After walking all day, the thin horse was exhausted and had to dismount and walk. But the horse stopped and stopped, stubbornly unwilling to take another step. He pulled the reins anxiously and pulled the horse away. What he has been looking forward to is going home! Go home, go home ... but home is far away and the road is so long, so we must hurry!
Shili strip, bustling and noisy; Singing and dancing, singing to wine. But he didn't take a look at all this. He knew that this bustling scene didn't belong to him. I would rather love a piece of twisted earth in my hometown than two thousand gold in other places. Flowers in different places will never be as simple and real as those in their hometown. He crossed the noise of a strange land and just wanted to go home. The kind old mother at home looked at the door and he felt it. The beautiful wife at home is waiting in the room, and he knows it. But it's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. When will the dream come true?
Go your own way, but on someone else's land. Full of sadness, he walked alone on the old mossy road. The west wind is full of sleeves and full of worries. A few strands of messy hair floated in front of him, and he was too lazy to comb it. As the sun sets, the withered vines on the old trees sway in the cold wind and sigh and grow old. A few scattered families in the distance have already made a fire to cook, right? He looked depressed and hurried by, adding to his worries. The sound of horses' hooves rises again from the ancient stone road, which is the only life except running water. However, the crows started up in pairs, flapped their wings in horror and flew around, and then fell back to their original positions safely. Even the birds went home. When can this heartbroken man go home?
As night fell, the road in the distance was blocked by tall mountains, so he had to tie his horse in the museum. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, but there is no home at the end of the world. A person's desire to go home in a strong dialect is like water in a pool. If you want to walk and can't walk, you can only increase your troubles.
Another gloomy night. The wind blew at first, and it was cold. A pear tree and a stream of water, I don't know who belongs to tonight.
Sweet flowers in my dreams ...
Before dawn, he beat horses and passed the customs of various places.
Life may be a crossroads or a desolate wilderness. No matter where you decide to go, the decision is at your feet.
One Sunday morning, I went to class by subway as usual. The air in the morning is very bad, and there seems to be turbidity at night, which makes people feel very confused.
I was groggy all the way, and my eyes were full of subway "on", "off" and "on". Finally arrived at the station, I yawned and got off the train. After swiping the card, I stopped after a while, because in front of the magazine shop at the station, there was a young woman with a handsome brow. She is wearing a pale yellow cloak and carrying a small bag.
The autumn wind kept blowing into the subway station, and several young people stood not far away, smoking cigarettes, leaning against the ticket vending machine and glancing at the girl from time to time; A woman who looks like a female boss in a magazine shop is busy putting new magazines and newspapers on the shelves; A middle-aged man with a briefcase hurried by; Several children even stared at the girl with strange eyes; And the staff tell jokes at the entrance, and they don't care. ...
I thought the indifference in the world was far away from us, but everything in front of me was so chilling! So many people come and go and see a life lying on the ground, regardless!
Soon, the girl was surrounded by a group of idle people. They pointed at the girl, but no one came forward. Finally, when I couldn't help calling the staff, an aunt squatted beside the girl to check the situation, and an enthusiastic old lady anxiously shouted: "Pinch, pinch!" It may be caused by hypoglycemia. "Several middle-aged women are busy with water and paper towels. When she woke up slowly, many people took out cookies and cakes and stuffed them into her hands. Several people kept asking her if she had breakfast ...
Yes, this is our society, our China, where cold and warm coexist. However, in the near future, how many enthusiastic good people will remain on this road?
I really don't want more and more young people to become indifferent. More and more children are self-centered and don't care about the people around them. What will our society be like when the whole society is numb to the deaths and injuries of others? ! I think, no one wants to see that scene, then, this world is hell!
The road goes on, people are walking, I hope the road is still the same, people are still the same, less indifference, more enthusiasm, the world is still beautiful, still full of sunshine and hope!
There are three ways, affection, love, death, and maybe there are other ways.
This road is care and support. In the past, my life gave me a "piano". From the first solo in the theater, dancing notes poured out from my fingers, and the whole person was immersed in my time and music at this moment. And no one knows that I have been on the road, walking on this first road. From the first time I touched the keys, I fell in love with him. The teacher told my father that I had no talent and the road was doomed to be bumpy. My father only gave me a faint "one road, go to the end". This kind of support always smiles when I hit my head.
This is an uneven road, but it always makes people want to be vigorous.
Even if it is cold outside the window, love is still like spring. Love is the source and foundation of human existence. Regardless of survival, war, plunder and desire, there must be love among them. Love brings two positive ways of happiness, and the other is loneliness. The fork of this road is a bright and dark road, and I am at a loss.
Buddha said: "Life is empty, and color is empty." Perhaps this is not only a tomb, but also a hometown. Love may bring a kind of death or a kind of rebirth.
Jack Kerouac has a sentence in the book "You think I'm dreaming, but I've been on the road". Affection brings love, and love brings death or rebirth. This may be just a dream, but this road is destined to go on, and even death will bring rebirth. It is the road of dreams. Everyone is pursuing the end of this road. It may be a wave on the road to rebirth, a boat in the rough sea, or an ordinary figure in the crowd.
People are wandering all the way, and maybe they will never be reborn in this life. On the other hand, at least they have been dreaming. Even if people think that dreams are dreams, only they know that they have been on the road, step by step towards rebirth.
With the approach of the new year, people who have been busy for a year have temporarily stopped running around. The school finally has a winter vacation, and the students have already stopped rushing, or counting the days of the New Year, or doing their homework "exhausted". I have packed my bags and am about to start a new journey.
At the end of last year, I signed up to study in Guizhou. Before that, my impression of Guizhou was limited to "beautiful mountains, beautiful water and more beautiful people" in TV advertisements. I read the guidebook that has been sent several times, logged on the travel website, and looked at the detailed and wonderful introduction of Guizhou. It seems that I am closer to that land. When I was about to quit the website, I didn't just pop out: I hope you can create scenery on the road. I suspect that this is a slogan that the website attracts tourists, and I ignore it-most people travel just to take pictures of the scenery, and isn't the scenery created by nature?
When I set foot on this land in Guizhou, I still had this idea in my heart-who would go to great trouble to create the scenery on the road? Together with other students, I visited one scenery after another along the way under the guidance of the tour guide. As the days passed, there were only a few days to go back to Beijing. Today, I went to Maling River Canyon. I walked on the wet road with my backpack that had been "lightened" several times, and soon I was sweating. "This road is really long and slippery. It seems that the road will take a long time. " As I thought about it, I put down my backpack and planned to collect some garbage from it. I will find a trash can to throw away in the future to reduce the weight on my back. After collecting a pile of rubbish from my backpack, I began to look for the trash can around me. But after walking for a long time, I still didn't find the shadow of the trash can.
Just as I was about to put the garbage back in my backpack, the guide who had been walking in front suddenly stopped, took out a big garbage bag from the bag and said to us, "Do you have anything to throw away?" There is no trash can on this road. Leave it to me first, and then find a trash can to throw away later. " "Wow, the tour guide is civilized!" "Quality, quality." The tour guide who was embarrassed by his classmates scratched his head: "I'm not the only one who did this, and I can't create a beautiful scene." Protection is still possible. "
With the help of the tour guide, my backpack was successfully "lightened" and my heart was warmer. The words "May you create scenery on the road" pop up in my mind. In fact, there is no beautiful scenery forever, but many people like tour guides are protecting it with their own actions. Although they themselves can't create landscapes like nature, they have become a beautiful landscape while protecting them.
I followed the tour guide on the road and picked up the garbage along the way with my classmates, creating a "landscape".
The topic composition described on the first day of junior high school is selected 5. The Spring Festival is coming. At this time, no matter in the streets, every household is making final preparations for the Spring Festival. Red Spring Festival couplets can be seen everywhere, and people who haven't returned home are on their way home, adding to the unique celebration of the Spring Festival, and even the cold in winter has been dispelled a lot.
By contrast, our home is much more deserted. My father can't go home until he is still working at night. It's just me and my mother at home. At this time, our mother and daughter are also doing the last cleaning in a year. Because I seldom do housework, I am even a little clumsy when cleaning the room. I don't know how much slower than my mother.
"ouch!" I was clearing the table when I heard my mother scream in pain. I hurry to see it. But I saw my mother holding the table in one hand and hugging her waist in the other, her body curled up slightly, her face turned pale and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. "Mom, what's the matter with you?" I hurriedly ran to ask. Later, I learned that my mother's waist flashed, and now it is difficult to move. I had to hold my mother and walk to the bed in small steps. After my mother lay down, I found myself sweating all over.
Looking up at the clock, I found it was almost noon, and my stomach was growling at the right time. "Takeaway" was the first word that came to my mind, but then I had a better idea: my mother had been cooking for me when I was growing up, so why don't I cook a lunch for her today?
With this in mind, I confidently walked to the kitchen. But when I really saw the chopping board and knife on the table, I felt like I was awakened by a pot of cold water. This is my first time to go to the kitchen. I am almost waterless at ordinary times. Suddenly, when it comes to cooking, I realize that I know almost nothing. But I have to follow the recipe step by step. Finally, I only made a bowl of rice and a bowl of fried rice with eggs.
Looking at the two bowls of rice in my hand, even I was a little embarrassed to give it to my mother, but my mother was observant and found me. "Let me try it quickly. This is the first time that Wen Qi has cooked for me. I can smell the fragrance every other room. " She greeted me a little excitedly. She holds the bowl and doesn't care if it is hot. She drank two bites of rice porridge directly and said happily, "It's delicious. I didn't expect my Wen Qi to be a chef. "
I know my cooking is not bad, but it is definitely not delicious, so when I saw my mother's satisfied expression, I suddenly felt a heat flow from my heart, and my heart was very full and full.
After dinner, I washed bowls and chopsticks, cleaned the house, and did my mother's usual work. I have never done anything more tiring than running 800 meters. But I have set foot on this road, and this is just the beginning. I'm not afraid of any difficulties. Even if I can only do one small thing for my parents, I will try my best to do it well and relieve their pressure.
There is a good saying: "I am afraid of the long journey, the scenery step by step, and the happiness step by step." Happiness, on the road. "