Sailing in the vast sea, getting lost, sailors will be buried at the bottom of the sea; Trekking in the vast expanse next door, getting lost and traveling to the wilderness; Seek the light of hope in endless exploration, lose your way, and you will miss your success and regret it for life.
Only when we set out can we reach our ideal and destination. Only by working hard can we achieve brilliant success. Only sowing can reap. Only by pursuing can we live a decent life.
A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
A refreshing night wind came to my face, as if all the troubles and fatigue were ignored, and every nervous nerve in my body was gradually relieved; On the river wrinkled by the wind, there are layers of ripples, reflecting the deep red light, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; The small bamboo forest in the distance glows with green light, the bamboo leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, and the wind blows the rustling sound of leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky is chasing, teasing and tearing at the clouds.
Looking down, a small river-Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the glow of sunset glow add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful image of bamboo and the magnificent glow of sunset glow make Xiaobeijiang more cordial in people's hearts; Several small fishing boats came home and drew sparkling water lines on the river.
This is like the ending of a symphony, which is beautiful, but gradually turns into silence, causing endless feelings in people's hearts, paving a layer of touching poetry for the evening on campus: "Lonely smoke in the desert, the long river sets the yen" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red" is its mature charm; "Love on earth is too late" highlights its tranquility ...
Gradually, gradually, the night came, and the intoxicating dusk still appeared in my mind. The beautiful and charming scenery deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts ... were immersed in this indescribable "dusk map", and I also fell into this inexplicable feeling.
Unscrupulous northwest winds and north winds make the sky cold and blow off the leaves on the trees. On a warm Sunday afternoon, I walked casually in the field with my friends when I was idle. Roadsides, ditches and fields are all trees. I remember I often walk here in summer. At that time, rows of lush trees brought green all the way, which reduced the intense irritability of the road and made my mood refreshing and cool. Today, this path has long been covered with fallen leaves, and the yellow leaves are clustered together in various postures. The loose-leaf carpet makes a "squeaky, squeaky" sound and feels particularly comfortable.
The west wind hunted, "Hua …" The dark yellow loose leaves on the branches left the tree and danced in the air. The posture is elegant and natural. Some small leaves spread their light children and jumped. The slender Ye Er is like a boat in the west wind, with palm-wide leaves waving to show that we will meet again next year, and the pink Chinese fir leaves go straight underground. Looking at the fallen leaves dancing like flowers, I suddenly feel that the fallen leaves are so beautiful, just like butterflies in various forms chasing and playing in the forest, and dancing like fairies, dancing in the forest with the melody of "the sound of the waves is still the same" and quietly returning to the ground in the farewell of the north wind.
The wind is bright and clear, which adds new colors to the ground originally covered by leaves and makes it feel more relaxed and comfortable. Stepping on the dead branches of Peng Pengsong and looking at the colorful leaves falling in the forest, I feel so clearly visible. When children are familiar with flowers blooming and falling, and used to singing and dancing lightly, now they see the scene of falling leaves, as if green leaves are blooming in youth, and naturally they will think of the poem "Frost leaves are red in February flowers", full of joy and emotion, but there is also an unspeakable beauty.
One rainy night, the banana fell and fell, turning into the loneliness of an empty pavilion. White lotus has paved a clean platform, leaving behind the lonely tail of the Millennium, and there is not a moment worth singing in a low voice in the Millennium. While waiting, I caught a glimpse of alternating prosperity and decline. Romance remains the same, there is no dancing sleeve in the world, and the memorial service will be ruined. Who saw the faint smile in the flickering candlelight ... The bamboo forest wind passed, and Tsinghua swayed, which could not stand the faint silent spirit. Walking alone and cutting strings, there is no shadow at night, and it is the most difficult to level. Sleepless, resigned, giving up countless prosperity, the color reflected by dew is the condensation of a clear dream overnight, inadvertently falling into infinity, finally breaking into a warm kiss, and then dying.