Looking at the field outside the window, I quickly stepped back from my side, rubbed my sleepy eyes when I woke up, and stretched out my finger to try to block the hot sunshine, but found it in vain. It's a big blow to me, and transparent liquid often falls down.
It's summer, and it's threatening. Like others, I also think that the highlight of this season is to go to a place, then enjoy it, and then come back happily with a little unfinished.
So, I went to the place once called Chang 'an.
Chang 'an is good. There are generations of military strategists fighting, a thought-provoking Yangshao culture, a unique soldier and servant, the Qin Mausoleum, fireworks in March, and Iraqis immersed in Huaqing. One day, Chang 'an was replaced by Xi 'an. I can't measure whether the past and the present are equal.
I'm here because I don't know what's attractive here. I tried to understand before I arrived, only to find that my thoughts drifted by, leaving only a cool breeze.
Time flies with a smile in the next second. I wiped the sweat from my skin, picked up my camera and walked into Xi 'an, a place where I was so happy that I hardly wandered around.
Standing under the city gate, summon up courage to look up. Suddenly, I feel that the naked confusion has disappeared from my heart, replaced by stubborn beliefs and inexplicable shock!
How can it be called a city? Very old and prosperous. So happy and quiet. I can't squeeze out another word. I feel the power of this wall. It sees all the changes in the world, and it is desolate everywhere. I feel like the air is coming at me with endless cultural charm. Suddenly feel quiet, never heard the voice of the soul. I really have to hold my breath so as not to break the peace of this city. I really don't think it matters to stand here.
I can't say anything to describe the feeling at that time. I can only press the shutter gently and let the photo witness my mood. Maybe you can only have a real feeling if you really leave?
I'm stuck here from sunny to dark. It submerged people's irritability in reality and touched people's peace. Brightly lit, reflecting this nostalgic street, it has been inlaid with prosperity, giving people a new vision. There is scenery, affection, rhyme, historical review and folk appreciation.
I was fascinated by the ancient robot in front of me, just like a frozen picture. It seems that the old customs no longer exist, people come and go everywhere, and business and finance are crowded in this small paradise. But its simple taste, now fluttering, has not changed at all. ...
You know, how many 365 days have I waited for, just to get the warmth of being watched by this feeling again. I just want to embed the beauty of this moment in my heart and let it take root and grow into an eternal chapter. ...
On this hot midsummer night, there is a shallow wind blowing. I know that there must be fireworks and laughter around me at this moment, and Yan Dance is singing, shaking quietly like a treetop and rippling gently like a ripple.
Everything is fine and the dream is round. ...