I walked in the forest, singing birds and flowers, and many natural wonders completely intoxicated me. The picturesque forest is a huge natural treasure house, and we should love it and protect it. The following is "beautiful prose describing the forest". I hope I can help you!
If you meet a person on the road, he is humming while walking, maybe he is tone deaf, or maybe he is not in the same tune at all. However, you can hear the joyful atmosphere, like jumping light particles, passing by you. What do you think at this time? What a happy man.
A few years ago, a friend who had known me for many years took me for a drive on the North Coast. Just finished eating a bag of fresh strawberries, the spring sunshine and warm wind are very gentle, and we have a whole day to kill. I sing in a car that smells of strawberries. Because of my bad memory, I changed a song after only singing a few words, but I can keep singing.
My friend suddenly turned to look at me and said, "I have never seen anyone who loves singing like you."
I feel embarrassed: "I am too noisy."
"No, no, I like listening to you sing. Although you didn't finish singing a song, you always sang and sang, so happy! "
"Because I feel safe with you."
I answered with a smile, avoiding the questions of happiness and unhappiness.
Because at that time, I was actually unhappy most of the time. Driven by my strong personality, I ordered myself not to be knocked down, but to live as if nothing had happened. I dress up and go to school to teach every day, trying to make Chinese class lively and interesting. The origin and textual research of characters may be very important, but I am more concerned about what we can learn from ancient Chinese and the ancients. Maybe it's an attitude towards life, maybe it's a way to transcend suffering. Often, after I finish writing on the blackboard, it takes a lot of effort to turn around and face those eager faces, those pure and clear eyes, give them an appropriate and affirmative smile and make them believe in the beauty of the world.
I'm not so happy, I just insist, and I won't let the pain take away my happiness.
1August 1997, I went to Hong Kong to teach alone. Because the school hasn't started yet, the school is sparsely populated, and only an elderly professor and I live in a dormitory facing the sea in dozens of units. The old professor greeted me kindly: "Which room do you live in?" ..... Oh, there are so many termites in that room ... "I gradually feel that the cheerful smile on my cheeks has turned into a muscle twitch.
On the postcard I sent to my friend, I wrote: "Living here is like living in the forest. The air is fresh and I wake up every day in the sound of birds. "
After dark, call home first, and then go to a building to report peace. I heard my distant relative ask, "What's it like there? Is it safe? Are there many people? "
"There are many people here. Of course, the school is very safe. Don't worry. Someone came to patrol at night. "
Why would I know someone was patrolling? Because that was my third sleepless night.
On the first night, I packed my bags in the dormitory with two rooms and one living room. Music was playing on the radio, and suddenly I heard the DJ shouting, crackling, sparking, and it was dark and silent all around. I sat stupefied for a while before I realized that I tripped and the air conditioner was gone. At the same time, I heard an almost impossible tick. That's the walking sound of the living room wall clock. However, I noticed that it went on strike during the day and there was no electricity. At the moment, I'm walking like a dragon and a horse, and I can hear it in the bedroom.
I fled into the study and closed the door. Because I couldn't sleep, I kept getting up to drink water in the kitchen and saw the security guard passing by the window.
One day, I got an emergency and had a bad abdominal pain. I took the bus for more than an hour and went to the city to find old acquaintances. The man told me that I would help if I had something to do. I called near the man's office, and the other person seemed busy. After two or three sentences, he was anxious to get off the line. I didn't disclose the information for help, just said goodbye calmly. Stumbling to the door of the store, crouching down, waiting for another sharp massacre.
Back to school, I have been much better, leaving only deep fatigue. The minibus took me and got off at the entrance to the forest. Then, I had to go home through the black forest alone. The moonlight was good that night, and the shadows of trees were clearly projected on the ground, like duckweed. The night wind is blowing from the sea, and there is a coolness of walking in the water. Suddenly, I heard singing. In the silent night, in the forest I have been afraid of, I heard my own singing, keeping a sweet tone.
This makes me feel incredible, but I understand something.
In fact, triviality, tossing and setbacks in life are inevitable. It is precisely because of these difficulties that I feel lucky and grateful after I have passed it safely. True and precious happiness comes not from happiness, but from sadness.
Describe the beauty of the forest. We followed the sound in the forest and found a woodpecker.
The smell of the forest is the smell of the sea-hundreds of millions of surging streams converge into its calm and silence. We walked in it, and we were trapped in it. We couldn't see the sun in the sky and couldn't tell what was under it. Everything here is depressed, struggling, erupting, reaching out where there is light and falling in the darkest place. The thick moss-covered juice at the foot is the liquefied precipitation of all transparent and sticky things in this space layer by layer. I stepped on it and fell into the abyss in an instant.
This forest is waiting for us in an endless place. Through thousands of leaves, staring at our every move. We got lost and gasped with our backs against a huge dead wood. Then be quiet until it is quiet. The forest shows us 10 thousand years in one minute. We stood up and moved on. Suddenly there was a knock at the door in the distance, like a heartbeat, which made everything sink into silence. We looked back at the place, stumbled in a hurry, stood up in a daze, and everything was in a mess-the pulse of blood was confused with vision, touch and taste were inseparable, and pain forced us to breathe. We want to cry loudly, but the result is one step ... memories and fantasies are wrapped around our fingers, crawling and groping inch by inch ... ants can't stop and can't control themselves. Great loneliness touches our hearts from our faces-I look at this forest and fear that its depths are full of sadness. I thought of my hometown, and then I remembered that I don't have a hometown ... Whose fate have we broken into? Whose pain ... looking around, I found that I was the only one left in this air, and I don't know when I got separated.
I shouted to my mother. My voice shuttled, searched, and then came back empty. Come back to me and ask me, "Mom?" I ran, hunched my back, and walked quickly through branches and bushes. The feeling of hanging your hair and bare arms hurts from a distance. This kind of pain is more like who is breathing into the brain with his lips. I quickened my pace. I once imagined myself walking out of the forest with scars on my limbs-it was sunny, but I lost my mother ... I pulled a bush and jumped. I got up and looked up. My mother was standing in an open space not far away, looking at me, with her index finger in front of my lips.
Long, long ago, we longed to find the soul of this forest one day. But we know that after a long time, we still have to live in this ordinary way-when we stand on the swamp by the river and watch the blue-green forest winding to the horizon.
We walked out of the forest wet, as if we were pushed to the beach by the tide of the sea. We are exhausted. Our favorite song, that warm, high-pitched and exciting song, failed to ignite anything, and it was soaked as soon as it was exported. When we sing a sentence, we can't help crying. Mom ... how thin our songs are, how powerful the world is ... This forest is the product of the intersection of flame and ocean, and it is the part abandoned by the sky-when the flame and ocean meet, they are unstoppable, fierce and magnificent, and destroy each other. The sky in Ran Ran rises leisurely, standing still where we look up all day, with a musical expression.
We are talking about this forest. I talked about the ocean and flames, but I didn't talk about an ordinary tree in this forest. So when we left, it collapsed behind us, mom ... this is the loudest noise this forest can make. After the sound resounded through Shan Ye, there was a greater silence. This sound is different from that of any wind or forest. This voice is only shouted once, only once in my life. After this sound, the silence echoed with the sound of knocking at the door. Mom, which tree is that? We can't find it. When we found it, the forest hid it thousands of miles away.
We watched a woodpecker disappear in the forest.