As usual, I'm going to Shigu with Teacher Ma this morning, but when I woke up, I heard the sound of rain beating on the tin outside the window, and I suddenly became lazy. Or is Mr. Ma obsessed with him? What's interesting about climbing Mount Tai in the rain? I picked up my umbrella and walked into the rickety wind and rain with him.
Walking on the road chatting, I didn't realize that I had reached the Red Gate. Climbing up the stairs, Panshan Road is full of running water at this time, and the small waterfall formed by rain is flowing down the steep stone steps. Shops on both sides of the mountain road are open, but nobody cares. It's very deserted. Even the usually lively dog is lying quietly at the door, as if enjoying this rare sense of security. Looking at the shining blue stone under my feet, I somehow have a reverence for it. The wheel of history runs over it mercilessly, so that it can never find its youth again; The vicissitudes of time have already worn away its edges and corners, making its original stalwart body increasingly thin and weak. What can bring comfort to it is that from the messy footsteps, it once witnessed a scholar named Kong Qiu and a group of his disciples walking on it. Their high talk made it still audible, even their fluttering voices were clearly audible; From the chaotic figures, it clearly sees the unification of China, boasting? Gong Gai Huang San, German invincible? The king's domineering of the first emperor; It can't forget a thin-faced poet who walked alone. It was he who sent him to Daiding with his crooked body, so? Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. ? Sigh came with the roar of the mountain wind, and it still echoes in my ears.
After the Wanxian Building, large tracts of green flooded into our eyes. The dense rain is weaving obliquely, and every leaf on the roadside is green, so fresh and clean, so bright, as if there is a fresh life beating behind every leaf. A string of rain beads embedded in the leaves seems to be broken. They jumped and rolled, and Shure was gone. The grass is at a loss, and the raindrops shake off quietly in the arms of Mother Earth. Rain falls on the umbrella, pattering and pattering, making the stone road quieter and longer.
You can also occasionally see one or two flower umbrellas on the mountain road and walk through the mountain road and jungle in the rain and fog. Just after the Shuyu Bridge, I seem to hear melodious piano music mixed with rain and fog in the wind. Oh, is that in the front? A pavilion with high mountains and flowing water? . Stopping in front of the pavilion, my heart is wandering. Isn't it in this pavilion that the elegant Boya sits cross-legged, fiddling with the strings and listening attentively when relieved? Passionate piano music flows between Boya's fingers, shaking the trees, very sonorous. Suddenly, Boya aimed at the high mountain and said, As majestic as Mount Tai. ? After a while, Boya's heart was in the river, and he said, It's like a river. ? The mountain is still there and the water is still there. Where can I find a bosom friend now?
After crossing the pavilion, we arrived at the Stone Valley. Stone valley is surrounded by mountains. Longquan peak towering in the east, like bamboo shoots; Gungaoling runs across the west like a sleeping snail. Jianshui rushed out of the rocks in the northwest fork ditch, flowed into the stream and went south with the trend. Lao Zhang, who runs tea and breakfast, has opened a big umbrella at this time. We sat under the umbrella, sipped the old dry baking brewed by Ganquan, and lingered in the rainy mountains, relaxed and happy. Sweet and fragrant tea not only infiltrated my viscera, but also purified my soul. Sitting quietly in the arms of the mountain, I felt the vastness of the mountain and the humbleness of people. Looking at Longquan Peak in the distance, I don't know when a veil-like mist appeared between the peaks. From south to north, it seems that a wide white curtain has been slowly pulled over, and the opposite Jinsong and Yanyan have quietly disappeared without a trace. In a short time, there was fog on all sides, churning and spinning before our eyes. We are on cloud nine because we are in a dreamland, but we don't know when we can return to the world. The huge curtain is being gently swept away by a pair of invisible big hands.
Two or three steps away from the teahouse is the exposed stone. Known as? The originator of the big-character poster, the master of the list? Scripture, about 50 cm in diameter, has been painted with red paint. The font looks like a dragon and looks like a Buddha. After thousands of years of wind and rain, the scriptures have been eroded, the world has been beaten and expanded, and now it has been destroyed by more than half. In front of them, they can't support their heavy bodies, so they can only lie on their backs in front of you, whispering about their glory and the great changes and vicissitudes of history. I stared at these historical witnesses, and they took me to the Millennium ancient temple, where the temples were tight and the ancient trees were towering, so that I could sit and listen to the morning bells and drums and look up at the old trees singing. The bells are cadenced and the Sanskrit sounds are endless. These voices are harmonious and reverberate in the empty mountains.
Holding a cup in his hand, there was fog in front of him, and the water was gurgling in his ear. At this time, I don't know whether I am on the mountain or the mountain is in my heart.
There are rhetorical devices in writing landscape compositions. 2. Flowers bloom in early spring. Perhaps the spring and summer handover in the sky is like this. The weather has been bad, and the air is filled with gray lead, hanging down and unwilling to cry, melting the gloomy clouds. I don't want to let go of everything and let myself be full of sunshine and brilliance again. Fortunately, the flowers blooming on the ground thousands of miles away from them are still strong and unaffected by this negative emotion. I once again regained my confidence in spring. In this warm and cold early spring, I quietly listened to the fairy tales when the flowers bloomed in early spring.
The laurel of the four seasons in the garden is the most energetic. It blooms all the year round with old flowers that seem to have never thanked, and it also pulls out brown, red and green buds with the wind. Look carefully, cinnamon is always the size of a grain of rice, slightly yellow. The beautiful fragrance of autumn is crushed by the cold air in spring, and it silently and unconsciously passes through people who catch a cold due to weather changes. Even whiter than it, there is a kind of flower that blooms just right, the trunk is thin, and the petals have moist water vapor and fragrance. Exquisite and compact five pieces form a small crown to surround the core and soften the stiff and cold branches without leaves. Unfortunately, I asked a lot of people and didn't know its name. I had to helplessly look at the white noise in the community, campus and square.
Forget it, forget it. Nobody said anything? Don't ask her name, remember her more? What? Besides, there is no shortage of snow white around me, and there are many flowers worthy of attention. I won't let the spring in my heart be blank because of regret. For example, Magnolia and Magnolia, which began to sprout and blossom one after another, all lost their leaves in China. Straight to the sky, there are elegant magnolia and purple magnolia with wings, absorbing the breath of spring with open arms and brewing a better life.
When I was looking for flowers here, I gradually sank into the mist of spring, but I was awakened by the cold wind that often passed by. Suddenly I remembered the poor winter jasmine on Kaizhou Avenue. They are also in full bloom. Rhododendron is red or pink or white, iris is yellow or purple. Only then can I understand that there is a limit to the spring of nature, because I obviously love flowers, but I can't help frowning at them. Yes, they may be beautiful, but they are not free. I think it is neatly and carefully arranged beside the dust of Kaizhou Avenue on weekdays, and it has lost the vitality embodied by the freedom of nature. I watched them move out of the greenhouse for more than two weeks. I stubbornly refused to admit that they were created by nature and spring, and they were selflessly brewed by nature and spring.
So I fell in love with Camellia, and fell in love with Camellia. She blooms in a corner of the community, but it is the most amazing smile in the whole early spring. On the morning when I met her, heaven and earth were finally baptized by a night of continuous spring rain, and a lot of clouds disappeared, and the sky was plated with a thin gray-blue layer after the rain. Walking aimlessly in the community, I turned around and saw the bud of the first camellia not far away. In that evergreen bush, in that humble and dense leaf in the past, camellia was facing me, laughing bloody and purplish, which made me stupefied for an instant. She really doesn't look like a light-colored flower blooming in the cold air of early spring and against the seemingly thin spring. She is so rich, so elegant, and the compound flowers hang down beside the shiny leaves and glow wildly, as if they will never reach the end of satisfaction. Countless petals tightly together, gathered into a whirlpool of waves, deeply sucked me into her unique style. Come near her, and you can't help walking into her! I watched her quietly for a long time, fascinated by the noble expression reflected by her solidified blood red and crystal dew. Especially the curved petals, must be the touching radian of her mouth. I was surprised that I thought the plain and elegant early spring was so bright and dazzling, and there was such a graceful smile.
The feeling of spring is so real and strong for the first time, just like camellia, the blood has penetrated into my heart in purples.
After playing music for several nights, the air becomes more and more fresh and fragrant. At dawn, I opened the window and looked at the bright flowers downstairs. Some of them danced gracefully with the rain on the branches, and some sat on the lawn with dignity and smiled.
I also smiled slightly, thinking of a sentence: it is another year of flowers, early spring, which means a lot.
Have you ever ridden your ideal bike in the field?
Do you really feel the beauty of nature with your heart?
Will you open your heart to the peaceful words of nature?
By chance, I took out the bike that accompanied me through the ups and downs. It took me galloping in the rainstorm, rushing on the Yuan Ye and roaming on the path. When I fell, it supported me to get up; When I meet a steep slope, it encourages me to keep moving forward; When I fall, it reminds me to keep my balance.
I heard that Aocheng is picturesque, so I invited my brother to ride with us, but the scenery along the way alone made us relaxed and happy:
The wind, blowing gently; Branches, leisurely flashing; The bright spring day is sprinkled on the body and warmed in the heart. Looking back, Huang Chengcheng only has rape flowers and green seedlings, which is very monotonous. The breeze blew gently across the earth, only to see a little yellow, red and purple swaying in the fields. I was attracted by it and couldn't help stopping, getting out of the car and walking in. It turned out to be wild flowers on the roadside. Although it is so insignificant, it is spread all over the field. They are not as enchanting as peony, nor as delicate as autumn chrysanthemum, but they do have tenacious vitality and adorn the world in obscurity.
My brother is pushing a car, walking quietly in the field, admiring this beautiful field: the rape flowers in front of him are golden in the bright sunshine, and the rape flowers are coming? Buzzing? Voice, take a closer look, oh, the early bee is trying! A group of beautiful butterfly girls are also dancing among the flowers. In front of us is a clean and fresh lawn. My brother and I were lying on the lawn, looking at the sky freely and carefree. Here, all our troubles are forgotten. Looking at the big flowers in the sky, a large cloud is free in the air. The boundless blue sky is their world. No bondage, only freedom. They live the life they want. Clouds bask in the sun in the sky, and they don't care about other people's comments. They say that they are like this and that they are just posing comfortably. They don't deliberately imitate, they don't need to live for others, and they don't care about other people's opinions. They are just free to be themselves and interpret their lives wonderfully. They don't need applause from others, they will cheer for themselves. They are happy for their lives, laughing without restraint and dancing without restraint. As long as you are happy.
The sky is like a blue sea, and the clouds are like canoes on the sea, drifting quietly and gently, for fear of waking up the deep dreams of the sea. Large and small white and purple clouds look like faded blue cloth with several patterns embedded in them. That pattern looks like goldfish, Moby dick, crab claws, and a horse for a while? After a while, they collided with each other and waved to each other, unwilling to approach and unwilling to part.
My younger brother is watching the insects in the grass intently, while I am listening to the most beautiful sounds from nature. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends shows off her crisp voice and sings melodious songs, echoing the cool breeze and flowing water.
We forgot to go cycling in the Olympic City, and we were all immersed in the beautiful scenery of nature. Nothing is more beautiful than nature.
But now, people sacrifice the ecological environment and destroy nature for their own interests. But did they ever know that this kind of behavior is tantamount to quenching thirst by drinking poison? If the money is gone, you can earn it again, but once the beautiful nature is gone, it is difficult or even impossible to recover. Do you want to bury the beautiful nature in these Jinshan Yinshan?
Nature has nurtured us, and we should actively protect her. Therefore, my wish is to beautify nature and make it beautiful forever! ! !
As long as you have a pair of discerning eyes, the beauty of nature can be found. Whispering of the breeze, touching of the sun, colorful flowers and the chirping of hundreds of birds; There are also students who help the elderly cross the road, hardworking gardeners who tirelessly teach others, angels in white who saves lives and protects the most lovely people in the country; Also, the baby's pink smiling face and the fine wrinkles on the mother's face? It will make you feel that the world is really beautiful and life is really beautiful. I hug these every day, and there is a warm current in my heart. I want the bird to help me spread this beautiful warmth to nature and make everyone as happy as a bird! As beautiful as nature.
When you have free time, please always contact with nature, feel nature and blend in with nature, so that you can pursue the most beautiful yourself from nature.