Walking is a state of mind. Or rather, a walk is a walk of the emotions, not with the feet. When walking, one has no feet and there is no path underneath. It's like a song played on a tape, and no one lets go of their throat, but the music is so beautiful.
This beauty probably does not come from excitement. Excitement is usually accomplished at a fast pace, such as jumping, running, shouting, etc.; walking creates a slow atmosphere, a little heavy in the emptiness, just the right collection of melancholy and reflection.
Melancholy is some trivial, unfolding, omnipresent, in the misty rain, but also in the fullest; together, it is full, such as the soft silk ......
Walking to magnify themselves, put infinitely large, large enough to accommodate themselves. Melancholy and thinking, people will be dramatically expanded, hiding in the house, the four walls of the contract, a few out of the place, had to take the door out of the world, to become a ghost in the long world.
Walking, step by step, pruning the roughness of their own, branch and leaf of their own, seven messy self.
Walking, oneself is the road. Walking out, actually walking back.
There comes a time when one needs to be alone in quiet contemplation, to find oneself on the unknown path of memories. When you're depressed, you're dramatically inflated, everything is enlarged and omnipresent, and your soul seems to be too small to fit in a small room. Go out and release yourself, let the vastness of heaven and earth collect the swelling melancholy. Every step is receiving the purification of nature, and every step is pruning the roughness of oneself. In the end, pruning out of their own satisfaction of the self, and ultimately return to the self.
Walking beautiful prose 2The moon is boundless, the years are silent. I wandered alone in that familiar path, the moonlight verdant, flashing points of emerald green. Winter and spring, the moonlight is still the same, the path is still there, and time passes unknowingly. Some people are asking where the time has gone. In fact, time is in the gap between our fingers slipped away, can not hold tight, can not be retained. Can only recall the passing minutes and seconds, relying on the unique feeling. In this vast land, I don't know whether it is the time left behind the memory, or the memory holds the time. In this bright moonlit night, the insects remind another spring is about to slip away.
The long river of life is a constant experience, constant experience so that people constantly change, when there *** with the same feelings, *** with the same ideals, longing for transcendence, longing for freedom. All the way to run wild, do not know how to knit feet to stay, do not know how to write down the most beautiful youth, the feeling of that young madness, embarked on the journey of their own life. Can't feel the sadness, because of the young, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. With the most beautiful ideals, pursuing the feeling in their hearts, imagined feelings.
When I set foot in society alone, in society, crawling and sweating, only to find that this is not the world I want, frustration smoothed out my rhombus, disillusionment strikes me in the heart, and then look back has been a thousand times different. Once vowed, just young ignorance, the world is assimilating my heart, the heart is passing that youthful feelings. In the unbreakable corner, tore a wound, this wound to multiply in the expansion, I can not help, can only silently wait for the original dream. Because I am no longer young, ten years of rural life, I could not have predicted, life in a fork in the road, just tend to a certain side. I silently bear the pain, miss that lost youth, because they are now disappearing or even extinction.
Rush ten years of rural life, had met many people, and they met with the passion, the sadness of separation, changed my young heart, make it grow, more mature. The world has a variety of emotional stories, perhaps not perfect but the most beautiful experience of life, I can only use my fingertips to scratch down the time that slipped away. Every sadness will scratch a scar, remind me in the days to come, so I am cautious and careful life, to find my ultimate feelings, that is beyond the love of life.
People often say that life is impermanent, after experiencing enough feelings, people will believe in providence, fate. Maybe it's just a comfort to yourself, maybe it's really the arrangement of heaven. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said. The moonlight is still the same, the scenery is still the same, but the heart quietly go. Looking forward to a lifetime of brothers, watching over the love of his life.
Walking beautiful prose 3Four seasons of dusk, I paced alone on the river, fields, highway.
Each season has its own unique attributes, and each season brings you different surprises and rewards.
I am alone, walking and stopping, the reflection behind me, there are beautiful and crooked.
If people can be like the antique has been lying will not fall in value, and even will be appreciated. Then we should be how lucky ah, how much?
People are animals, and animals are different from plants. Animals need movement, and plants don't.
Every day, we can see that we have a lot of people who want to be with us.
Every day, walking is an indispensable part of the standard, and even walking has been submerged in each of us.
We have feelings, we have joys and sorrows, we are human beings, we have emotions. Staying somewhere immobile for a long time will inexplicably be bad, will reduce appetite, will inexplicably be angry, will be panicked, will encounter a lot of problems that are not problems.
If you're in a bad mood, don't want to move, have a decreased appetite, are sullen, and are inexplicably angry. It means your mind needs to move. Like a gas tank, suppressed all the emotions can not be digested, you have to go out on your own, take a walk, look at the flowers and plants, look at the birds and flowers, look at the ants moving, look at the fine water.
Nature is your best healing potion tank, a gurgling sound of running water, a gentle breeze, brushing your cheeks, at this time you just close your eyes, open your hands, let the wind penetrate your body, baptize you those unhappy emotions.
In the fields, by the river, on the highway, a person without a purpose to pace, walk and stop. In fact, we walk with a purpose, but like a shadow without a purpose.
One person in a field, the whole field belongs to oneself alone. Look at the flowers and grass, smell the smell of the soil, the breeze sails through, bringing a strong smell of the soil. Through the nostrils, into the lungs, across in every cell, running through our blood, flowing through the veins and out of the body through the pores.
That earthy smell washes our hearts white and our bodies soothing. Let us know more about nature, be one with nature, let nature enter our body, our heart. We are with nature, we are with nature, we are with nature, we are with nature, we are with nature, we are with nature, we are with nature, we are with nature, we are with nature, we are with nature.
We look down at the flowers and plants under our feet, and they are all looking up at us, while we are looking down at them. We are like their masters, growing at our feet and letting us trample on them.
Raising my head again, I glanced up and realized that there was nothing in the whole field to be the focus of attention but the plants. And at this point, I feel like I'm in a world of my own, my own kingdom. Our ministry is the plants and flowers that dance for us in the wind and grow desperately for us in the rain.
Wherever we go, we leave traces, traces of a path. Our people are making way for us, making a path for us. They are at our command, at our mercy, and we hold their fate in our hands.
Close your eyes, raise your head, open your hands, and let the wind penetrate you, pass through you, like a net-like body that the wind can penetrate at will.
Your heart, followed by the wind flew away, floating in the wind, pleasure flying flying. Dance for you in mid-air and amuse you. Your heart can be as light as the wind, can be like the wind can fly.
Your body is washed very clean by the wind, and all those unhappy emotions are blown away by the wind, flying farther and farther away and thinner and thinner, and finally dispersed, and all the unhappy emotions are gone.
Your heart flies farther and farther away, following the wind playfully drifting into the distance, you begin to feel very light underfoot, the more the wind blows, the more it makes you light. Constantly blowing, and finally the stick that supports you is pulled as if you are flying, you follow the wind in the air.
You are like leaves carried by the wind, the twisting of your body into a beautiful dance, you jumped and flew. At this point you are like a leaky net, you don't have a body, you only have a spirit.
You cross mountains and rivers. On the river you dance and cross the water with a splash.
At the river's edge, you listen to the gurgling flow of the river, you use your hand to caress the stone that the water just spreads over, and it is so smooth on your body, glossy and slippery. Your hand slowly dissolves into water from your fingers, and you follow the water as it swims in the river.
The water is so clear that you can see every stone, every water plant and water moss underwater. They are lying quietly at the bottom of the river, they are just sleeping, with moss crawling all over them, with swimming water bugs, bugs you can't name.
The whole underwater is a whole world, a beautiful kingdom. You're playing with the fish, you're playing hide-and-seek with the fish. You're floating on the surface of the water, and the water waves are lifting your butt up and down lifting it up and down, and you're becoming a dancer. You're not under anyone's control, you're dancing to your heart's content, you dance your favorite dance.
The sound of the water sliding over and over the rocks is your music, played very rhythmically to accompany you.
Floating along, you flow further away, into your heart, into your purpose. You have your own 'world, you have your own heaven, you have your own kingdom.
You always like to be uninhibited, you like to walk in the open, where there are things you want, you walk the roadside scenery, you look left and right into the distance, you know that the other side of the sky will surely be very beautiful, but you do not feel that this place is not beautiful, it is all very beautiful. You love everything here, you love the rocks under your feet, you love the flowers under your feet. You have a camera in your hand and you're documenting them, you're the one documenting their lives.
Their history, their ancestors are recorded in your little camera, you write their history, you depict all their lives.
You love to do it, you do it without asking for anything in return, you have no complaints, you just love it, that's all.
You feel that documenting these little lives helps you, you feel better, and your unhappy emotions are worn away by your patience.
You love a lot of what you do, you enjoy traveling alone, you don't like to be disturbed, you like to just pace yourself. You don't want to be the center of attention in other people's lenses, and often you are the center of attention in other people's lenses and pupils.
Although, you do not deliberately want to become the focus of others, just you are different from others, you are very quiet, not affected by the outside world, you are not disturbed by the outside world, you quietly do what you like.
You are not much different from others, you are just very attentive, very focused on doing something, you just forget about sloppiness and coping, you just simply like.
You just don't like to see other people's impatient, reckless, rude style of doing things, you have a very fine heart, you like to do everything with your heart, at least the things you like.
You have very few friends, on the surface, and you are often seen alone. However, you are playing a joke with others, you are acting to others to see. In fact, you have many, many friends, you have all kinds of friends, they will not betray you, will not use you, will not let you.
Your friends are all those animals and plants in nature, you love them, you like to communicate with them, although you do not have any verbal dialog, but, you have a spiritual dialog.
You learn a lot from them, you observe the changes and differences in them, you are talking directly with nature, you can read the language of nature, you love them as much as they love you.
You are more like a mother to them, you protect them, you take care of them, you have infinite power, you are full of courage and love.
The light that comes out of your eyes is love, the sound that comes out of your mouth is love, the way your body twists and turns is love.
You have it all, you have it all in nature.
If you see a shadow in solitude, perhaps that shadow is you, your soul apart from your body.
If you see a lone dark shadow in a field, by a river, on a highway, a walking shadow, a shadow with open wings, that's me. I'm embracing nature, I'm letting nature penetrate me, I'm bathing the mind.
If you see one wearing headphones, gazing longingly at something, staring intently at a certain spot, that's me. Maybe it's my soul, maybe it's my body, maybe it's me personally talking to nature.
It's kind of silly behavior to look at, maybe it really is. I just enjoy doing it, I just enjoy the relaxation, I just enjoy taking a walk. I just have a lot of questions that won't be solved, and the only way I can find the answers is to go for a walk.
Maybe, it's really stupid, maybe there's something really wrong, so what?
Psychological pressure, driving me to the brink, but what can I do? I can only go out for a walk, no one to chat with me, no one to talk to me about my heart.
The only language in my heart is to talk to nature, and nature doesn't mind me, nature doesn't reject me, nature doesn't lie to me.
Go out and start with a walk alone.
Everyone needs to have their own space and time, every life needs to have their own corner.
Bai Juyi's poem: "The weather is good in the evening, walking in front of the door". The evening walk is indeed the most rare leisure time of the day. It is not only relaxing, but also good for health.
People living in the city, listen to the alarm to get up, step on the clock to go to work, and then a busy day. Many people choose to walk at the intersection of day and night, when the sky is not yet dark, the sky is still hidden clouds, accompanied by the sunset to see the scenery, time and footsteps together to become slower.
People who go to the park for a walk are more concentrated. The people who have been nervous all day come in twos and threes. There are grandparents and grandchildren out for a walk, there are new fathers and new mothers pushing baby strollers, and playful children, couples in love. After a day's work, the women of the city came to dance in the square, in groups of three or five, holding a tape recorder, with a leader in front of them, and simply standing in rows behind them, changing steps and formations to the rhythm of the music. Most of the square dance is a folk dance and modern dance in the simple steps and basic movements, not too difficult, easy to learn and easy to jump. There are also aerobics on the square. Participate in a lot of people, perhaps a collection of dance and fitness double features, action jump up both the softness of the dance, but also gymnastics strong, so very popular, at first only retired people jump, and later attracted people of all ages, and now there are many twenty-something beautiful women in the dance team. A walk, while looking at the scenery, but also look at beautiful women, and fitness and eye care.
Occasionally, you can also run into people walking, not smiling face without expression, footsteps fast through, with a gust of wind, wherever pedestrians leaned over, is playing chase children, too late to dodge hit a full, not yet responded to a parent to lead a reprimand, this rhythm is a little fast. The purpose of the walk is to relax, relieve the stress of daytime tension, the walk as a task to complete, not decompression, the burden is heavier, I do not like this rush, wind and fire, why not slow down and find the beauty of the surrounding?
Go out and relax, regardless of whether the evening sun is red or purple, and regardless of tomorrow's rain or wind, temporarily forget about the worries, let the relaxed mood to fly freely, so that the good times in the pleasant to spend.
Walking beautiful prose 5Last night, my wife and I dragged the tired body back home. Along the way, my wife was sighing, these two years, a long time no and you went to Jinshan Park for a walk. 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, seasonal flowers, green trees. The willow is fluttering, and the lotus is blooming. Standard walking fitness road winding in the Jinshan green grass. There are stadiums, playgrounds and teahouses in the park. It is a good place for Jintang people to relax and work out. At dusk, my wife and I, hand in hand, two cute puppies accompanied by the left and right, strolling in the Jinshan Trail, living a slow-paced life, enjoying the beauty of nature, breathing fresh air. Looking at the sunset from afar, there is a kind of poetic world after dusk.
I remember one day at dusk, my wife and I leisurely walk. See an old man walking alone in front of us, hobbling, head full of silver hair in the evening wind. I thought she must be very lonely, right? Where have the children gone? Will we be like this when we grow old? As I was thinking, there was a sudden sound of "ouch", and I saw the old man accidentally fall to the ground. Without saying a word, I rushed forward and gently helped the old man up. The old man said, "I accidentally twisted a little, nothing, thank you ah." The old man also kept saying: "My partner is gone, my children are all working abroad and seldom come back, so I only come out to walk by myself. Thank you for helping me up, now I hear that young people are afraid to do this, afraid of spreading things." At this point, I smiled, remembered the news media about the elderly fell should not help the discussion of the issue. I think this still needs to be discussed, and the old man must be helped up. Perhaps one day, we will be like this old man as lonely walks, alone tasting the sunset ah.
The son went to college, the family's expenses are getting bigger and bigger. In addition, the two years of economic downturn pressure increased. The family opened a self-employed stall, it is difficult to operate. So, only to reduce the staff, rely on his wife to operate alone. Every morning, she accompanies the sunshine to drive to the Qingbaijiang gate market. She does everything by herself, from purchasing goods, delivering goods to selling them. At noon, she eats a boxed lunch at the door market. In the evening, I take a four-way bus to send the meal from home. It's already eight o'clock in the evening before the evening meal. After the meal, there is still in the door of the market hard to watch, looking forward to every customer to come. Until the end of the night, only closed the door. Driving back home, it was already about 10:30 pm. After a day of exhaustion, she often lay on the sofa and fell asleep, full of fatigue and hard work written on her face. As a wife, she was not only busy with her business, but also had to take care of me. As a mother, she has to worry about her son who is thousands of miles away and her daughter who is not with her. She has taken on too much of the burden of this family, the great love of motherhood brilliantly displayed in front of me.
Walking, a by no means extravagant thing, now is my wife and I difficult to realize the desire. Looking forward to one day, my son graduated, my daughter became a family, it is no longer so hard to run the door. It can be in the dusk of the moment, together with his beloved wife, walking in Jinshan Park, walking in the sunset, walking through the life after dusk.
Walking beautiful prose 6Today it rained for almost a day, wheat is flowering, peanut seedlings just broke the ground, this rain on the farmers uncle, no doubt is to know the time of the good rain. After the rain, the air is fresh and moist, late spring and early summer in the great season, the breeze, the temperature is suitable for people living in small towns, living in the concrete jungle of the city, do not come out to take a walk, are feeling sorry for the world's beauty.
After dinner, in accordance with the usual practice, I still change into a sports equipment, riding a public **** bike, came to the Wuzhou Plaza, swiped the card to return the car, and then go to the Keelung River for a walk.
At this point, there are not many people walking. As long as it is in the slow walking people, the face must show a satisfied expression, most of the walk while turning their heads, lifting their arms, twisting waist, lifting legs, doing deep breathing. I also, it is rare to have such good air, the weather forecast air quality is good, this is very good. It's not a test. If you get a good score, you'll be criticized by your teachers at school and scolded by your parents at home. The good thing is that the people nowadays don't have very high expectations of the government and God, and a good result is good enough. Also do not have to spend money to buy like the morning market on the watery fresh vegetables like the air, natural more breathing some, that is inevitable.
The river is fertile, the frogs can be heard far away, which and the surrounding tall buildings full of modern flavor and urban fast-paced contrast, more distant roadside open-air ktv sound, sometimes overwhelmed by the frogs, giving the impression that it is a noise, but they sing is very happy. Some fishing enthusiasts, not yet ready to close the rod, I believe they must be full of harvest. I also like fishing, in fact, for them, the harvest is not only the fish in the basket of fish, but also this beautiful environment, relaxed mood. Willow branches by the river can be touched by hand, and I often pick a leaf like a beauty's eyebrow, put it in my mouth, and then I can play a beautiful tune. The ground is lush with flowers and grasses, turquoise turquoise, slightly yellow slightly yellow, blooming all kinds of colors, can be said to be colorful, beautiful purple and red. The large patch of flowers that I don't know the name of, but bloomed in a regal purple color that I love, stood out in this very large area. Like a young girl who just ran past me, a white dress, long hair to her waist, graceful gait, pretty face, and smelling good of sycamore flowers. In this middle-aged people mostly walk in the crowd, bright and beautiful, become a flowing landscape, attracting many eyes.
On both sides of the path, most of the trees are just transplanted, still tied to three wooden supports, but already flourishing. I then suddenly thought, three dead trees body, support a tree's hope, how can the tree not strive to grow. The ground is also transplanted turf, the day before I was worried about whether they could survive, after this rain, has decided to make a home here, fine leaves early upright, linked together, like a green carpet. I would love to sit on it, or lie on it, roll a few times, or spread a piece of cloth, buy some delicious food, invite a few friends and confidants, have a picnic.
The cell phone rang, is the sound of WeChat to message. A friend left me a message, look at the sky I just shot. Then there were four photos, the photo framing is with an elevation lens, in the gap of the building, you can see the sky, and a few clouds like freshly washed white sand. The sky was like the ceiling of a home that had been painted with Lipton paint not long ago, a dazzling blue. I replied, "Is this the sky in the city you live in? She replied, yes, it's in our neighborhood, it's rare. I said, that is, too rare, in your polluted metropolis.
As we continue along the path, because the rain has not stopped for a long time, there is still occasional water on the pavement made of stone or brick, and walkers sometimes need to change their stride, or change the route to pass. In the distance, I saw an old lady in a sanitation vest waving a broom. I was thinking that after this rain, this time when everything is alive, there should be no need for such exaggerated sweeping. Could it be that there are still people who really litter enough!
Closer, only to see, the old lady is not sweeping the garbage, but in the hard sweeping water. I was a little surprised to ask, ma'am, you can sweep the garbage, why also sweep the water. The old lady said, "It's getting dark and there are more people walking around, so I'm afraid that the lighting here is not very good, and if someone accidentally steps on the shoes and gets them wet, it will ruin the fun. When I heard this, I was touched. Perhaps, this is a sanitation worker's professional ethics, the most simple dedication, dirty themselves, clean environment, tired themselves, convenient for others. Listening to her words of these real and full of positive energy, I feel that this evening is more cozy.
Back home, open the login space, see another friend's share of the article, it said, no wonder it is raining all over the country today? How many people know, because today is a person's birthday. He is our beloved *** and the country's first premier, Zhou Enlai's birthday, he has no children, no heritage, and even did not leave a grave and ashes. He lived with two sleeves clean and dedicated, and still looked after his country and people after his death. I believe this rain has something to do with him, and I resolutely retweeted the article.