When the hustle and bustle of the city drowns the soul yearning for freedom and harmony in the deep heart, then, in this deep winter season, perhaps the best choice is to leave the pressure behind and walk into the simple countryside to feel the tranquility, beauty and all the purest things. I wonder if it's because I'm too emotional. As soon as I arrived at this remote but quiet place, I began to sing excitedly, feeling that my whole body and mind were integrated into this empty and bright world. We walked along the mountain road to a farmhouse. Look, those beautiful girls have greeted us at the door! They danced happily and sang cheerful songs. Smile as brightly as a flower. Although I can't understand what they are singing, I can feel the welcome and unpretentious heart of the villagers to us foreigners. I walked into their team involuntarily. When they held my hand in a friendly way, I suddenly felt a little warm in my heart. Although the hands are rough, this kind of warmth and happiness is incomparable to anything. After all, it is winter, and the cold wind blows untimely. The villagers invited us into the house, and then brought some bowls of sweet glutinous rice porridge. I don't know if I've been in the city for a long time or something. Even this small bowl of things feels better than delicacies. Surrounded by simple furnishings, there are ancient wooden cabinets, ebony chairs that can squeak when you shake them a few times, and some white incense sticks in the steamer that has begun to fall apart in the kitchen. It turns out that there are such simple but delicious things besides chicken, duck and fish. The weather improved slightly in the afternoon. We walked out of the gate and into the deep blue mountains. Along the way, we met many villagers. Surprisingly, each of them greeted us with a smile. I was moved by those simple and sincere smiling faces. The road is still long and the hay rustles. I took a deep breath, oh! It turns out that the air here is so fresh and natural without any impurities, and my heart has been touched again. "Ha ha, you can't catch me!" Where did that childish voice come from? Looking back, I saw a picture in my eyes: several young children were playing games happily, and in the middle was a child whose eyes were covered with homespun. Hehe, such a carefree childhood, compared with the so-called "little princesses" and "little emperors" sitting in front of video games or televisions in the city, this simple and satisfying life is really desirable. I heartily enjoyed the intoxicating scenery. Is this inner purity calling me? This charming mountain is like a profound philosophical poem and an elegant aria. A lot of joy came into my heart. The cold wind blows on my face and caresses my thoughts. In fact, the beauty of the countryside in the middle of winter has many treasures that we have not found; In fact, we complain about the ugliness and hypocrisy of everything, often only because our hearts are not pure enough, our eyes are not deep enough, and our feelings are not keen enough, but also because we have bound our thoughts with some secular agreements; In fact, as long as you feel it with your heart, you will find the beauty in life. After enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountain, I walked back along the mountain road. Everything suddenly became so familiar. The only difference is that there are fewer villagers on the road, probably because it's getting late. The ground is still frozen, but the skin is wet and dripping with water, like a strong man who has finished heavy work, wiping his sweat. Gradually came to the foot of the mountain. The children have graduated. They were carrying old military bags, wearing patched clothes and a pair of worn-out sandals. But the children don't care about these, still humming cheerful songs and enjoying their own happiness. There was a tinkling sound in the farmhouse yard. It turned out that farmers were repairing farm tools. Loose heel wire; Replace the bad ones with new ones. Don't tell me it's really like that. After a farmhouse meal, we are about to leave this gorgeous place, and it is inevitable that we will be disappointed. Just as she was about to get on the bus, an old lady who was over sixty staggered out of the room, holding several red cloth puppies in her hand. She said, "You are here at last. Here, this is a gift specially prepared for you. Don't be disgusted! " Suddenly, my eyes were moist, and this move of the old lady completely touched me and made me see the purest heart. Oh, country, winter rhyme! It seems that a hazy poem was written on this beautiful land, which was felt by the affectionate countryside. Listen, there echoed an ecstatic call: "beautiful country, I love you!" " "