The early bird catches the worm, and 8 o'clock is a good time. Open the sky and think of blue sky and white clouds, green water and green mountains-prequel.
Spring rhyme, light and warm, single person, one mountain and one water, one journey, climbing step by step, leaning against pavilions, sitting around bamboo platforms, students reading early, sanitation early, morning exercises for the elderly, pines and cypresses whispering, singing and dancing rising, spring is suddenly released, and it is peaceful. Outsiders can't bear to disturb the scenery, so leave quickly, climb the stairs and be carefree. If every step represents an effort, then I will be tenacious and practical, like a welcoming pine in Huangshan, standing in the green hills and not relaxing; Like an upside-down weeping willow, it can't be pulled out; Just like a seed falling on barren land, it takes root, germinates, blooms and bears fruit. Stop and go, in your casual moment, there will always be hissing, swishing, squeaking and other noises on the layers of dead leaves, which may be sparrows, squirrels, rabbits, cobras, lizards and so on. Their humble residence has brought vitality to the mountain. Not far ahead is a cobblestone road. I want to wander in the world, to be bohemian on this road, to take off my shoes and socks, and to giggle and itch when the sole of my foot kisses the stone surface. If there is no one else, I really want to laugh involuntarily and take off the mask deeply imprinted on my face. If there are outsiders, let's steal the fun, lift shoes, bend over, bend over, squat, step, stand on tiptoe, repeat actions,,,, This is really the gift of nature and the hard work of workers, leaving us with enjoyment, sighing about the wonder of nature, returning to truth, goodness and beauty, and giving back to the goodwill and affection of society. Further on, I stopped near the railing, which surprised me. A peach stands on the hillside, its branches are enchanting and burning, which reminds me of a poem "Peach Blossom Order". It is warm outside the peach curtain and lazy indoors. There are people in the peach blossom curtain outside the curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossom. This scene is just what I like. Holding the camera, I am closer to my sight. One is declining, the other is budding, and Jiao Jiao is about to drip. The farthest is like opening a cherry mouth. Behind her guitar, she still hides half her face in front of us. A breeze blows, and the petals of peach blossoms fall one by one, dancing in front of my eyes to find a shadow, like a ballet girl dancing beautifully; Like a beautiful butterfly flying around, flying around, I pressed the shutter in an instant, and the peach blossom could not stand the beauty of the east wind. When you are in a good mood, turn around and leave. Looking up, the current of Fenhe River tells the past and is dusty. The ice has already thawed, and the spring water has already irrigated farmland and cottages, giving birth to cattle, sheep, flowers and simple people around. Listening to the sonorous underwater sound, in recent years, it has dedicated itself with clear river water and beautiful melody, which is really a "mother river".
It is still far from the top of the mountain, and I continue to be familiar with that figure. Accompanied by vigorous steps, the sun touched a piece of light and shadow shrouded in rock cliffs and pines and cypresses. Who would have thought that the spring breeze in the north was so strong, and the light and shadow fluttered among the pines and cypresses? Even if there is sweat on the forehead, it will be blown off by the wind, leaving only a shallow trace. Wouldn't it be perfect without such a strong wind? He is full of high spirits, and his mind is full of hundreds of rivers, unlike the sentimental and melodramatic southern tour. Tired, hurt, crying and regretting, he finally came to the top floor of Erlong Mountain. Flat stone roads, warm wooden stakes and blue lacquered wooden chairs are all so familiar. It hasn't rained for a long time If the spring rain is crisp and the grass is near in the distance, that would be great, but it may also be Taiyuan.
It's easier to go up than to come down. Actually, it's not difficult. I bend over the steps once a day, listen carefully and attentively, and soon I arrive and return to the starting point. The poem said: the mountain is not high, but there are immortals, so I said; The mountain is not high, as long as you have a goal, dare to challenge yourself and temper yourself.
In short, life is about survival. In order to survive, we should further emphasize the material and spiritual abilities, which are simple or complex, happy and full. Before doing something, always ask yourself the reasons for doing and not doing it. There is no reason, only responsibility. Sit quietly, at the corner of the table, the light passes by, rows of books are numerous and messy, reading and browsing at will, a pair of glasses, a diary, a book, a table, a ray of light, without you. . . . . . postscript