Life is a long journey, no matter where the destination is, the most important thing is the most beautiful scenery along the way. -Inscription

It was getting dark, and we walked on the binjiang road. Walking on the edge of a quiet island, my temperament is very pleasant, talking and laughing with my family.

The sky is like overturned ink, black satin without any impurities, so deep and mysterious. Looking across the river, the lights are as bright as day. The river reflects the night sky, stained with the thick night, like a flawless black jade. A naughty child next to him picked up a stone and threw it hard. I couldn't see where the stone fell, but I heard a crisp sound, like a wonderful music played by an instrument. But that piece of rough jade is broken. The lights on the street are reflected in the water, and with the rippling river rippling, it is a little sparkling and dotted with long black silks and satins.

The wind danced, lit tiny feet in the air, showed slender legs and raised slender hands. The graceful figure was spinning, which was so charming. The wind's fingertips brushed, bringing more fresh air and more coolness. It took the tree's hand and danced with it. The leaves rustled and the grass rustled. I heard the insects in the bushes respond, took out their musical instruments and began to play carefully. Then, a grand concert began. It seems that all insects are playing and singing heartily, here, over there, as if at their feet, what a touching symphony.

Some old people on the side are fishing! Look at them sitting leisurely, silently watching several fishing rods fixed on the shore. I looked down the fishing line-what a long line! My sister patted me on the shoulder and asked, "Did you hear the fish swinging?" I was speechless, held my breath and listened carefully. Sure enough, I heard the fish struggling. They splashed snow-white water and drilled holes in the dark rivers. At this moment, a young couple passed by, followed by a furry dog. The dog suddenly stopped in front of the fishing rod. It stretched out its claws to catch it, jumped up to bite it, and shouted at the fishing rod. The dog barked loudly at this quiet moment. I laughed at the funny look of the puppy.

Go on, I see ...

In fact, life is like this, no matter where you will go in the end, just appreciate the beauty and excitement on the way-because beauty is on the road!