Walking means walking slowly. Life is short, time flies. In the short life, why not let your mind have a good memory? In a poetic walk, every beautiful artistic conception you experience will become a beautiful shell on the beach of memory.
Choose a leisurely and poetic path, fly the wings of the soul, savor the beauty of life and enjoy the beauty of life.
"Go to the grassland in spring, enjoy the green lotus pond in summer, have yellow flowers in autumn and sing snow poems in winter." Such a delicate realm, don't you think "poetic rhyme lasts forever"?
Take a walk to "My road twists and turns through a hidden valley", with trees on both sides and birds singing. The crisp birdsong falls into the ear, just like a stone falling into a calm lake, causing ripples. Rich green dyed the wings of songbirds, clean air and mood. The mystery of "the green grass stains the steps in spring, and birds sing happily under the leaves" makes me feel suspicious.
Walking in the spring after the rain, "The Acropolis is drizzling and the dust is clear, and the green willow in the guest house is new in color", watching "The sky is raining and crisp, the grass is close at hand, but there is nothing", bathing in "the bright sun is shining, the spring is bleak, flowers and birds are in full bloom" and watching "the grass is dancing with butterflies, and the flying dragon sends the poet to the owner", don't you think this scene is fascinating?
In the summer when it rains at home in Huangmei season and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond, walking on the lotus leaves is cut into one color, and hibiscus blooms on the lotus ponds on both sides of the face, watching the scene of "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright and the colors of lotus flowers are different", sucking the lotus ponds in the ancient opera house, and the wind is hesitating to brew incense. Will it "get lost" and "go astray"
On the autumn night of "the pine forest is in the moonlight, and the crystal stone is in the stream", walking in the realm of "the courtyard is green, the potted chrysanthemums are still fragrant", "the green hills outside the column are lined with tarts, and the water in front of the building sees the lake", "the thin shadows are shallow, and the fragrance wafts at dusk", coupled with the distant realm of "the laundry girl returns to the bamboo, and the lotus leaf is in front of the fishing boat", will definitely make you relaxed and happy.
Just walking poetically
Walking poetically is a kind of spiritual enjoyment. Looking back at the footprints left by walking, the shallow footprints left a mark on my heart.
Poetic walking makes life more exciting! Slow down your pace! Take more poetic roads and let more beautiful shells stay on the beach of memory.
In the morning, I opened my eyes slightly and looked at the balcony. It was a foggy day. My toes can move already, and it gives me instructions to walk. I couldn't resist, so I followed the wishes of my toes. As it happens, I also want to take a walk near the beginning of school.
Although the Spring Festival has passed, the cold wind still refuses to leave, as if nostalgic for the white winter. In order not to let the sun drive away the winter chill early, I heard the fog summoned by the cold wind, and it came quietly. First, she wandered around the city and tall buildings and saw the sun motionless, then quietly put down the translucent gauze curtain. Even so, the sun is indifferent. The fog became angry, and "Hua-Hua-"put down a few milky white gauze curtains. Strange to say, this gauze curtain flutters between tall buildings like traces of Wei Yun.
This time, I am worried about the sun. I want to shoot through the fog with his strong and dazzling golden light, but I can't start. I want to jump into the fog and drive it away, but I'm afraid of crushing the house. I want to call the spring breeze to blow away the fog, but I don't know where the spring breeze went to play. Seeing the fog all over the sky has affected the normal work of the sun, but there is no way to dispel the fog. Seeing that the fog is getting thicker and bigger, the sun can only stand aside. Let them make trouble on this day.
I climbed up the fitness equipment in the park and looked into the distance. Naughty fog, thick for a while, light for a while, so that the original clear mountain, but now hazy. Never mind, the mountains in the twilight make people feel mysterious and alive.
I came to the grass, and the grass was still like that, and my head hung down. Maybe the sun didn't give it sunshine in time, poor grass, so it withered and rotted. However, one day, they will re-emerge green shoots and pull out long green leaves. At this time, I'm afraid even Grandfather Sun grinned happily.
All the trees on the roadside have lost their leaves and become "bachelor trees". However, the shops on the steps are colorful and spotless. Festive red firecrackers came from the distance. Looking down, hey, the ground in front of the roadside shop is all red. It seems that they also set off red firecrackers.
The cars on the road, due to the weather, have changed from the previous crazy roar to slow walking. The fog gently attached a layer of gas as thin as fog to the windshield in front of the driver's seat, making the windshield hazy. The driver had to wipe it left and right with a rag. Open a small clear field of vision, and in a short time, it will be attached to the gas.
After walking for such a long time, my little feet were tired. I greedily sucked the fresh air and strolled home. ...
In my childhood memory, I often took my mother's hand and went for a walk in a small park not far from home. There are always my mother's sweet smile, warm hands and the scenery in the park that I can't see enough in my memory. She likes telling me stories in the park, pulling me to sit on her lap and watching me tell stories gently. I like playing slides and swings in the park. Mother gently swings for me, and I laugh wildly on the swing.
Slowly, I grew up and went to junior high school. Because I am very busy with my studies and have no companions of my peers, I always like to stay at home and no longer go out for a walk with my mother. I no longer sit on the long wooden chair under the tall willow tree and listen to those childish fairy tales. Many weekends, my mother smiled and said to me, "Go out with my mother!" " "I looked at her with expectant eyes, and I silently replied," I'm not going, I want to do my homework. Go alone! " "Sometimes I play by myself without looking at my mother in front of the computer. My mother didn't speak at this time, so she had to go out alone.
Sometimes I wonder if my mother really wants to go out with me. Will she feel sad and lonely because of my refusal? Finally, once I promised my mother to go for a walk in a nearby park. She was very excited and smiled happily like a child.
Still so familiar, beautiful willows and safflower, flower beds full of all kinds of flowers are next to the lawn that has been neatly arranged, old slides, swings and extremely flat long wooden chairs are still clean, and the park has not changed. I pestered my mother to walk around the small lake in the park and walked on a clean path under a willow tree with long willow branches. My mother kept talking all the way. She is not telling a story, but the scene that brought me here before she told me happily. "When you were a child, you accidentally fell down here and broke your leg. You cried; Look at the long wooden chair in front of you. You always like to sit on this wooden chair and listen to my stories. Once you fell asleep on my leg ... "A beautiful smile appeared on my mother's face. After a long walk, we rested on a clean wooden chair, and we sat side by side, looking at everything we were familiar with, without talking.
Time passed quickly, there was a slight wind, stroking my mother's long hair, running past me naughtily, and my mother narrowed her eyes. I can see that she is from Shu Xin. I think, inadvertently, this little walk has become her great satisfaction. Being with her son and recalling the past made her feel extremely happy.
I looked at my mother and said softly, "Mom, we will be back in a few days."
Walking is a very happy thing, especially walking along a quiet path with all kinds of flowers and trees on both sides, which is a kind of enjoyment.
It's too noisy in the city and there are people everywhere. You should be careful every step you take. The harsh horn is always annoying. This is really not a good place to walk.
No matter day or night, the countryside is always quiet and peaceful. Even if a few trucks honk their horns and pass by the village occasionally, it won't be boring. On the contrary, you will feel that it is a short and beautiful song, which will make people feel happy. Walking here, you will feel relaxed, really relaxed. Walking here, you can not only enjoy the beautiful scenery, but also get some enlightenment.
In the morning, if time permits. I will walk alone in the fresh morning dew and start my trip to Panshan Road in the morning glow.
The trees on the mountain are lush, fragrant and mixed with soil. After waking up, the birds sang new songs and began a day of foraging. The villagers started a day's work with hoes, plowshares and cows on their backs. The fiery red sun rises higher and higher, and the water drops on the green leaves shine golden under the sunlight. It is so delicate and beautiful, but it is fleeting. The sunshine warms me, as if giving me some inspiration or feeling something.
The mountains braved plumes of smoke, the plowshares glistened in the sun, and the unloaded cattle were grazing leisurely; The villagers sat on hoes, rolled up a roll of cigarettes, pressed the switch of lighters, and the cigarettes quickly burned. The farmer who is smoking is staring at his shiny mouth, as if thinking about something.
Seeing all this, I seem to have returned to the origin of mankind. What a natural, harmonious and beautiful painting it is! But what does this mean?
In the evening, after finishing my homework, I went to that mountain road again and continued my unfinished step.
The birds have returned to their nests. They gather in everything, singing touching melodies and dancing beautiful postures to celebrate the harvest this day. The villagers sang folk songs and drove the cows home. Seeing this, the problems of the morning reappeared in my mind. Is it sad that this phenomenon appears today with the continuous development of high technology? Happy? Or congratulations? Sadly, human development always comes at the expense of some primitive beauty.
"Ji Ji Ji ..." "Qiu Qiu ..." The song of the little insect calls for the night, and the moon has climbed to the top of the tree, cold and bright. The night sky dotted with stars is long, deep and beautiful!
I took a breath of fresh air and ended my day's walk with the joy of harvest.