Walking leisurely in the kingdom of poetry, the journey is wonderful.
——Inscription
I like to walk alone in the beautiful kingdom of poetry every pleasant afternoon, quietly feeling the beauty of the cycle of the four seasons, and my heart is with it. Encountering the beautiful scenery again and again, it becomes calm and melodious...
Strolling in the warm spring day, "the rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late afternoon, and the spring breeze is fragrant. The boundless green of "Green Silk Ribbon", listen to the sweet chirping of birds that "spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and you can hear the singing of birds everywhere". In an instant, there was another light rain, moistening everything. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking in the light rain, looking from a distance, you can see only a patch of deep and shallow green. Is that the grass growing new leaves? When I took a closer look, I only saw fertile land and faintly visible seedlings. But this is spring! Spring in the most tender poetry.
"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." Walking into the summer lotus pond, you will see patches of green and pink. "Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves." On the rippling blue lake, several small boats floated. On the boats were young girls in white clothes and green skirts. Their beautiful pink faces complemented the lotus flowers. As the saying goes, " The lotus leaf skirt is cut in the same color, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of the face." Their slender hands reached under the lotus leaves and picked out the white lotus roots. However, the fish were startled, and there was a lively scene of "fish playing among the lotus leaves".
Autumn is a bleak season. But it is also indispensable to "stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers", the leisure and indifference of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain", and indispensable "the lake and the autumn moon are harmonious, and the lake surface is The tranquility of "no windshield has not been polished yet" is indispensable without the faint nostalgia of "the moon is setting, the crows are crying, the frost is all over the sky, the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy". Autumn in poetry is beautiful, smart, and poetic.
"Suddenly, a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees." The snow fell overnight, and winter came. In the vast expanse of white snow, there are only "a few plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in Ling Han", blooming a touch of beauty in the heavy snow, "the edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", such a tenacious and unyielding spirit. The spirit is enough to warm the whole winter.
Walking in the kingdom of poetry, watching spring pass and autumn come, the four seasons change, flowers bloom and fall, and clouds roll and relax. Aftertaste the four seasons, cleanse the soul and comprehend life. Poetry allows me to escape from the hustle and bustle of the world and return to the most authentic nature.