Beautiful articles on the trip, you can gain a lot on the road, like the beautiful scenery along the way, and like yourself happily. Let's record these beautiful things in words. Let's take a look at the beautiful essays on travel and learn together!
Travel Meiwen 1 street, cross the flashy city, connect our steps in series and extend to the end step by step. But where is the end of the road? At first, the wind disturbed the dust that should have been scattered on the ground, flying and quietly leaving towards the silence in the distance. However, we are all passers-by and can't feel the mysterious distance like dust. The story that belongs to the street is slowly buried because of the passage of time. The shadow of memory seems to fly away like the leaving wind, and then the dust settles.
We like traveling, so we went to many cities. Every city has left some stories, waiting for people who happen to pass by to guess slowly. Leave one city to another, and those who stay will continue to appreciate your loneliness or happiness. A brand-new train ticket takes you to the next city. Along the way, you can see the scenery. Some of those beautiful scenery are fleeting and quickly erased from memory; Some of them have a long history and can be recalled with a smile after a long time.
We write down every moment by heart, and after a long time, these can be recalled with life. Every wonderful freeze-frame enriches our lives. In the next city, you are an uninvited guest. Suddenly stepping into a city, strange and lonely emotions are common gestures on the road. But in the near future, you will gradually get familiar with the breath of this city, and this city will also get familiar with your breath.
You meet some people here, revel with some people, and grieve with some people. Everything that happens in this city is related to you, but it doesn't matter. Travel is a fantastic day. You break into a blank city and then leave with full memories. Maybe you travel a lot, you get used to loneliness and learn to be alone. When people are crowded, they don't feel like outsiders, so they can naturally blend in. You can smile when no one is around. You are your own world.
Loneliness in the journey can become very cordial because of the romance of travelers. Every landscape is an understanding. Walking in the bustling world of mortals, whispering and smiling with the years, meeting strangers with time and laughing with fate. A person's trip, a person's paradise.
Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, my uneasy mood has stabilized, and the true meaning of light clouds and light winds is what I feel after experiencing big winds and waves. Traveling is a wonderful experience. Everything encountered during the trip was so sudden. Maybe every night, moonlight and leaves can detect your forbearance. Other sleeping creatures, in dreams and loneliness, shouted loudly.
There is always a memory that blurs heaven; There is always a breeze that fills the sea of flowers. Walking forever, the heart is always far away. In fact, we all know this is a trip. Maybe an encounter will last forever, maybe a disappointment will last forever. We'll grow up and get used to it. Put away the loneliness of green grass, look at the end of the world and be close to the sun.
In the hustle and bustle of the city, it built a quiet harbor for my soul, and let me realize its true meaning in beautiful trips again and again.
Listen to a song flowing in mountains and rivers, taste fragrant tea, watch the exquisiteness of calligraphy and be calm. At this moment, burning incense and washing hands, sitting in front of the book case, a sense of sacredness arises spontaneously.
Hold the inkstone with both hands, brush off a layer of dust, and grind the ink block quietly with your heart. After a while, the room was full of ink. I spread out white and flawless rice paper, gently lifted the tube, dipped it in ink, and started a beautiful trip at the moment when I gently put pen to paper.
Gently stroke Xuan paper with a pen tip, from fine to thick, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes ... one stroke and one painting, relaxed, unhurried, freely retracted, and natural in one word. If forced affectation, the strokes will be stiff and dull, and there is no natural interest.
In order to speed up the strokes, calligraphy sometimes needs a little randomness, so wonderful changes appear in my pen. The ancients said that ink has five colors, thick, light, moist, thirsty or white, and the strokes correspondingly become heavier and lighter, or full and dry, or even empty and real, and fall on paper, which is really endless.
"The beauty of books is that they look good." Different forms of books give people different aesthetic feelings. Regular script is rigorous and strokes are stretched; Lishu has distinct layers, simple and heavy; Running script is smooth and beautiful; Cursive script, as described in Li Bai's poems, is like a cloud. Wandering in the beauty of calligraphy, I can't help but rejoice.
Gently seal the cymbals, and a calligraphy work appears. I stared at Chinese characters, lost in thought. Calligraphy is the most profound part of China culture. For thousands of years, it has been an important carrier for people to express their voices. Thoughts fly into the pages of history, and images of Wang Xizhi, Liu Gongquan and Yan Zhenqing ... all calligraphers will appear.
Suddenly understand that calligraphy contains the way to be a man: be as upright as regular script; Like official script, every stroke of life is meticulous; Like a running script, let nature take its course. In the ink, I tasted the true beauty of calligraphy.
Because of calligraphy, I got the pleasure of learning Chinese characters; I got a wonderful experience because of calligraphy. In the hustle and bustle of the city, it built a quiet harbor for my soul, and let me realize its true meaning in beautiful trips again and again.
It has been several years since Xi 'an's trip, but the scene of flying alone is still vivid and unforgettable.
That summer vacation, my mother and I arranged for the whole family to go to Xi. However, due to grandpa's sudden stroke, the plan was disrupted, and I was the only one who flew to Xi 'an alone to meet my brother and his family.
My mother took me to Huanghua airport. Before leaving, she gave me a thousand exhortations and finally said to me, "Why don't you go?" How can you give up such a good opportunity to exercise yourself? Hurriedly carrying the bag around, happily boarded the plane to Xi' an. On the plane, I sat next to a brother and sister. The next step is to spend two hours with them! I wonder if the trip went well?
Last day, the plane gradually stabilized and I waited for my favorite plane meal. However, I sat behind the seat, and no matter how I stretched my arm, I couldn't reach it. When my brother and sister saw it, they immediately brought me a pack of snacks and a bottle of water. I was so happy that I quickly said, "Thank you, brother and sister!" " They smiled and said you're welcome to me. This is really a good start!
Halfway through the flight, I saw the most beautiful scenery in history: the sun is shining, the three-dimensional Yunfu is in the sun, the light hits the clouds straight, the clouds set against the sun, and the light sets against the clouds. What a beautiful scenery! Looking at such a beautiful scenery, I gradually felt sleepy. Unconsciously, I fell asleep.
When I was sleeping soundly, I didn't know who was patting me on the shoulder or what I was vaguely saying. I woke up with a tingle. I saw a little sister patting me and anxiously saying, "Sister, where are you going?" Now that you are in Xi 'an, you will go to Urumqi if you don't go down! "I quickly packed my things and prepared to get off the plane. Before leaving, I gratefully said to my sister, "Thank you, sister! If you hadn't woken me up, I would have gone to Urumqi now! Goodbye, sister! " Sister nodded, carrying things safely away. Looking at the distant back of this elder sister, my heart is surrounded by warmth. So this is what it feels like to be helped by others!
The plane landed at Xi 'an Airport and I met my aunt who was waiting for me. Recalling what happened on the take-off plane, I feel warm again. This is really a warm trip!