Sailing in the vast sea, getting lost, sailors will be buried at the bottom of the sea; Trekking in the vast expanse next door, getting lost and traveling to the wilderness; Seek the light of hope in endless exploration, lose your way, and you will miss your success and regret it for life.
Only when we set out will we reach our ideal and destination. Only by working hard can we achieve brilliant success. Only when you sow will you reap. Only by pursuing can you live a decent life.
A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
A refreshing night wind came to my face, as if all the troubles and fatigue were ignored, and every nervous nerve in my body was gradually relieved; On the river wrinkled by the wind, there are layers of ripples, reflecting the deep red light, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; The small bamboo forest in the distance glows with green light, the bamboo leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, and the wind blows the rustling sound of leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky is chasing, teasing and tearing at the clouds.
Looking down, a small river-Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the glow of sunset glow add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful image of bamboo and the magnificent glow of sunset glow make Xiaobeijiang more cordial in people's hearts; Several small fishing boats came home and drew sparkling water lines on the river.
This is like the ending of a symphony, which is beautiful, but gradually turns into silence, causing endless feelings in people's hearts, paving a layer of touching poetry for the evening on campus: "Lonely smoke in the desert, the long river sets the yen" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red" is its mature charm; "Love on earth is too late" highlights its tranquility ...
Gradually, gradually, the night came, and the intoxicating dusk still appeared in my mind. The beautiful and charming scenery deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts ... were immersed in this indescribable beautiful "dusk map", and I fell into this inexplicable feeling and could not extricate myself.
The wanton northwest wind blew cold the sky and also blew off the leaves on the trees. On a warm weekend afternoon, when I was free, I walked in the field with my friends. There are trees on the roadside, ditches and fields. When I think of summer, I often walk here. At that time, rows of lush trees brought green all the way, which reduced the strong irritability of the road and made me feel refreshed. Today, this path has long been covered with fallen leaves and yellow leaves.
The west wind hunted, "Hua …" The dark yellow loose leaves on the branches left the tree and danced in the air. The posture is elegant and natural. Some small leaves spread their light children and jumped. The slender Ye Er is like a boat in the west wind, with palm-wide leaves waving to show that we will meet again next year, and the pink Chinese fir leaves go straight underground. Looking at the fallen leaves like flying flowers, I suddenly feel that the fallen leaves are so beautiful, just like butterflies in various forms chasing and playing in the forest, dancing like scattered flowers, dancing in the forest with the melody of "the sound of the waves is old" and quietly returning to the ground in the farewell of the north wind.
The wind is bright and clear, which adds new colors to the ground originally covered by leaves and makes it feel more relaxed and comfortable. Standing on the dead branches of Pumbaa pine trees and looking at the colorful leaves falling in the forest, I feel so conspicuous. When children are familiar with flowers and plants, they get used to singing and dancing lightly. Now, when they see this scene of falling leaves, it seems that the youthful prosperity of green leaves has emerged again, and naturally they think of "frost leaves are redder than February flowers"
One rainy night, Banana fell into the loneliness of an empty pavilion. Bai Lian paved a clean platform, leaving behind the lonely tail for thousands of years. For thousands of years, there has not been a moment worth singing in a low voice. While waiting, I caught a glimpse of the alternation of dry and glory. The romantic moon is still there, and there are no dancing sleeves. Who saw the smile looming in the flickering candlelight ... The breeze in the bamboo forest, Tsinghua swaying, listening to heaven and earth, I gave up countless prosperity, and the color reflected by dew was the condensation of a clear dream overnight, which inadvertently fell into infinity, and finally broke into a warm kiss, and then disappeared.