The buildings are getting taller and taller, but the sky is getting smaller and smaller; the roads are getting wider and wider, but the speed of cars is getting slower and slower; the population is increasing, and when help is needed, people take the initiative to reach out. But there are fewer and fewer. This is a restless and noisy era and society. The high-speed society threatens you to rush forward exhaustedly! Without peace and tranquility, without thinking and imagination, I don’t know where I will drift.
Looking back, through the thorns and chaos of temptation, you can still find a small piece of blue sky that belongs to you, and you can also understand the inner voice of nature.
In the early morning, the brilliant sun rises for me, shining on my soul that has no sense, allowing me to appreciate and savor life again. Life is splendid because of the sunshine, and rich and colorful because of the perception of nature. The clear blue sky is where my soul takes a walk, and the white clouds in various shapes are the gorgeous flowers that I have no time to pick. The flocks of pigeons flying in the sky carrying their whistles carry my thoughts far away.
Walking in the silver moonlight, sipping a cup of richly fragrant and refreshing tea, and listening to the wonderful voices of music masters, you can't help but be moved by the words and pictures of these voices. The forests of Vienna bring alluring freshness, the blue Danube River rushes with exotic customs, the trackers of the Volga River tell of the hard work; the Yellow River screams for the soul of the Chinese nation, the Spring River is full of beautiful scenery and the moonlit night, and the Butterfly Lovers express their sadness and sadness. Hope, Erquan Yingyue tells the story of peace, tranquility and a touch of sadness.
Being on the vast seaside, you can feel the soul of the sea and the poetry of the sea. The sea in summer is impetuous and noisy, as if to drive away the unbearable heat; the sea in spring is quiet and peaceful, like a beautiful and shy girl, longing for the arrival of the beautiful prince of love; the sea in autumn is open and high, like a mature The young woman tastes the ups and downs brought by life with a peaceful mood; the winter sea is deep and far away, like a man in his forties who is resolute and sober, giving him responsibilities and obligations.
In the drizzle season, walking in the small towns in the Jiangnan water town, the garden landscapes of different styles are the perfect representation of art, cultivating your sentiment. The willow silk on the shore is the girl's flowing long hair, full of charm; the green bamboo forest is the graceful figure of the girl, which is sultry; the cobblestone path under your feet is cordial and warm, and is a quiet path leading to nature; occasionally The awning boats floating on the water are records of history, carrying the fishmen's hard work and hopes.
Walking on the path in the mountains, the water hanging upside down on the rock wall cannot be called a waterfall. It also made me realize the artistic conception of the waterfall hanging in front of the river and the Milky Way falling in the sky. The weak trickling water of the creek wears away the edges of the bare rocks. The sun and the moon cycle, year after year, polish the round pebbles. The meaning of life does not lie in the vigorous and vigorous, but in the constant flow of small water, and the dripping of water through the stone. Such a life It also exudes calm splendor and serene splendor. The birch forest in the distance tells the heart-stirring love story. The lover who can never be erased from the girl's heart has turned into a tall and straight white birch. The breeze blows through the treetops, and the trembling sound of the broad leaves is the young man's whisper to the girl: Come on! bring it on! In this birch forest! There is still snow in the sky, only the pigeons are flying, come on! bring it on! In this birch forest!
The surface of the river is still calm and the water is still clear. Fish fly freely in the water, and suddenly there will be fish jumping out of the water to see clearly the world above the water. The green hills on both sides of the bank are alive with green trees, and they are a little mysterious. Birds chirp from the forest, and soft songs float from the water. The boat is sailing in the water, and people are swimming in the painting. Unknowingly, the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. What is left behind is the poetry of mountains, water, forests and birds.
Nature does not exist because of the continuation of human beings, but the continuation of human beings is inseparable from the existence of nature. I understand nature with my heart, and nature repays my understanding with words from my heart. I will not take away the natural plants and trees, nor the natural mountains and rivers, but I will take with me the natural mood, natural beauty, natural imagination, natural voice, smile, and the nature that nature has given me. My wish
Everyone has a wish, of course I am no exception. My wish is very ordinary - to be a writer.
Words are lifeless, but if you have a "wonderful hand" and a "magic pen", the words can stand out under your pen and bloom with its unique style. Depending on your writing style, your words will become more colorful. They are ever-changing, they are endless, and they are omnipotent.
Zhang Yueran, Guo Jingming, Zeng Wei... these are all famous authors. I like their unique writing style and their words wrapped in the gorgeous clothes of loneliness. Their words cheered one by one, as if actors in colorful clothes had found the stage, where they sang and danced under the flashing neon lights, showing their beauty and excellence to the "audience" in the audience. I was deeply attracted by the pulsing characters—the words that were brought to life.
I began to envy those "behind the scenes" workers under the stage with colorful neon lights. Without their wonderful "rehearsal", then these well-dressed "actors" on the stage can only perform" Parting ways” dance. If so, what else are we, the “viewers,” going to see?
Since then, I have developed a special emotion for words, and I longed for the ability to control them, so I began to try and write novels.
I pieced together the fragmented words I had written before and turned them into novels. I know that it is indeed very difficult to write words with emotions, anger, sorrow and joy with my current writing level, but I will not be discouraged by this - since I am willing to try, I have already made it. Be mentally prepared for failure. I do not demand that I must write some wonderful articles or phrases right now, but I will never allow myself to fail again and again.
I will succeed because I have already embarked on the road to success. I will keep going and bring my words with me. I will let them be like me on the road to success. , exercising myself and my words while "climbing mountains and ridges". One day I will package my words in unique clothes and send them to the stage. I will shine the most colorful lights on them. No, I will remove the lights. I want to tell the "audience" that there is no Even with the lanterns, my words are as dazzling and radiant!
I will move closer to the writers I admire, and even become one of them. I will use my words to pave the way to them. I believe that when I reach the end Looking back at the road we came from, those words will be even brighter and more dazzling. Take my words with me towards success and towards my wish! I sat quietly in front of the window, looking out at the flying dust and the raging wind; looking at the cars speeding on the highway still puffing out exhaust fumes; looking at the chimneys of the factories in the distance emitting wisps of black smoke like the devil's claws... I My heart aches, and the last painful cry of a bird seems to be ringing in my ears, man! Are you going to make the same mistake again and again?
I do not deny the greatness of mankind. They create this world step by step and make it so colorful. However, while they are satisfying themselves, they have deeply hurt the animal groups that regard humans as their friends, and they have brutally penetrated the green barrier that once protected humans from wind, sand, rain and cold. Human beings are destined to be punished for their actions. Finally, the strong wind invited the sand grains to come to the habitat of humans. Facing the sinful humans, they vigorously vented their inner hatred and sorrow. The streets and alleys were filled with flying sand and rocks, and it was too horrible to see. Traces of nature's conquest of mankind were everywhere: a house finally couldn't withstand the sudden blow and collapsed helplessly; a large store risked financial risks and stood in embarrassment on the locked store door. A sign was hung: "Business closed due to weather conditions"; a farmer looked at the uprooted wheat seedlings with pity, and tears quickly fell; an old man with a white beard looked at the chaos in the sky and was filled with emotion : "This is all retribution! It is a disaster caused by man's own hands..."
Poor human beings, how smart are you when faced with the demonstrations and challenges of nature? Where is your intelligence? Where is your old arrogance? Don’t you claim to be the master of nature? Don’t you have the power to change everything in the world?
Oh, humanity, wake up! It's not too late yet.
In the "Carrots and Cabbage" column of the Metropolis Channel, a young "green messenger" floated in. She traveled around Tibet with her companions, cleaning up garbage and plastic bags along the way. She has truly realized the crisis of mankind. : Residents at the source of the Yangtze River are in urgent need of water! She sang "Changing Face" softly, warning people: Nature will "change its face" one day...
My heart was surging, and for a moment, a ball rose in my heart that I couldn't get rid of. The flame - I want to be a "green messenger". I want to say to nature with deep self-blame and apology: "I'm sorry! I want to call on mankind to fight endlessly for the cause of the survival of man and nature." .
——This will be my wish that will never change.
Let green cover the earth again - this will be the wish of all mankind!