Autumn has gone, but the cold winter is no less than autumn. The wind, blowing relentlessly, blew through the streets and over the countryside fields, and it never stopped, unbridled. The withered tree, also by the gale forcefully invited as a dance partner, with it together in the air dazzling dance ballet. The sky board face, a face of unhappiness, all open now, pieces of dark clouds, covering its face.
Because of some trivial and melancholy for a few days, want to go out to distraction, careless walk to the countryside, I recalled the countryside life, perhaps that feeling will be the most real, the most intimate - for me this countryside children.
The chrysanthemums, a small cluster, a small cluster of open countryside paths, strolling in this, filled with gusts of fragrance, the old days of the path, but now it has become a flower valley like place. The cold winter wind blew through, could not help but shiver. The wind blew through the hair, blew through the cheeks, blew through the already ripe apple face, and finally returned to the paradise where it belongs.
Looking around, there is no green in the eyes. Even the last veil of the tree was stripped away by the wind.
Time flies, like an hourglass, like the flow of clear turbulence. Thinking back to all that, the past memories, that and the childhood partner playful scene, can not help but look up at the sky and laugh. Although there is no sunlight, but also smile brightly, happy. When I was a child, my actions were so naive that I didn't even think about them. At that time, the clothes are dirty, go home to be scolded; by the teacher to stay, go home to be scolded; do something wrong, or go home to be scolded. Wrong-wrong-wrong! Everything is always wrong, although every day there are scolded, but the life is at ease, I long for memories, memories of the past. I long to go back, back to the past, try to cherish everything. Childhood partners where are you, my heart is lonely, without your company, life has become boring, everything has become general flavor. "O heaven! Please let me go back to the past, one day or not, I will cherish.
Time, you're moving so fast! I can hardly keep up with you! I can't keep up with you, so take your time!
Walking along the countryside, I begged for a little memory of my childhood. The wind is still blowing, and it is blowing more and more vigorously. The few large trees that grew along the path were also exploited by the landowner.
The countryside is a small place with my footprints, my laughter and many, many happy memories.
Walking along the countryside, I can't help but lie down in order to find the joy of my childhood. The sky, which had just been obscured by dark clouds, had been blown away by the wind, and now had an azure gaze. The wind hummed a lullaby and sent me into a sweet dream ...... I'm back, I'm back to the time of my dreams, to find my childhood companions and go crazy together.
The wind ...... continues to blow ......
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Walking on a wooded path
Whenever strolling along the yellow and green wooded path, an earthy aroma refreshes your heart and mind! ......
In the morning, the sunlight shines through the leaves of the trees, and the still-sleeping boulevard comes alive. The grass sparsely drilled out of the moist soil, opened its hazy eyes, looking up at the world just freed from winter, greedily sucking the sun to give the light; poplar tree shaking body, stretching, turquoise willow leaves as if goose feather snow like a flurry of dance; the sky is still azure blue, very blue very blue. Gradually a white cloud condensed together, converging into a huge whirlpool, hovering in the sky. After a while, a "phoenix" flew toward the face, so huge, so lifelike, flying in the air, soon disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, there appeared a tiger-backed general, waving a sharp sword, riding a horse in the boundless sky, fighting. The clouds in the sky, sometimes in groups of three or five, sometimes alone, the sun gave them all dressed in gorgeous gold, they hold hands, like a piece of yellow silk, dazzling, but also to the shade of the path of the sky embellished with a few points of gold. The sight of this beauty is breathtaking and comforting; it is exciting and tempting to whisper a wondrous little poem ......
The sun was setting and night was falling. The moon rose slowly, and the stars looked like they were winking and drifting off to sleep. So, just in this night when you can't see your fingers, the willow tree can't help but start dancing with the sound of the wind and the sound of the robin, which makes the deep forest path show a little bit of vitality. This melody keeps ringing in my ears, let me contemplate, let me reverie, let me reminisce, let me be intoxicated ......
Walking in the shade of the road again, the return to simplicity, refreshing feeling can not help but arise ......