station. Whether it is a working day or a rest day, whether it is sunny or rainy, it is crowded with people who go to work, people who go out to play, and even people who have just taken shelter from the rain. On weekdays, I came and went in a hurry, but I didn't find any change-the plastic transparent shutters were changed to black opaque to better isolate ultraviolet rays, but this obviously couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the sun. After a while, the station will become as stuffy as before.
I gulped in the fresh air, which was mixed with the smell of earth and the faint fragrance of flowers. Fresh air is a rare luxury in the bustling crowd. Today, I was lucky enough to "steal" a few mouthfuls, which was regarded as "glad you came". The breakfast shop passing by the corner has actually started to open. The boss has just returned from the market and is chopping the meat into minced meat. It turns out that the steamed bread here is handmade, so it is no wonder that it will attract Fiona Fang neighbors several miles away. Never tire of eating, there is always a "long queue" at the door of the store.
I walked slowly back to the community, and the sun in the east was getting up lazily, covering the early risers with a soft golden veil.
After shopping, I quietly opened the door, but I smelled the smell of egg pancakes. Mother is preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Her egg pancakes are the best in the world. Suddenly, my mother spoke without looking back: "Stop hiding and tell me where you did something bad this morning?" I smiled and said, "I went to steal beauty."
The knocking of high-heeled shoes, the rustling of running shoes, the dull sound of shoes landing, the figure of cars leaving the dust, and the fast-moving bicycles and motorcycles that started with a bang are all kinds of life. Something stubbornly surrounds us. We always seem to cut to the chase and run from one node to another to encircle the earned world.
On the road of life, you should go forward bravely and run towards the set goals until you succeed. Adults constantly use these inspirational words to inspire everyone and use these words as the driving force for busy life. What if it succeeds? Being content with the status quo and staying here is obviously not in line with the original intention of "going forward". Then, if you rush to the next goal again, does it mean that you will pursue it all your life and live in "imminent success" and "success"?
This is quite boring. Why not slow down, enjoy the scenery along the way, and taste the so-called "success" of life in the most relaxed and elegant way, without being obsessed with speed or ending. No matter how fast or slow it is, it will reach the finish line. Take advantage of the extra time, slow down, feel the warmth and coldness of human feelings, go to Qiu Lai in spring, and taste a flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi. This is much better than rushing.
Ronghao Li sang in Forgetfulness Book: "I won't go until I find the answer." . I don't think so. Whether you find it or not, the answer will always be revealed at the end. Why not go for a walk? Being alive is a great experience. If you are too obsessed with the result, you will always give up your precious feelings. It is better to walk on the long road of life and form a picture step by step.
Comments: A science sister-in-law is cool, and writing such a philosophical paper is still excellent. This is a good attempt.
After dinner today, my mother and I went for a walk outside and suddenly walked into a maple forest, where I saw a lot of scenery. Below, let me share with you!
Walking into Fenglin, as the great poet Li Shangyin said, "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried by the coming night"! There is less and less sunshine in the Woods. I don't know whether the sun has set or the leaves here are too dense.
After a while, a gust of wind blew off some leaves, and the leaves rustled. I thought to myself, "It's obviously spring, why have all the leaves fallen here?" It's obviously spring! My mother seemed to read my mind and said to me, "Don't mind so much business, let's play together!" "After a while, I picked up a piece of advertising paper and quickly folded a plane, and the plane flew out. When I went to pick up the plane, I suddenly saw a man skipping rope, which rustled the leaves on the grass. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the leaves everywhere.
A little further, I see a wide lawn. The grass on the lawn is green, as if it were painted with green crayons. This is really a beautiful oil painting! After a while, I smelled a smell, which was the smell of grass.
Further on, I looked more and more carefully. I found a few drops of dew on the grass. I also saw a little bee on a flower. It is buzzing and busy collecting nectar. After a while, I found that the dew on the leaves was gone, and I wondered, did the bees drink the dew? This must be a very sweet wine.
It's getting dark. I should go home. I looked back at the ray of light on the horizon and went home reluctantly.
1 1 The sun is hiding in the mountains, and it's getting dark. My parents and I are walking on the path.
Dad had already driven out, but at the suggestion of mom, the car stopped in the park.
This road is very narrow. There are only tall trees and lush bushes on both sides. There are no traffic lights, no cars, no cool air and no rain. It seems that we will continue to walk on this short and endless road.
Dad walked very fast and rushed ahead alone. Leave us mother and daughter to walk slowly. "Who is chasing you?" My mother suddenly said something that woke me up. I looked intently and saw that my father was really making an "escape" gesture.
It's getting darker and darker, just like coal for barbecue. There are not many pedestrians on the road, and now there are even fewer. Late at night, there is less noise and it becomes quiet.
Suddenly, a drop of water appeared on the back of my hand, then two drops and three drops. Dad ran back to drive.
My mother covered my head with her hand and hid under a big tree with lush leaves.
I looked up and looked at the strong tree and anxious mother with immature eyes. It's raining harder and harder, and water drops fall, but dad hasn't come home yet. The weather has changed. I looked at my mother for a long time, and suddenly I felt that I was everything to my mother now.
Soon, my father's car turned from the intersection, and my mother picked me up and ran into the car, so fast.
Looking out the window, a drop of rain, and then look at the sweat on mom and dad, I was speechless and my head was blank.
The rain, gradually stopped. On the leaves, the last drop of rain is still thinking about whether to go home. I know I have gone home, a home made up of my parents' strong bodies.
Excellent composition for walking 12 Walking on the wide road, the breeze blows over your face. Look up at the sky, blue sky and white clouds. The weeping willows on the roadside have sprouted green buds, and the birds are singing heartily. The trees are covered with red flowers and green grass. Looking around, it is a green wheat field. The smell of spring is everywhere. Spring is the season of sowing hope. Spring sows the seeds of hope, and autumn will be fruitful. Life is the same. If there is no hope in the heart, where does success come from?
After passing the traffic lights, people who come and go stop and wait: turn left, turn right or go straight. The numbers on the display screen are jumping happily, as if greeting people kindly. There will be many such crossroads in life, and different people will have different choices. There is no right or wrong, right or wrong. Because none of us are in it. The roadside construction site is a busy scene. A super-large-scale community is being built here, but it was still desolate last year. On the same road, some places have the same scenery, while others are completely different. So is the road of life. Different times, the scenery will be different.
The vegetable market is very lively. Beautiful music seems to help people get rid of work fatigue. There are gentle light music and cheerful Jiangnan customs. All kinds of people are smiling with satisfaction, as if enjoying the prosperity and hope brought by this city. There are all kinds of goods, fruits, vegetables and eggs on the stalls ... these old people who stand stalls come from the surrounding countryside. They are simple, kind and honest. Although every day is hard, I also enjoy it.
In fact, life is so simple, natural and real. I like walking, and I prefer the scenery along the way.
After dinner, a person, feeling comfortable, came up with the idea of taking a walk in that path.
Speaking of the path, it's just a stone road with bushes on both sides. A hollow stone gate divides the boundary between primary school and middle school, but I don't know when it was built.
I walked on this road, behind me was the silent night, and the wind rustled the leaves. Alas, I don't know when I planted several osmanthus trees in an orderly way, but unfortunately the osmanthus trees have withered and scattered all over the floor. I stepped on the slate carefully for fear of hurting these yellow petite bodies. Walking on the golden path paved with osmanthus flowers makes the words on the slate under your feet clearer and more vigorous. Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Tang Yin. One famous calligrapher after another, the word "Wenhai" has been generously and powerfully interpreted in many versions.
Blink of an eye, after reading all the famous artists, it is also the end of the road. At present, there is a hollow gray stone wall, and then look around, everything is so quiet and so retro. Turn around and walk back, you will appreciate the art of calligraphy again, because of the intoxicating twilight: dark green leaves, brown and black trunks, crimson plastic runway, everything is so comfortable, so refreshing and refreshing, so refreshing!
Outside the column is a public road, which looks so simple under the strong light of street lamps. Occasionally driving a car or passing by a person just keeps my campus quiet! How quiet! Only me and the world, only music belongs to nature, only jewelry belongs to nature, ah-how harmonious! I have to admire the ingenuity of nature, such as osmanthus, green leaves, vines and so on. It is a tacit understanding with modern architecture!
In this way, I was immersed in the dusk of the campus, so I walked back to the classroom from the intoxicating dusk!
The early morning of the weekend is a good time for young people to sleep in, but I am pressed by my studies to squeeze in time for a walk.
It was spring and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants. I breathe the air of nature and feel very comfortable.
The "hissing" cold wind flies by my ear from time to time. Although it is spring, the wind is still strong. With the wind blowing, I saw a light umbrella-dandelion in the distance. It swayed in the wind, just flew three meters away and was blown five meters away by the wind, but it was not discouraged. It flies in the same direction. He flies higher and faster. Why are you flying so fast? In such a hurry? So eager? I was lost in thought ... I finally understood that it is so anxious, so anxious and so eager because it has only one thought in mind-I want to fly to my mother's arms, because it has a childlike innocence that never gives up, is not afraid of difficulties, is not afraid of wind obstruction and does not look back!
I was lost in thought again. Dandelion didn't stop to achieve its ultimate goal in order to fulfill its wish, even if it was smashed into pieces. Compared with me, I am ashamed. Often give up because of being teased, insulted, bullied, laughed at and frustrated. I always keep my head down and never resist. Therefore, my classmates always laugh at me. From now on, I will hold my head high, work hard, be tenacious, and strive to pursue my dreams. I can't give up because of others. I can't lose face because I'm not as handsome as others. I want to have my own dream!
This trip, I not only appreciate the infinite scenery, but also know what is the ultimate goal of human life. Thanks for the inspiration from nature, I love nature! I like walking!
Excellent composition for walking 15 "We are just too busy to pass by beautiful things unconsciously."
During the holiday, our family had dinner together. My mother's words broke the peace. She said, I finally have time. Let's go for a walk after supper. I want to refuse. I thought it was hot and time-consuming, and the road might be attacked by the "mosquito army". Suddenly, she added, "Everyone will go. I know that this statement cannot be rejected, and I know that everyone is a big team. "
After dinner, I barely followed the pace of the big team. Maybe the road is too boring. I suddenly opened the floodgate of conversation and chatted with my companion.
Or chat too happily and drop out of school unconsciously. My mother found out that we dropped out of school, ran to the back, found a stick from somewhere, and jokingly said to this big team, "In front, I don't care who is behind, whether you are a big friend or a child, I still play!"
My friend and I smiled at each other and knew that she was talking about us. We should make 36 plans-walking is the best plan. We ran very fast and reached the front of the line, or because we had been together for a long time and had a tacit understanding, we didn't make any noise and quietly enjoyed the scenery along the way. Half of the sun is exposed on the top of the mountain. I think it's salted duck eggs that have been shelled and salted. If you pinch them, you may be able to squeeze out some oil and water. The sky, power lines, sloping roads and pedestrians in twos and threes are full of saturation.
Let me have a new understanding of this summer. It is no longer the wind oil that fills the nasal cavity, and the tiredness is still coming. It is no longer the summer I hate, and it is no longer the summer when I feel sleepy about everything.
It's like "I learned later that the sun can't be liked by everyone." You say warm, I say dazzling. Who can not be scolded? " This sentence can be understood as summer is different and multifaceted. To love it, the scope of love is not just summer.