When I have endless pursuits and messy thoughts, I want to roam the scenery in the south and see the mountains and rivers in Guilin, but I am short of money. The dream is still haunted by the northwest wind and the feelings of hometown. How can you calm down in a city with dirty and noisy air? The idea of trying to get rid of it suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart. How I want to find a pure land and seek peace in the mountains and rivers. ...
Walking into the countryside and recalling innocent childhood in dreams can broaden our horizons, return to the years, catch dragonflies and butterflies, run happily in the fields, watch ants move, and play hide-and-seek with partners. Crawling and rolling on the loess slope, sprinkling a string of silvery laughter, leaving a crooked mark. ...
When I was young, chasing the piercing wind in the countryside could make my soul tremble. Poor brothers and sisters in the family are in the same series, and clothes are hard to cover their stomachs. Under the oil lamp, my mother's warm eyes were carefully mended, and I was sent to a bright school in trouble. I cook potatoes and a Tang poem, and I swallow my stomach with tears of longing, turning it into infinite power. It is very interesting and beautiful to help my mother do housework after school. Joy is still surging in my heart, and happiness is still with me ...
It is a kind of pain for me to walk into the countryside and think hard about the troubles of middle age, to get rid of that kind of boredom and humiliation, and to get along with some people who have a heart in mind. It is a distortion and betrayal of one's soul to conceal oneself too much and carve a false me. Pastoral makes all manners return to the true nature, and people no longer need to dress up and pretend to be gentle. How comfortable and comfortable it is. When it passes through the fiery heart, it seems to become a colorful red, a white cloud and a ray of sunshine, revealing a splendid world and weaving a halo of joy in life.
Walking into the countryside, I saw farmers working hard, and all the hardships were condensed in the fields. All the sweat is spilled on the heavy fruit, just for a light meal, but I have such a great mind, a shame, a guilt, a reverence and a love for music. My tears flowed quietly, and after passing through my heart, the dust in the world was purified. Looking at the folks who have worked in the northwest for generations, I am attached to the nurturing feelings of the loess high slope, and I feel that my mind is open and my eyes are bright. I no longer crave the publicity of the Philistines, and I no longer deliberately pursue what I can't get. Nature holds up a natural and realistic me, a dust-free and extraordinary me
Looking up at the blue sky and cloudless Wan Li, my thoughts drifted away with the wild geese, enjoying the rare quietness and profundity of the city on the fallen leaves, chewing the beautiful image and sadness of spring in my heart, and singing songs that are bitter or sweet or warm. Who can get drunk with me and know each other year after year? Who can keep me company, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and watch the clouds? Enjoy the full moon again? Ah pastoral, my dream, I hope you can accompany me to the end of my life and let the sunshine and rain shine on this beautiful world.
Pastoral makes all extravagant hopes turn into inner sweetness, creates a natural state of mind, and lets the wind of nature and Buddha sweep away all the dust in our hearts.