Dalian's Midsummer Short Essay
Dalian's Midsummer
Hope
Spring in the north seems to be no, as if all of a sudden will be from the snowy winter occasion to become a scorching sun, and people have no sign from the cotton clothes all of a sudden turned into a shirt, seems very fantastic, wonderful. However, Dalian is not. It relies on the favor of the Bohai Sea, dainty to meet the spring, although a little late, you can still see the recovery of everything, the vibrant look.
This year, the spring came a little late, waiting anxiously for the beautiful nature of the people until April to be touched by the spring. It was accompanied by a small snowfall, which is one of the most important features of early spring in Dalian. When the beauty-loving girls lose their bulky coats, a little snow will come along and crush their hearts, which are just burning to wear beautiful dresses. Small and delicate snowflakes will fall on the buds of the young willow buds, the cold and put them away just bloomed new green.
In addition to snow, the sea of Dalian is also famous, and its spring is also beautiful.
The sea is always blowing or harsh or light spring winds in the morning with the warmth of foreign countries, and at night to send the coldness of the ice ocean, so it is always the last to feel the beauty of spring! However, strolling on the beach, picking up a pebble, feeling its vitality, the sun is basketed by the fingertips, penetrated by time, but the body feels warm. Waves will gradually roll with the wind, but finally is a gentle slap on the shore, rather spring soft, can be touched by hand, a hint of coolness through the mountains, so that people can not help but a shiver. It also seems to be in a joke, and tilted his head, quickly ran over, sometimes soaking your shoes, do not be angry, that is she in the early spring happy and gentle and not yet out of childish hands and your heart and mind touch. Voila! The seagulls that run with the waves sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes hovering in the air, it is the messenger of spring, but also it is trying to cry "spring is coming! Spring is here!" It also woke up the creatures that have been sleeping for a long time, and awakened the long-lost vitality.
Because of the cold, the flower is no longer acting as a messenger!
Flowers can be shattered by the cold mood, but never eliminate the dream of blooming. They want to see the outside world, by the fear of cold again, so they will use the hand blindfolded, peeping at everything. Some flowers can't wait! Like forsythia, cherry blossom, will be the first to open, to capture the eyes of the first color, the first praise.
Dalian's spring came late, but very vivid. It carries the spring dream of every Dalian people, sowing the seeds of harvest.
***Build a green dream ask
Wind, rolled sand and dust obsessively sweeping people, the streets and alleys echoed the roar of the whimpering, and some people began to be distracted. The air traces a kind of strange circle, seems to return to the midnight era, open the scarlet blood bowl, people seem to dive in the desert bottom abyss, like a skeleton deep-set eyes still continue to sink. Temptation, adventure, tiredness, hard to prepare for all in one, stimulation, enjoyment, catharsis, desire to merge into one.
I don't know when the green began to count the grains of sand as boring. The light of the forest and grass, butterflies and birds of the joy of this gone. The eyes of the waves, the warmth and softness of the river, soft and lingering; the tears of the waves, full of the lake's quiet, clear and intoxicated. Even the absurd promises and hypocritical eulogies are no match for the diffusion of sand and dust.
Once the green hills and green water, birds and flowers only condensed into a dream. The sand and the dream, in the desert sea, a mirage of the rise and fall.
The green mountains and green water in the shy shadow, a lock of hair of the fragrance has induced 10,000 dewdrops on the grass leaves. These, the moon has seen, the stars have seen, but we, but no longer blessed to enjoy. We are now left with only a few surviving grave pages - a gift of sand and dust.
In the mysterious ancient temple, the sound of the bell penetrates the sand to ring the soul of the depths of life. That bell is fighting against the sand or receiving the ridicule that the sand brings - obsolescence, aging, death. These are the conspiracy of the sand and time, and there is no appointment for their entrapment.
By the time one realizes the sand and dust, the day has already been taken over by it. The omnipresent grains of sand fall on people's youth, people's voices, people's young skin, age and desires. There are several people who have nowhere left to run, chased and killed by the sand.
There are leaves growing on the bones of steel and concrete, and no birdsong. How is it that there is no hint of azure above the city?
Empty mountains are silent, the birds are extinct, the birds have been destroyed, the paradise has been destroyed, hanging after the ruins of the mountains, the birds may also find a new home, small trees, but can not find life.
When human beings learn to cut the first tree, human civilization begins; when human beings cut the last tree, civilization ends.
The bloody massacre is over, and it is time for us to meditate! Those floods, mudslides, and dust storms are a warning to mankind!
Modern people are longing for a return to, in the end, the pursuit of green mountains and green water!
The sky is already singing a holy song.
People, in the sadness of the millennium you look forward to, have you heard the tremor from the depths of the soul?
The yearning for fire
A ball of flame, just like this
Like a summer rose
Whether you care or don't care
The same bloom
I yearn for it, the arrival of a rain
Baptism is just a way
I prefer the passion of the night
Like this heap. Losing the dry wood of spring
Stirring up my fiery yearnings
I would rather die this night
Than waste the moonlight's amorous feelings
O Lord Almighty! Please give us some rain
Spring is far away. The colors are about to fade
While the words are still fresh tonight
Let my soul climb up like a flame
Photography this pine/poetry this noble
Clear the mind's destiny, move with the heart
Every night, I always like to go for a walk by myself and only by myself, with no fixed time, no walking purpose, as I wish, as I please, without any constraints, leisurely and frankly. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do that," he said. The only way to get to the top of the list is to go for a walk, and you'll be able to do it without any problems, without any restrictions.
Tranquil night, quiet me, people on the road, footsteps do not stop, the wind, white clouds, birdsong, flowers ------ traffic, neon flashes, night markets, lights ------ natural things and the world of good to a different posture, sketched a picture of the harmony of the natural world, to bring life to the endless warmth and pleasure.
Around the Ying River stream gurgling, light and innocent, quiet and elegant, like a woman as quiet, in the street lamps under the mapping of the brocade cluster of cherry blossoms, surrounded by green trees quietly enjoy the peace and quiet. Both sides of the river, high-rise buildings, green trees, lights and water shadows, mottled light and shadow, has become a beautiful landscape; sidewalks planted with thick willows, willow with the breeze fluttering. After dinner people, three a group, two a companion, young and old, men and women, cycling children's bicycles, walking children's walking, chatting children's chat, relaxed, dashing, natural, in the cool of the night to get leisure and fulfillment, everyone's face is overflowing with unrestrained smile.
The spacious plaza, busy day people gathered here, accompanied by soothing music, stepped on the cheerful beat, or skillful, briskly do the aerobics; or upright, elegantly dancing social dance; or calmly playing Tai Chi, light, airy, beautiful. Corner of the square, a dozen people in a circle kicking the shuttlecock, shuttlecock is made of fake feathers, bright colors, red, green, purple and blue, colorful, colorful shuttlecock under their feet quickly kicked up and down, jumping, bending, rotating, laughing and joking, people kicked a shuttlecock to the wind, the heart overflowing with contentment and joy.
And walk into the Nanzhaoshan, as into the ancient, beautiful picture. A rich primitive forest features and no lack of modern atmosphere of the building complex, wooden stacks covered in the green mountains and trees, a different kind of scenery. Along the winding path of the wooden palisade, through the lush jungle, enjoying the surrounding scenery, it is difficult to see the original appearance of the mountain, everywhere is full of layers of green, forests and flowers, palisades and pavilions in harmony, the formation of a dense forest, winding paths, the enchanting scenery of the birds and flowers, flourishing with infinite vitality. People in the mountains, mountains in the scenery, scenery in the painting, a natural heaven. Walking in the middle of it, the heart is relaxed and happy, "more busy, no suffering, fear is on earth from the sky." Being close to nature itself is a romantic experience that makes one's heart flutter. For the calm heart added elegance and romantic mood.
Everything is so natural, so peaceful. Looking at this, there is a kind of love in the heart in the hidden: the road through the prosperity of three thousand, enjoy the scenery of countless. Spring flowers and birds, summer clouds and summer rain, autumn moon and autumn cicadas, winter moon Qichen, things with the intention of melting, love with the Wanxuan, in the natural landscape, forget the world outside, is a kind of freedom, is a kind of serenity.
With the growth of age, y versed in the world, insight into the human condition, increased burden, accustomed to silence. Being in the mortal world, although nothing does not touch the heart, but if you can use your own mind to perfect their own lives, with an appreciative eye, calm mind, from all angles to see the colorful society, early to put down some of those external shackles and entanglements, quiet to the heart to find their own, with a day by day time, three words and two strokes of the text to wear down the morning and evening of the extra time to live and gradually add to the wheel of life. Quiet eyes and heart, love the landscape, drunkenness and happiness, static and static, simple, clear, let the tea accompanied by beautiful dreams, in a calm manner to embrace laughter, for the weekdays irritable body and mind to cultivate a pure land.
My mother was illiterate
Her vision was never far away
A basket of chestnuts in the spring
Half an ear of sorghum in the fall
She burned incense and believed in the Buddha
She prayed for a bowl of maize gruel
Tired from work
Lying peacefully on a hard board bed
The small village where I live.
Rows of wheat roots are exposed to the wind and sand
Salt is everywhere, as in the following snow and frost
A mud pit for pickles
A tiled jar for pickles
The wells in my village can't dig for a scholar
The girls in my village are married away from me with tears in their eyes
I drank ink under the homemade kerosene lamps
My mother knitted the soles of her shoes one moment and gave me a bowl of corn porridge the next
My mother knitted the soles of her shoes one moment.
I got my college acceptance letter
My mother was so tall she could reach out and pick the moon
It was my wish to stay in my hometown
I couldn't get used to living in the city's houses
I couldn't bear the tide of means
A kind of paper
A stranger in the world
How close I was.
It would be a disaster to help an old man who has fallen down
The sweet potatoes of my hometown are shared
One family does everything, but a hundred others come to help
I've rented a piece of land and planted fruit trees
In spring, the peach and plum fields are full of fragrance
The best thing to do is to take a few photographs
I've been so proud of myself on the internet that I feel like I'm going crazy
In the dead of night
I listen to insects in the fields with my wife. p> Listening to the insects singing in the field with my wife
Inviting Tao Yuanming to drink under the moonlight
Writing autumn chrysanthemums into the idyllic poems
Setting up a kindergarten
Putting a yard full of happiness
Growing up with the left-behind children
Sweeping away the withered grasses from the graves of mothers on Ching Ming Festival
The children's bright smiles
are a gift to the mothers of their children. p>
A gold and silver garment for their mothers
The ants' dream
The setting sun's afterglow fills the sky
A slanting sunlight sneaks into the house
Dust swims in the air
The clouds in the sky are saying goodbye
Listening to the wind and watching the rain, I miss the wind and the rain
The flowers and insects listen to the beautiful sounds of the world
The bird in the darkness of the night is a bird that is not in love with its mother. The bird in the night is still struggling
The bat that yearns for the light of day
But the swallows have gone south
Spring has come
Flocks of geese howl in the air
When will they land in peace
The snow in June
How did you get here in time
Children whose lips are purple
A group of children who have been in the dark for a long time. A group of children with purple lips
Swimming in a frozen river
Old fishermen drove their ducks into the sky
The waves became white clouds in a blue sky
When will the ants wake up quietly
The bats are still in the darkness of the night
Swallows come on time in the spring
Geese have long since perched in the south
Snowflakes, snowflakes, and other snowflakes are still on the ground.
Snowflakes are the messengers of winter
Children accompany the old grandfather who drives ducks
Two, four, six, seven, eight
Clouds are still white in the sky
It is only because the ants' dream has woken up
Paying homage to the shipwrecks of the Yangtze River
Burying it with Love - Writings by Walker
Did the river that has flowed for more than a hundred years come from the sea
Did the hurricane that night also originate from melting icebergs
The grief of six years ago has not yet been completely wiped out
Today's silence is yet another Wenchuan
Conquering Heaven Conquering Paradise
When flowers bloom with a single petal
When a breeze carries with it a rolled-up
Who bears the brunt of this destruction
Who holds the umbrella for the eyes over and over again
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We are in rags and our hearts are broken
Our legs are heavy and our steps are hard
When will the rain like this ever go away?
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We point our swords to the heavens and we shout
If the truth can't be stopped
Let us 1.3 billion people bury you with love
!
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"Towards Heaven: A Walking Man"
A river can't flow with your sorrow
The rain can't help but fall for you
The surface of the river is so calm after the turbulence
I can't even hear the sound of the calling voice
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The inverted decks cover up all the storm
The fish at the bottom of the river are so calm that I can't even hear the voice of the caller
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I'm not sure if I'm not a good person or not.
The fish at the bottom of the river come around to listen
The sighs of the Grand Historian are gone
Where can I find Qu Yuan
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The people at the river's edge have thrown away their umbrellas
There's nothing more intimate than nature
Here and there on the bank of the river
Countless beings keep their eyes wide open.
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On this warm June day
Do you feel cold
With so many people with you
How can you be lonely
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All of us are waving with tears in our eyes
We know
You are not going anywhere
You are just going to heaven. are just going to heaven!