I belong there. The night without the moon is still bright. The deserted streets are still noisy; Silent cities are still hard to find.
I still remember/kloc-when I was 0/4 years old, I sat listlessly in the car, watching my father carry things from home into the car, locking the door violently, and watching my grandmother standing at the door on crutches, saying goodbye to us sadly, with a choked throat and itchy eyes, but I don't know why. There are clear streams, simple villagers, picturesque forests and innocent children.
I remember naughty me. In the summer when my grandmother took a nap, I secretly rode around the stadium on a small red tricycle that I could only drive at that time, chasing big cocks in the gap between cicadas and birds, and shuttled between flying feathers. Before grandma got up, I was tanned, quietly pushed the car into the yard, crept back to my room and slept happily.
In spring, rape blossoms are everywhere, and walking on the road in the country, both sides are fragrant. I always pick a handful of small yellow flowers and jump on the ridge. Finally, I threw them away because of lovely dragonflies or beautiful butterflies. I didn't listen to my grandmother's instructions and ran after those little dragonflies or butterflies. When I got tired at home, I called the little black dog.
Little Mencius belongs to my unclear relative, as old as me. I am like a good boy in front of him, and I know nothing. I still remember that I wanted to go fishing, but I didn't have a fishing rod. He took me to the back of the mountain, found a small bamboo with thick knuckles among the thick bamboos in the bowl, then ran around the goose farm, picked up some feathers, and fled and hid behind the house. I watched him skillfully make fishing rods, and my admiration rose in my heart for the first time. I don't remember whether I caught any fish, but when I appeared at the door covered in mud, my grandmother was really shocked. My smirk didn't go unpunished.
There are tall bamboo forests, green and straight; There are clear rivers, as sweet as spring water; Looking at the endless fields there, the breeze is blowing gently, and the waves are like blue waves and surging like sea water.
It recorded my innocence and described people's purity. My initial romance began there and my innocence ended sadly there. The city is familiar and unfamiliar, which makes me smile, noisy and prosperous, but it can't give me a happy place.
The college entrance examination is coming. I really want to go back to my place as soon as possible and look for a little shadow of my childhood in the middle of things.
I belong there. Composition 2: "How many dusk misty rain inclined eaves, opened the poem, evoked a piece of Jiangnan, and finally covered the world for the misty rain of Jiangnan. After the glory of China, it will always be just a mountain and river. "
I travel all over the world, but my heart will always belong to that "ink painting Jiangnan"
It is said that Jiangnan is beautiful, but where is the beauty? Everyone has his own opinion. I think the beauty of Jiangnan lies in the cycle of four seasons.
Spring Equinox
In this season, flowers are blooming, bees and butterflies are dancing, the rich fragrance is intoxicating, and the dancing butterflies are intoxicating. I, here, seem to feel the liveliness of the spring elves. Spring water is born, the spring forest is in full bloom, and the spring breeze is ten miles, as if you have a panoramic view.
"Flowers and leaves dance at will, and bees and butterflies fly in fear. The fans are drunk and the music is singing and dancing. "
I said softly that I belong to Jiangnan in spring.
Summer solstice
This season, heavy rain, cicadas singing continuously, warm land makes people happy, cicadas singing makes people sleepless. I, here, seem to feel the enthusiasm of the summer elves. The sun in summer, the rain in summer and the lotus in summer seem to have a panoramic view.
"Cicadas sing birds live, and insects sing. Dancing with fireflies and watching the stars move, I don't think it is already late at night. "
I whispered, I belong to Jiangnan in summer.
Autumn Equinox
In this season, autumn leaves fall and fruits are everywhere. Dead leaves dancing, fascinating, full of fruits gratifying. I, staying here, seem to feel the free and easy of autumn elves, autumn leaves falling, autumn wind refreshing, autumn chrysanthemums in full bloom, as if I have a panoramic view.
"Autumn wind rustling yellow leaves fall, cool wind flowing water. I don't know where I heard it, it's all over the sky. "
I said softly that I belong to Jiangnan in autumn.
Winter solstice
In this season, the winter snow is full of plums, the boundless snow makes people forget themselves, and the overflowing plum fragrance makes people crazy. I, here, seem to feel the innocence of winter elves. Winter snow is falling, winter plums are proudly blooming, and winter pine is cool and heroic, as if you have a panoramic view.
"Wind, frost, snow and cold, fragrant and proud. The snow can't be loose, and the winter wind blows plum blossoms. "
I whispered, I belong to Jiangnan in winter.
"There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter." I am a flower, I am Na Yue, I am the wind, I am the snow. Jiangnan, everything here, makes me nostalgic, my body, into this vast land, blue sky, my soul, into this high mountain and flowing water, Tianshan human.
I belong here-"ink Jiangnan"!
I belong there. At night, black gave me black eyes, and I only used them to look for darkness.
I appreciate Li Bai's loneliness "until, raise a glass to ask the bright moon and drink into three people". Loneliness is not loneliness. One person drinks alone, and * * * invites the breeze and the bright moon to get drunk. So lively, it constitutes a beautiful and sad drunken painting. I believe that Li Bai is lonely, because I am also a lonely admirer. It is the darkness and the bright moon that give us the same comfort.
Often a person walking in the street, a noisy, but like walking in another world, a quiet, no excitement, no enthusiasm, only a person quietly step, everything in front of him is just a passing cloud, only silence gives people the greatest feeling. I like silence, like this loneliness that has existed since ancient times, just like pride and psychedelic in dim light, full of the most neglected infinite charm.
I also return the bitterness of "caring for each other without words, tears flowing thousands of lines" Su Shi was in pain, but he was silent in his dream. His deepest sadness always makes me cry. I also believe that Su Shi and I are the same kind of people, and the depth and quietness of darkness always attract us.
I like sitting quietly in front of a desk lamp, holding a book in my hand, staying with me in the middle of the night, and having a cup of tea when I am tired. What a poetic life this is! A person sits quietly, listening to the clock turning bit by bit, immersed in his own world, not feeling tired at all, just for the happiness and pain of the protagonist in the book. How charming this long and lonely night is!
I often climb to the top of the building at night, leaning silently and looking up at the sky. The stars in the sky are like the brightest diamonds embedded in a black curtain, which is psychedelic and quiet. It was a dark night, and the ancient and gloomy black gave many people deep attachment and intoxication. I love the night, and I love the black sky more, just like the color of my eyes. That kind of mystery and spirituality is my eternal pursuit.
I believe I belong there. What if it's considered depraved? Only Ye Wudao's sentence "If we don't choose to fall, what's the point of the existence of hell". Dark world, my world. I believe in eternity. In the deepest memory, the dark heaven shines forever.
I belong there. I never know where I belong. Do I belong to nature?
I once had the honor of seeing the sea. Standing on the beach, looking at the place where the water meets the sky, don't stick it up, just look from a distance. The sea is freehand brushwork. She and the sky, the two blend together, the color, from top to bottom, from deep to shallow, has spread to my feet. At that time, the tide was rising, and the distant waves came at me one after another. I sat in the water and almost wanted to be washed down.
I heard that the sunrise and sunset at sea are amazing, so I waited for the sunset. I can feel that the sunshine is not as strong as before, and it begins to soften, and the golden light tends to warm orange. Looking into the distance again, the originally colorless sky seems to have been dyed. My heart beat faster involuntarily, and my eyes stared closely, refusing to relax at all. The sun keeps approaching the sea, and a large sea near it shows endless warmth like it. When it is tangent to the sea surface, its lower end seems to dissolve in the sea. The color of the sea is getting darker and darker, so people can't tell where the sun is and where the sea is. At this moment, the composition of the sun seems to be no longer complicated, as if its essence is soluble, and seawater is its best solvent. Gradually, more and more parts of the sun melted into the sea, and I couldn't help but start praying to let this beautiful and magnificent scene stay a little longer. Finally, the sun completely melted into the ocean, leaving only a large area of orange on the horizon. In this afterglow, every spray on the sea is as dazzling as gold plating.
I'm still standing by the sea, and I haven't recovered from the shock. I feel that I belong to nature and am a small member of everything she has created.
It is said that some people want to conquer nature. Is it because she is vast and colorful? Is it because she is silent that she can ask her endlessly? People sometimes don't talk, but it's not because there is nothing to say-enough is enough, right? Since nature has given me heaven and earth and life, I don't need to get too much from the nature to which I belong.
Where do I belong? Very natural!