This beauty probably doesn't come from excitement. Excitement is generally completed at a fast pace, such as jumping wildly, running wildly, shouting, etc. Walking creates a leisurely atmosphere, and the sense of emptiness is a little heavy, just to collect melancholy and thinking.
Melancholy is trivial, unfolding and ubiquitous, especially in misty rain; When you put it together, you can hold it, like soft silk. ...
Take a walk to enlarge yourself, make it infinite, big enough to hold yourself. When people are depressed and thinking, they will expand rapidly, hide in the house, shrink all around, and there is almost nothing to highlight, so they have to make a dash for the door and become ghosts between heaven and earth.
Walking, trimming the rough self step by step, the leafy self, and the messy self.
Walking is the right way. Going out is actually going back.
People always need to think quietly and find themselves walking on the unknown road of memory. When you are depressed, people will expand rapidly, and everything will be magnified everywhere. It seems that your soul can't be accommodated in a small room. Go out, release yourself, and let the vastness of heaven and earth gather the inflated melancholy. Every step is being purified by nature, and every step is trimming the rough self. Finally, trim the self that satisfies you and finally return to yourself.
The beautiful walking prose is boundless in February and the years are silent. I wandered alone on that familiar path, green in the moonlight, flashing a little green. Winter goes and spring comes, the moonlight is still there, the path is still there, but time passes unconsciously. Someone is asking where the time has gone. In fact, time is slipping through the cracks of our fingers, which we can't catch and keep. I can only recall the fleeting minutes and rely on my unique feelings. In this vast land, I don't know whether time left memory or memory seized time. On this bright night, insects remind us that another spring is about to slip away.
The long river of life is constant experience, which makes people constantly change. At that time, they shared the same feelings and ideals and longed for detachment and freedom. Running all the way, who doesn't know how to stay, who doesn't know how to write down the most beautiful youth, experience the frivolous youth, and embark on their own life. I don't feel sad, because young, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. With the best ideals, pursue the feelings in your heart and the feelings in your imagination.
When I set foot on the society alone and struggled and sweated in the society, I found that this is not the world I want. Frustration smoothed my water chestnut, frustration hit my heart, and looking back is very different. The oath I once took was only youth and ignorance. The world is assimilating my heart, and the feelings of youth are passing away in my heart. In an unbreakable corner, I tore a wound, which is expanding exponentially. I have no choice but to wait silently for my initial dream. Because I am not young, ten years of rural life was unexpected at first. Living at a fork in the road, just leaning to one side. I suffer silently and miss my lost youth, because they are disappearing and even dying now.
In my ten years of rural life, I have met many people. The passion of meeting them and the sadness of leaving them changed my young mind and made it grow and mature. There are all kinds of emotional stories in the world, but perhaps the imperfect one is the most beautiful experience in life. I can only draw the slipping time with my fingertips. Every sadness will draw a scar, which will remind me later, so I live carefully and look for my last feelings carefully. This is a life beyond love.
People often say that life is impermanent, and it takes enough feelings to believe in providence and fate. Maybe it's just a comfort to myself, or maybe it's really God's arrangement. I miss the past, but I will not be silent. The moonlight is still the same, the scenery is still the same, but the heart is walking quietly. Looking forward to a life-long brother and guarding a life-long lover.
Beautiful Walking Prose 3 In the dusk of the four seasons, I paced alone by the river, fields and highways.
Every season has its unique attributes, and each season will bring you different surprises and gains.
I am alone, stop and go, and the reflection behind me is beautiful and crooked.
If people can keep lying like antiques, they will not be fall in price, and even appreciate. So how lucky should we be?
Man is an animal. Animals are different from plants. Animals need exercise, but plants don't.
Walking every day is an indispensable standard, and even walking has sneaked into everyone's life.
We have secular desires, we have emotions, we are human beings, and we have emotions. If you stay in a certain place for a long time, you will be inexplicably bad, you will lose your appetite, you will be inexplicably angry, you will be flustered, and you will encounter many problems that are not problems.
If you are in a bad mood, don't want to move, lose your appetite, be unhappy, and get angry for no reason. This means that your heart needs exercise. Just like a gas tank, all the repressed emotions can't be digested, so I have to go out and take a walk, see flowers and plants, see birds and flowers, see ants moving, and see running water.
Nature is your best medicine pot. The gurgling sound of running water and the breeze brush your cheeks. At this time, you just need to close your eyes and open your hands, let the wind penetrate your body and baptize your unhappy mood.
In the field, by the river and on the highway, a person walks aimlessly, stop and go. In fact, we walk with a purpose, but like a shadow without a purpose.
A person is in the field, and the whole field is his own. Look at the flowers and plants, smell the soil, the breeze blows, with a strong earthy smell. Through the nostrils, into the lungs, through every cell, running in our blood, flowing in blood vessels, and excreted from the pores.
The smell of the earth washes our hearts and makes our bodies feel comfortable. Let us know more about nature, integrate with nature, and let nature enter our body and mind. We are with nature, we are close to nature, and our fingers are locked.
We looked down at the flowers and plants under our feet. They all looked up at us and we looked down at them. We, like their owners, grow under our feet and let us trample on them.
Looking up again, I found that nothing in the whole field can be the focus except plants. At this time, I feel that I am in a world with only myself, my own kingdom. Our subordinates are flowers and plants, dancing for us in the wind and growing desperately for us in the rain.
Wherever we go, we will leave traces, traces of a road. Our people are making way for us, making way for us. They obey us, let us send them, and we control their fate.
Close your eyes, raise your head, open your hands, and let the wind penetrate your body, just like a mesh body, and the wind can penetrate at will.
Your heart is gone with the wind, floating in the wind and flying happily. Dancing for you in midair makes you happy. Your heart can be as light as the wind, and it can fly like the wind.
Your body is washed clean by the wind, and those unpleasant emotions are blown away by the wind, flying farther and farther, becoming rarer and rarer, and finally scattered, and all unpleasant emotions disappear.
Your heart flies farther and farther, smiling and drifting away with the wind. You start to feel light under your feet, and the wind blows harder and harder, making you float lightly. Keep blowing and finally pull out the stick that supports you. You fly, you fly in the air with the wind.
You are carried away by the wind like a leaf, and your body is twisted into a beautiful dance. You jump and fly. At this time, you are like a net, you have no body, you only have spirit.
You cross mountains and rivers. On the river, you dance, swim and splash.
By the river, you listen to the gurgling river, and you touch the stone that just overflowed with your hand. Your body is so smooth, naked and smooth. Your hand slowly melts into water through your fingers, and you swim with the river.
Clear water, you can see every stone, every plant and moss under the water. They are lying quietly at the bottom of the river. They are just sleeping, covered with water moss and swimming water bugs. You can't name them.
The whole underwater is a complete world, a beautiful kingdom. You are playing with fish, you are playing hide-and-seek with fish. You float on the water, the waves lift your ass up and down, and you become a dancer. You are not controlled by anyone. You dance as you please, and dance as you like.
The sound of water sliding over the stone is your music. Play it rhythmically and give you music.
Floating, you flow farther, to your heart, to your goal. You have your own world, your own paradise and your own kingdom.
You always like freedom. You like to walk in the open space. There are things you want everywhere. The scenery on the roadside where you stop and go, you look around in the distance. You know that the other side of the sky will be beautiful, but you don't think this place is not beautiful, but it is all beautiful. You love everything here, you love the stones under your feet, and you love the flowers under your feet. You have a camera in your hand, you are recording them, and you are the recorder of their lives.
Their history, their ancestors are recorded in your small camera, you write their history, and you describe their lives.
You like it, you do it without asking for anything in return, you don't complain, you just like it, it's that simple.
You think it is very helpful to record these little lives, and your mood will get better, and your unhappy mood will be worn away by your patience.
You love many things you do, you like to walk alone, you don't like being disturbed, you like to walk alone. You don't want to be the focus of other people's shots, often you are the focus of other people's shots, the focus of the pupil.
Although, you don't mean to be the focus of others, you are just different from others. You are quiet, free from outside influence and interference, and doing what you like quietly.
You are not much different from others. You just do something very carefully and intently. You just forgot to be sloppy. You just like it.
You just don't like to see other people's impatient, reckless and rude styles. Your heart is very small, and you like to do anything with your heart, at least what you like.
You have few friends. On the surface, you are the only one who often sees you. However, you are joking with others, you are showing others. In fact, you have many friends. You have all kinds of friends. They won't betray you, use you or let you.
Your friends are all the animals and plants in nature. You love them and you like to communicate with them. Although you didn't have any oral conversation, you had a spiritual conversation.
You learn a lot from them, you observe their changes and differences, you talk to nature directly, you can read the language of nature, and you love them as they love you.
You are more like their mother. You protect them and take care of them. You have unlimited power. You are full of courage and love.
The light in your eyes is love, the voice in your mouth is love, and the posture of your body twisting is love.
You have everything, and you have everything in nature.
If you see the shadow of loneliness, maybe that shadow is you, and your soul is out of your body.
If you see a lonely shadow, a stop-and-go shadow, a shadow with open wings in fields, rivers and highways, that's me. I am embracing nature, I am letting nature permeate my body, and I am bathing my soul.
If you see someone wearing headphones, staring at something for a long time, staring at a place intently, it's me. Maybe it's my soul, maybe it's my body, maybe I'm talking to nature.
Looking at silly behavior may be really silly. I just like doing it. I just like this way of relaxing. I just like walking. I just have a lot of problems that I can't solve. I have to go for a walk to find the answer.
Maybe, really stupid, maybe there is a problem, so what?
Psychological pressure has driven me to the wall, but what can I do? I'm going out for a walk. I have no one to chat with and talk to.
The language in my heart is just talking to nature, and nature won't dislike me, refuse me or lie to me.
Going out starts with walking alone.
Everyone needs his own space and time, and everyone needs his own corner in life.
Walking beautifully prose 4 Bai Juyi's poem: Late arrival, fine weather, walking in front of the door. Walking in the evening is indeed the most rare leisure time of the day. It is not only relaxing, but also beneficial to health.
People who live in cities get up after hearing the alarm, go to work by the hour, and then have a busy day. Many people choose to walk at the intersection of day and night. At this time, it is not dark, and there are still looming clouds on the horizon. With the sunset, watching the scenery, time and pace have become slow.
People who go for a walk in the park are concentrated. People who have been nervous all day come in twos and threes. There are three generations of grandparents coming out for a walk, new parents pushing strollers, frolicking children and lovers in love. After a day's work, urban women come to square dance. They are in groups of three or five, holding tape recorders, with a leader in front and simply standing behind in rows, changing their pace and formation with the rhythm of music. Square dance mostly adopts simple dance steps and basic movements in national dance and modern dance, which is not difficult and easy to learn and jump. There are also aerobics dancers in the square. Many people took part in the dance, perhaps combining the dual characteristics of dance and fitness. The movements are very popular because of the softness of dance and the strength of gymnastics. At first only retired people danced, but later it attracted people of all ages. There are many beautiful women in their twenties in the dance team now. Walking while watching the scenery, you can also see beautiful women, which is both healthy and eye-catching.
Occasionally I meet people who run away from home. His unsmiling face was expressionless, and his steps passed quickly, like a gust of wind. Everywhere he went, pedestrians pulled over, and the children who were chasing had no time to dodge and ran into them. Before he knew it, his parents scolded him. This rhythm is a little fast. The purpose of walking is to relax and relieve the stress during the day. Taking a walk as a task is not to relieve stress, but to burden more. I don't like this rush and hurry. Why not slow down and discover the beauty around you?
Go out and relax, no matter whether the sunset is red or purple, no matter whether it is rain or wind tomorrow, temporarily forget your troubles, let your relaxed mood fly freely, and let the good times pass in happiness.
Last night, my wife and I dragged our tired bodies home. Along the way, my wife lamented that I haven't gone for a walk with you in Jinshan Park for two years. Speaking of walking with my wife, it was a very happy thing, but now it has become a luxury.
My family lives next to Jinshan Park. Thousands of acres of Jinshan Park are covered with flowers and trees. Willow is fluttering and lotus is in full bloom. The standard walking fitness road winds in the green grass of Jinshan. There are various stadiums, playgrounds and teahouses in the park. It is a good place for Jintang people to relax and keep fit. At dusk, my wife and I, hand in hand, strolled along the Jinshan Trail with two lovely puppies, leading a slow-paced life, enjoying the beauty of nature and breathing fresh air. Looking at the sunset from a distance, there is a poetic scene of people meeting at dusk.
I remember one night, my wife and I took a leisurely walk. I saw an old man walking alone in front of us, stumbling, with silver hair flowing in the evening breeze. I think she must be very lonely? Where did the children go? Will it be like this when we get old? While thinking about it, I suddenly heard the voice of "alas", only to see the old man accidentally throw himself on the ground. Without saying anything, I rushed forward and gently helped the old man. The old man said, "I accidentally twisted it." It's nothing. Thank you. " The old man kept saying, "My wife has left, and my children are working in other places and rarely come back. Only one person came out for a walk. Thank you for helping me up. Now I hear that young people are afraid to do it, afraid to get things done. " At this point, I smiled and remembered the discussion in the news media about whether the old man should be helped when he fell. I think this still needs to be discussed. We must help the elderly. Maybe one day, we will walk alone and enjoy the sunset like this old man.
When my son goes to college, the expenses at home are getting bigger and bigger. In addition, the downward pressure on the economy has increased in the past two years. The self-employed booth opened at home is very difficult to operate. So only by reducing the number of employees, I have to rely on my wife to run it alone. Every morning, she drives to Jiangmen City, Bai Qing with sunshine. From the purchase, delivery to sales, she did it all by herself. Eat a box lunch in the shop at noon. In the evening, after I cooked a meal from home, I took the No.4 bus to see it off. It's already eight o'clock in the evening before dinner. After dinner, the store is also a hard work, looking forward to the presence of every customer. Don't close the door until the dead of night. Drive home, about 10: 30. After a hard day's work, she often falls asleep on the sofa, and her face is full of fatigue and hard work. As a wife, she not only has to be busy with business, but also takes care of me. As a mother, she always cares about her son who is thousands of miles away and her daughter who is not around. She bears too much burden in this family, and that great maternal love is beautiful in front of me.
Walking, an absolutely extravagant thing, has now become an unattainable wish of my wife and me. I hope that one day my son will graduate and my daughter will get married, so I won't have to run the shop so hard. You can walk with your beloved wife in Jinshan Park at dusk, walk in the sunset and live a life after dusk.
It rained for nearly a day today, wheat is blooming, and peanut seedlings have just broken ground. This rain is undoubtedly a good rain for farmers. After the rain, the air is fresh and humid. It is a good season in late spring and early summer, with a gentle breeze and suitable temperature. For people living in small towns and urban people living in reinforced concrete jungles, they feel sorry for the beauty of the world if they don't come out for a walk.
After dinner, as usual, I put on a suit of sports equipment, rode my bike to Wuzhou Square, swiped my card to return the car, and then went for a walk by the Keelung River.
There are not many people walking at this time. As long as people walk slowly, there must be a satisfied expression on their faces. Most of them turn their heads, raise their arms, twist their waists, lift their legs and take a deep breath while walking. Me too. It is rare to have such good air. The weather forecast shows that the air quality is good and very good. This is not an exam. If you do well in the exam, you will be criticized by the teacher at school and scolded by your parents at home. Fortunately, the people's expectations of the government and God are not very high, so it is good. You don't have to spend money on air like fresh vegetables in the morning market. Naturally, it is inevitable to breathe more.
The water plants in the river are rich and beautiful, and frogs can be heard from a distance, which is in sharp contrast with the surrounding high-rise buildings and the fast pace of the city. Further away, the sound of ktv on the roadside is sometimes drowned out by frogs' cries, giving people the feeling of noise, but singing happily. Some fishing enthusiasts are not ready to close their rods yet, and I believe they must have gained a lot. I also like fishing. In fact, for them, it is not only the fish in the fish basket, but also the beautiful environment and relaxed mood. The willow branches by the river can be touched by hand. I often pick a leaf like a beautiful eyebrow and put it in my mouth to blow out beautiful music. The flowers and plants on the ground are lush, green and yellowish, and the colors of flowers can be said to be colorful. I don't know the name of that big flower, but it blooms my favorite noble purple, which is unique in this large area. Like a girl who just ran past me, she was dressed in white, with waist-length hair, graceful gait, good face and a good smell of sycamore flowers. In this middle-aged walking crowd, it is glamorous and has become a flowing landscape, attracting a lot of attention.
On both sides of the path, most of them are newly transplanted trees with three wooden brackets tied, but they are already flourishing. It suddenly occurred to me that the bodies of three dead trees supported the hope of a tree, and how could this tree not grow hard? The ground is also transplanted turf. The day before yesterday, I was worried about whether they would survive. After the rain, I decided to settle here. Thin leaves have stood upright and joined together like a green carpet. I really want to sit on it, or lie on it, eat some rolls, or spread a cloth, buy something delicious, invite some friends and confidants, and have a picnic.
The mobile phone rang, and it was the message of WeChat. A good friend left me a message and looked at the sky I just photographed. Then there are four photos. These photos were taken with a look-up lens. In the cracks of the building, you can see the sky and a few clouds, like freshly washed white sand. The sky is like the ceiling of a house painted with Nippon paint for a while, and it is bright blue. I replied, is this the sky in your city? She replied, yes, it is rare in our community. I said, that's, very rare, in your heavily polluted metropolis.
Go straight along the path, because the rain has not stopped for a long time, and there is occasional water on the pavement paved with slabs or bricks. People who walk sometimes need to change their stride or change their route to get through. Far away, I saw an old woman wearing a sanitation vest waving a broom. I'm still thinking that after this rain, when everything is full of vitality, there should be no need for such an exaggerated cleaning. Does anyone really throw enough garbage?
Approached, only to see that the old lady is not cleaning the garbage, but sweeping the water hard. I was a little surprised to ask, aunt, you can just sweep the garbage. Why do you sweep the water? The old lady said that it was getting dark and there were more people leaving. I'm afraid the lighting here is not very good, and someone accidentally stepped on his shoes, which won't ruin his pleasure. Hearing this, my heart was touched. Perhaps, this is the professional ethics of a sanitation worker, the most simple dedication, dirty himself, clean the environment, tired himself and convenient for others. After listening to her true and positive words, I feel that this evening is more enjoyable.
When I got home, I opened the login space and saw another friend's sharing article, which said, no wonder it's raining all over the country today? How many people know, because today is one's birthday. He is the birthday of Zhou Enlai, the first prime minister of our beloved country. He has no children, no inheritance, not even graves and ashes. He spared no effort before his death, but he still cared for his motherland and people after his death. I believe that the rain has something to do with him, so I forwarded the article decisively.