On National Highway 107 in summer, Tasong stands tall.

The privet trees on Nanhu Road are filled with the fragrance of flowers.

In the drizzle, hold an umbrella, step lightly, and listen to the sound of falling rain.

This is a mediocre day, so mediocre that time passes and you can no longer remember this moment.

Looking up at the sky, the sky is gray.

Most people who travel have their own destination in mind, and they are all in a hurry.

This kind of weather can be used to drink. After a few glasses of wine, you can scold Trump, talk about the economy, and even discuss our chances of winning the current epidemic.

The business of the small restaurants along the road has become much lighter. The middle-aged male owner and his wife sit at the dining table facing the street, watching the people coming and going.

Some men who have worked hard all afternoon will find a small shop that looks cheap and good, order two cold dishes, buy two bottles of beer, and experience the most relaxing time of the day.

The lights on the street were all on, and magnolia leaves and petals fell on the dark road.

The security guard at the entrance of Tanshanbao University is still on guard, with seriousness written on his old face.

Through the gate, you can see the green grass on the campus full of color on summer nights.

The students have all dispersed.

The black swan in the pond at the entrance of the library is probably not infected with any virus and is still wandering there leisurely.

There were strollers by the river, and there were also cyclists who were not afraid of the wind and rain. The old men were still swinging their arms, and the women were twisting their upper bodies.

A dry river section is covered with lush grass, while a rich section of the river is sparkling.

Those wild ducks and water birds didn't know where they had gone during the day. Anyway, the noise of the stalls on the shore would not disturb them now.

There are barbecue stall owners on the south bank, including couples with gray hair on their temples, as well as young people in their prime. The burnt smell that occasionally rises tantalizes the taste buds of passers-by.

The young man sat on a low stool with a big belly, waiting for the roasted delicacies of unknown ingredients to spend this summer night with an occasional cool breeze.

This moment today is a unique time in life. The scenery of this day will be difficult to find in the future.

The face of the city is there, with numerous buildings, dense pedestrians, mixed flavors, and trees of different heights.

But every trip has a different scenery.

Sometimes the sun is shining brightly, sometimes it is windy and rainy, sometimes I am full of ambition, sometimes I am extremely depressed, sometimes the moon is bright and the breeze is refreshing, sometimes I am lonely and confused.

In a lively atmosphere, you may be savoring loneliness.

In quiet moments, you may be hesitating.

The inner and outer parts are always separated and combined, and the eyes and head are always looking for differences.

Driving on the Shanghai-Shaanxi Expressway, the flowers are fragrant in the spring, and there are happy microwaves rippling in my heart.

In summer, the vegetation is lush and the branches and leaves are luxuriant, making people feel the magnificence of life.

In autumn, the sky is clear and the clouds are clear, and the fallen leaves and branches are always whispering goodbye.

In the winter, the white snow is falling, and the direction of home is always tied in the vast center of the night.

A city has its own scenery, each road has its own scenery, each moment has its own scenery, and a period of life has its own scenery.

I remember that last summer, I often drove back to Xinyang on weekend evenings. The wind was fast on Xilao Road, and the poplar trees on both sides flew by. The leaves above my head blocked the sky. The comfort brought by the speed and the relaxation brought by the green, I always felt

It makes people happy and forgets their worries.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, with the frozen world and slippery roads, everyone is cautious. Trees with fallen leaves are trembling in the wind, and the green in the wheat fields is not enough to bring warmth and hope.

The coldness and cruelty of nature make people think and restrain themselves. The same heart has different moods, and the same world has different scenery.

On the way to Wucunpu and Baiwan, there were always puddles at first, but later the puddles disappeared and there was always the smell of cow dung.

Get up early in the morning, shrouded in thin morning mist, walk briskly in the open fields with friends, chat with the villagers carrying bowls of sweet potato porridge, and return to the village to eat two bites of slightly bitter fried sesame seeds.

Ye, this scenery can be seen from the brain to the heart.

The moon waxes and wanes at night, which is very similar to life. There are light clouds and breeze accompanied by the bright moon, and there are also dark clouds and temporary darkness.

Same time, same place, still different scenery.

When I was a child, I went from Wuliang Temple to Erlijing to go to school. I walked south when I went there, and I walked north when I came back. The middle was the path taken by others.

There are always paddy fields south of the road and ponds north of the road.

At night, if I made the slightest noise from somewhere, I would break into a cold sweat. I was young and timid at that time, and I was confused and fearful of the unknown.

Halfway through life, I realize that as long as I don’t do anything wrong, any noise in the middle of the night has nothing to do with me.

As the road of life continues, I have visited the Pearl of the Orient, experienced the ends of the earth, traveled in the fifth class cabin of a river ship, sat in the business seat of an airplane, worshiped Buddha in Xiaodonghai, and meditated in Qingcheng Mountain.

Time passes and circumstances change, everything is just memories.

Everything in the past has become a prologue.

Traveling through the time and space tunnel of life, every time you travel, you will see the most beautiful scenery.

In the spring of Dongjiahe, it is the tense moment when the whole country is fighting against the epidemic. Not to mention the verdant green of the tea mountains, nor the inexplicable beauty of the Thousand Buddha Pagodas, just the fragrance of the tea that you take a sip is enough to make you think about it for a long time, and even more

Needless to say, there are blue brick and red tile houses and the fragrance of pink tung flowers against the green background.

Put down your hurried steps, sip tea in the winding tea village, settle your impetuous mood, and get drunk in the softest spring breeze. This is not only a trip, but also the most beautiful scenery.

People are to each other just as scenery is to scenery. If you forget your childhood, you must remember your youth. After you have passed your prime, you must slowly grow old.