go for a walk
A man was on his small stone road,
I will walk around barefoot,
Because it's so comfortable,
But walking back and forth all the time seems too boring.
So I put on my shoes.
After walking out of the house,
I am holding a small bamboo whip in my hand and waving it as I walk.
I hope I can have good kung fu.
Walking, walking,
I walked to the river,
I saw the river become dark and dirty.
I left sadly,
I can't play in the river anymore.
Walking, walking,
I walked to the foot of the mountain,
I see fewer trees on the mountain,
I can't see any birds on the branches.
I bowed my head sadly.
A classic prose poem about walking: walking in the afternoon
afternoon
Lake micro-step
Soft shadows fell into the lake.
It is broken.
Into glittering and translucent pieces
The breeze blew the weeping willows on the shore.
Tilt a weak body
Thousands of twigs droop.
Chun Yan slapped the lake.
Afraid of breaking this
Intoxicating silence
only
-Whispering ripples on the circle.
Weixian County, Xia Guang
The lake is red and blue.
Such as ink splash dyeing
Who is it? Unfold oil painting scroll
Roy Mountains.
faintly discernible
Shen You highway communication
Like a fairyland.
The soft lake wind is blowing gently.
Slightly lifted my heartstrings.
At this moment.
I smell it.
Quiet lake
And your breath.
A classic prose poem about walking: walking
The fog shrouded gently.
The tranquility of tonight's night
The moon shines on everything.
Are you my shadow?
Walking on the road in the moonlight
The footsteps are melodious and far away.
I miss this wilderness.
Wandering in your dreams