Nature, the most beautiful poem in my heart.
Although I was playful when I was a child, I didn't like learning, but my love for mountains and rivers was born. White clouds in the sky and weeping willows by the stone bridge are my closest partners. I like sitting alone on a stone by the water, watching the changes of white clouds in the sky, and my heart is full of childish fantasies. The clouds in the sky have become island sandbars and mountains and lakes (zh m 4 o). One day, according to the various realms of clouds, I divided them into clouds in Han Dynasty, clouds in Tang Dynasty, lyrical clouds, clouds in opera and so on. I really want to make a "cloud spectrum"!
In the quiet suburbs, Liang Qingshan, Sweeping Leaf Tower, Yuhuatai and Mochou Lake are the places where my friends and I walk every Sunday. I remember that there was a sentence in the article at that time, "Pick up stones to make rain flowers, search for poems and sweep leaves". Beautiful lakes and mountains play an important role in my children's hearts. A distant emotion attracts me, which makes me pursue something in the forest, in the sunset glow and in the bell of a distant temple. At night, a person lying in bed, listening to the distant flute, has an indescribable deep sense of desolation in my heart, combined with an indescribable sense of happiness, which stirs my heart wonderfully. I seem to blend in with the moonlight and fog outside the window, floating in the forest, drifting away with the sound of flute and flute ... At this time, my heart is the happiest.
When I was thirteen or fourteen, my little heart had established a world of its own. My family says I'm young and mature. In fact, I haven't read any books, and I don't like reading. I have never heard or read poetry. It's just a beautiful fantasy, with its own strange dreams and emotions.
After a serious illness at the age of seventeen, I went to Qingdao to study. The sea breeze in Qingdao awakened my heart: the world is beautiful and life is magnificent. At this time, I like the sea, which is a symbol of the world and life! The misty sea in the morning and the sea covered with white sails in the sunset are full of poetry and painting.
When I was in middle school, I had two winter vacations. I went to a beautiful mountain town in eastern Zhejiang for the Spring Festival. The surrounding mountains are beautiful and strange, like dreams; The mountains and rivers where the earth's atmosphere evaporated earlier in early spring are full of light blue and deep Dai (Dà i); The shadow of the lake makes people seem to be transparent body.
Pure and profound love and natural beauty have formed a long and subtle note in my life, accompanied by meditation under the moon and reverie at dusk.
I like reading poems and being listened to at this time. In the mountain city at night, it is quiet and quiet, with your knees whispering slightly, and your spirit is a little (x:), and your pulse is like a pulse. My friend has two poems: "The city of lights is a dream, and the bright moon is a hundred years old." It is a portrayal of my mood at the moment.