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Let my steps stop and go, let the world change, I start walking again, and I enjoy it again.

Walking makes me feel happy. , I like to walk with my roommates.

On campus, roommate A and I always go downstairs together, stepping on the gravel road, fallen leaves, and passing through several patches of grass. The grass always emits a certain sound. Rhythm, rhythmic sounds, birds chirping overhead, and the green grass is full of vitality. We always recite poems while walking, you say "the breeze is faintly fragrant", and I feel "the sun and the moon, the twin streams and the long autumn water". "; Sometimes, leisurely look at the flowers, plants and trees around, or look up at the sky, looking up at the faint clouds and blurry shapes in the sky, and counting the few stars in the sky; holding hands and listening to each other search. Interesting story...

The joy of walking is being with friends and sharing each other, I enjoy it.

Walking makes me feel happy, and I like to spend time with my parents Take a walk.

After having a good meal every day, my parents and I always go for a walk in the park in the middle of the street. The smoky willow branches float in the wind, gently caressing my cheek, and I always hold my mother’s arm. When we arrived at the lake, my father followed closely. The gentle lake water flowed quietly. I bent down to pick up the pebbles on the ground, stretched out my hand and threw them, causing ripples in circles. My mother also followed my example. I threw it, but it was not as far as I could throw it. I was a little complacent and told my mother, "Even dad can't throw it farther than me." However, my father heard this and threw a stone seriously. Sure enough, it was not as far away as me. He walked up to me, as if he didn't believe it. The stones were thrown up one by one, and fell one by one. They shined like gold in the sun. They turned out to be stones. There was laughter and joy. Surrounding the park.

The joy of walking is to be with my family, in harmony, and I enjoy it.

Walking makes me feel happy, and I also like to walk alone.< /p>

There is always a period of time every day when I give my heart to myself and walk alone in school. I like the sound of my clothes rubbing against the trees when I walk through them. I like the breeze blowing. When the branches sway, my heart seems to be chatting with me. Walking alone can help me escape from the hustle and bustle. During that short period of time, I always hummed the latest ditty I heard, "Can I just keep walking like this, stepping on the mossy path step by step?" I sing it to myself; then while circling the track, I start to think about Tao Xingzhi's Three Questions; or I learn to concentrate my thoughts like yoga teachers... I like the feeling of being away from all the noise around me. Over time, I sing it to myself. , my heart has not only become calmer and more composed, but most importantly, I have a deeper understanding of my life. In fact, life is like a walk, there is a different scenery wherever I go.

< p>The joy of walking is also to communicate with myself, relax my body and mind, and I enjoy it.

Walking allows me to feel my mood and experience the beauty of life along the way.

Walking allows me to I feel happy.