Beautiful prose about taking a walk

Beautiful Prose on Walking 1

Walking is a state of mind. In other words, walking is a walk of emotions, not feet. When walking, people have no feet and there is no road underneath. Just like the singing voice played on the tape, no one is letting go of their throat, but the music is so beautiful.

This kind of beauty probably does not come from excitement. Excitement is usually accomplished in a fast pace, such as jumping wildly, running wildly, shouting, etc.; walking creates a leisurely atmosphere, with a little heaviness in the emptiness, which is perfect for melancholy and thinking.

Melancholy is like trivial things. When unfolded, they are everywhere, even more vividly in the mist and mist. When gathered together, they are as full as a handful, like soft silk...

Walking will make you feel better. Magnify, make it infinitely large, big enough to accommodate yourself. When people are melancholy and thinking, they swell rapidly, hiding in the house, surrounded by walls, with almost no place to stand out, so they have to rush out of the door and become a ghost in the world.

Take a walk, pruning your rough self, your overgrown self, your messy self step by step.

When you take a walk, you are your own path. Walk out and actually walk back.

There are always times when people need to think quietly and find themselves on the unknown road of memory. When one is depressed, one swells rapidly, everything magnifies to the point where it is everywhere, and the small room seems to be unable to accommodate one's soul. Go out and release yourself, letting the vastness of heaven and earth contain the swelling melancholy. Every step you take is being purified by nature, and every step is trimming your rough self. Finally, prune yourself to a self that satisfies you and finally return to yourself. Beautiful Prose on a Walk 2

The moonlight is boundless and the years are silent. I wandered alone on that familiar path, green under the moonlight, with flashes of green. Winter passes and spring comes, the moonlight remains, the path remains, but time passes unconsciously. Some people are asking where the time has gone. In fact, time slips away in the space between our fingers, unable to grasp or retain. I can only recall the fleeting minutes and seconds, relying on my unique feelings. In this vast land, I don’t know if time has left memory, or if memory has held time. On this moonlit night, the chirping of insects reminds us that another spring is about to slip away.

The long river of life is a continuous experience, and continuous experience makes people constantly change. At that time, we had the same feelings, the same ideals, the desire for detachment, and the desire for freedom. Running wildly all the way, I don’t know how to pause and stop, I don’t know how to remember the most beautiful youth, feel the frivolity of youth, and embark on the journey of my own life. I can't feel the sadness, because I am young and a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. With the most beautiful ideals, I pursue the feelings in my heart and the emotions in my imagination.

When I set foot in the society alone, struggling and sweating in the society, I realized that this was not the world I wanted. The setbacks smoothed my corners, and the frustration hit my heart. , looking back it is already very different. The vows I once made were just the ignorance of youth. The world is assimilating into my heart, and the feelings of youth are flowing through my heart. In the unbreakable corner, a wound was torn, and this wound was expanding exponentially. I could do nothing but wait silently for my original dream. Because I am no longer young, my ten years of rural life was beyond my expectation. My life is on a fork in the road, and I just tend to one side. I bear the pain silently and miss the lost youth, because they are now disappearing or even perishing.

In the ten years of rural life, I have met many people. The passion of meeting them and the sorrow of separation have changed my young heart, making it grow and mature. There are all kinds of love stories in the world, but the imperfect ones may be the most beautiful experiences in life. I can only use my fingertips to mark the time that slipped away. Every sadness will leave a scar that will remind me in the days to come, so I live cautiously and carefully to find my ultimate relationship, which is a life beyond love.

People often say that life is impermanent. After experiencing enough emotions, people will believe in God's will and fate. Maybe it's just a comfort to myself, maybe it's really God's arrangement.

I miss the past, but I won’t be silent. The moonlight is still the same, the scenery is still the same, but my heart is quietly gone. Looking forward to a lifelong brother, watching over a lifelong lover. Beautiful Prose on Walking 3

In the dusk of the four seasons, I walk alone by the river, in the fields, and on the road.

Each season has its own unique attributes, and each season will bring you different surprises and gains.

I was walking around alone, and the reflections behind me were either beautiful or crooked.

If a person can lie there all the time like an antique, the price will not drop, and the value will even increase. How lucky should we be? How lucky should we be?

Humans are animals, and animals are different from plants. Animals need movement, but plants do not.

Every day’s walk is an indispensable standard, and even walking has sneaked into each of us.

We have seven emotions and six desires, we have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. We are human beings and we have emotions. If you stay in a certain place for too long, you will feel inexplicably bad, your appetite will decrease, you will get inexplicably angry, you will panic, and you will encounter many problems that are not problems.

If you are in a bad mood, don’t want to move, have a loss of appetite, feel depressed, or feel inexplicably angry. It means your heart needs exercise. Like a gas tank, all the suppressed emotions cannot be digested, so you have to go out by yourself, take a walk, look at the flowers and plants, the birds singing and the fragrance of the flowers, the ants moving, and the flowing water.

Nature is your best healing medicine tank. The sound of gurgling water and a gentle breeze blow over your cheek. At this time, you only need to close your eyes, open your hands, and let the wind It penetrates your body and washes away your unpleasant emotions.

In the fields, by the river, and on the road, a person paces aimlessly, stopping and going. In fact, we walk with a purpose, but we are like a shadow without a purpose.

When a person is in a field, the whole field belongs to him alone. Look at the flowers and plants, smell the earth, and the breeze blows by, bringing a strong earth smell. It passes through the nostrils, enters the lungs, travels through every cell, runs in our blood, flows in the blood vessels, and is expelled from the body through the pores.

The smell of earth washes our hearts white and makes our bodies comfortable. Let us understand nature better, integrate with nature, and let nature enter our bodies and hearts. We are with nature, we are closely linked to nature.

We lowered our heads and looked at the flowers and plants under our feet. They were all looking up at us, but we were looking down at them. We are like their masters, growing under our feet and letting us step on them.

Looking up again, at a glance, I found that except for plants, there was nothing in the entire field that could become the focus. At this time, I feel like I am in a world with only myself, my own kingdom. Our subordinates are those flowers and plants, they dance for us in the wind and grow desperately for us in the rain.

Wherever we go, we will leave traces, traces of a road. Our people are making way for us, opening the way for us. They are at our beck and call, and we control their destiny.

Close your eyes, raise your head, open your hands, and let the wind penetrate your body and pass through your body. It is like a net-like body that the wind can penetrate at will.

Your heart flies away with the wind, floating in the wind, flying happily. Dance for you in mid-air to make you happy. Your heart can be as light as the wind and can fly like the wind.

Your body has been washed very clean by the wind, and those unpleasant emotions have been blown away by the wind. They fly farther and farther and become sparse, and finally disperse, and all the unpleasant emotions disappear.

Your heart is flying farther and farther, laughing and drifting into the distance with the wind. You begin to feel very light under your feet, and the more the wind blows, the lighter you become. Keep blowing, and finally it seems like the stick supporting you has been pulled out, and you fly up, dancing in the air with the wind.

You are carried away by the wind like a leaf. The twists of your body become a beautiful dance. You dance and fly. At this time you are like a leaky net, you have no body, you only have spirit.

You cross mountains and rivers. On the river, you dance gracefully, crossing the water and splashing water.

At the riverside, you listen to the gurgling river water, and you use your hands to gently caress the stones that the water has just covered. Your body is so smooth, smooth and smooth. Your hands slowly melt from the fingers into water, and you swim in the river with the water.

In the clear water, you can see every stone, every aquatic plant and sphagnum moss underwater. They lie quietly on the bottom of the river. They are just sleeping. Their bodies are covered with sphagnum moss and there are swimming water bugs, bugs you can't even name.

The entire underwater world is a complete world, a beautiful kingdom. You are playing hide and seek with the fish. You float on the water, and the waves lift your butt up and down, and you become a dancer. You are not controlled by anyone, you dance as you please, and you dance your favorite dance.

The sound of water sliding over and over stones is your music, playing rhythmically to accompany you.

Floating, you flow farther away, to your heart, and to your goal. You have your own world, you have your own paradise, you have your own kingdom.

You always like to be unrestrained and like to walk in open places. There are things you want everywhere. The scenery on the roadside when you stop and go, you look around and look into the distance. The other side will definitely be beautiful, but you won’t think this place is not beautiful, they are all beautiful. You love everything here, you love the stones under your feet, you love the flowers and plants under your feet. You hold a camera in your hand and you are recording them. You are the recorder of their lives.

Their history and their ancestors are recorded in your little camera. You write their history and you depict all their lives.

You like to do it, you do it without asking for anything in return, you have no complaints, you just like it blindly, it’s that simple.

Do you think recording these little lives will be helpful to you, your mood will improve, and your unhappy emotions will be worn away by your patience.

You love many things you do. You like to walk alone. You don’t like to be disturbed. You like to pace alone. You don’t want to be the focus of other people’s lenses. Often you are the focus of other people’s lenses and pupils.

Although, you do not deliberately want to be the focus of others, but you are different from others. You are very quiet, not affected by the outside world, you are not disturbed by the outside world, and you quietly do what you like. thing.

You are not much different from others. You are just very attentive and focused on doing a certain thing. You just forget to be careless and cope with it. You just simply like it.

You just don’t like to see other people’s impatient, reckless, and rude ways of doing things. You are very careful and you like to do everything with your heart, at least the things you like.

You have very few friends. It seems like this on the surface. I often only see you alone. However, if you are making a joke with others, you are acting it out for others to see. In fact, you have many, many friends, and you have all kinds of friends. They will not betray you, use you, or let you go.

Your friends are all the animals and plants in nature. You love them and you like to communicate with them. Although you do not have any verbal dialogue, you have spiritual dialogue.

You learn a lot from them, you observe the changes and differences in them, you are in direct dialogue with nature, you can read the language of nature, you love them, just like them Love you the same.

You are more like their mother, you protect them and take care of them, you have unlimited power, you are full of courage and love.

The light in your eyes is all love, the sound coming out of your mouth is all love, and the twisting postures of your body are all love.

You have it all, you have all of nature.

If you see a shadow of loneliness, maybe that shadow is you, your soul out of the body.

If you see a lonely black shadow in a field, by a river, or on the road, a shadow that is walking and stopping, a shadow with wings spread out, that is me. I am embracing nature, I am letting nature penetrate my body, and I am bathing my soul.

If you see a person wearing headphones, staring at something for a long time, staring at a certain place intently, that’s me. Maybe it’s my soul, maybe it’s my body, maybe it’s me talking to nature.

It seems like a silly behavior, maybe it is really silly. I just love doing it, I just love this way of relaxing, I just love taking walks. I just have a lot of questions that I can't solve. I can only find the answers by going for a walk.

Maybe, it’s really stupid, maybe there’s something wrong, so what?

The psychological pressure pushed me to a dead end, but what could I do? I could only go out for a walk. No one chatted with me, and no one talked to me about what was on my mind.

The only language in my heart is to talk to nature. Nature will not dislike me, nature will not reject me, and nature will not lie to me.

Go out and start by taking a walk alone.

Everyone needs their own space and time, and every life needs its own corner. Beautiful Prose for a Walk 4

Bai Juyi’s poem: The weather is fine when I come late, and I take a walk in front of the door. An evening walk is indeed the most rare leisure moment of the day. It is both relaxing and good for your health.

People living in the city wake up to the alarm clock, go to work on time, and then have a busy day. Many people choose to take a walk at the intersection of day and night. At this time, it is not dark yet, and there are still looming clouds on the horizon. Watching the scenery with the sunset makes time and pace slow down.

There are more people walking in the park. People who had been nervous all day came in twos and threes. There are three generations of grandparents out for a walk, there are new parents pushing strollers, there are also playful children and couples in love. Urban women who had been working all day came to square dance. They were in small groups, holding tape recorders. There was a lead dancer in front, and they simply stood in a few rows behind them, changing dance steps and formations according to the rhythm of the music. Most square dances use simple steps and basic movements from folk dances and modern dances, which are not difficult and easy to learn and dance. There are also people doing aerobics in the square. Many people participated, perhaps because it combines the dual characteristics of dance and fitness. The movements are both soft and graceful of dance and strong of gymnastics, so it is very popular. At first, only retired people danced, but later it attracted people of all ages. People, there are many beauties in their twenties in the dance team now. While walking, you can enjoy the scenery and beautiful women, which is both fitness and eye-catching.

Occasionally, I would encounter a person running amok, with no expression on his stern face. He would pass by quickly, like a gust of wind. Wherever he went, pedestrians would pull over, and the children who were playing and chasing each other would not have time to dodge. His heart was full, and before he could react, he was scolded by his parents. This pace was a bit fast. The purpose of walking is to relax and relieve the tension during the day. Treat walking as a task to complete. Instead of reducing stress, the burden will be heavier. I don’t like such a rush and wind and fire. Why not slow down and discover the things around you? The beauty?

Go out and relax. No matter whether the sunset is red or purple, or whether it rains or winds tomorrow, forget your worries for the time being, let your relaxed mood fly freely, and let the good times be spent happily. . Beautiful Prose for a Walk 5

Last night, my wife and I returned home exhausted. Along the way, my wife was lamenting that it has been a long time since she went for a walk in Jinshan Park with you in the past two years.

Speaking of walking with my wife, it was a very happy thing, but now it has become a luxury.

My family lives next to Jinshan Park. The thousands-acre Jinshan Park is filled with flowers and green trees all year round. Willows flutter and lotuses bloom. The standard walking fitness path winds through the green grass of Jinshan Mountain. There are everything you need in the park including a stadium, a playground, and a tea house. It is a good place for Jintang people to relax and exercise. At dusk, my wife and I held hands, accompanied by two cute puppies, walking on the Jinshan Trail, living a slow-paced life, enjoying the beauty of nature and breathing the fresh air. Looking at the setting sun from a distance, there is a kind of poetic state in which people meet after dusk.

I remember one evening, my wife and I took a leisurely walk. We saw an old man walking alone in front of us, his steps unsteady, his silver hair flowing in the evening breeze. I guess she must be lonely? Where have the children gone? Is this what happens when we get old? Just as he was thinking about it, a voice of "Oh!" suddenly came out, and the old man accidentally fell to the ground. Without saying anything, I rushed forward and gently helped the old man up. The old man said, "I accidentally twisted it. It's okay. Thank you." The old man kept saying, "My wife is no longer here, and my children are working in other places. They rarely come back. I only go out for a walk by myself. Thank you." Help me up. Now I heard that young people don’t dare to do this for fear of getting into trouble.” At this time, I smiled and remembered the discussion in the news media about whether an old man should be helped when he falls. I think this needs to be discussed, and the elderly must be supported. Maybe one day, we can take a lonely walk and enjoy the sunset alone like this old man.

My son is in college, and the family’s expenses are getting bigger and bigger. In addition, the downward pressure on the economy has increased in the past two years. It is very difficult to run a self-employed stall opened at home. So, we had to reduce the number of employees and rely on my wife to run the business alone. Every morning, she drives to the Qingbaijiang store with the sunshine. From purchasing, shipping to selling, she does it all by herself. At noon, we eat some box lunch at the store. In the evening, after I cooked a meal from home, I took the No. 4 bus to send it there. It was already eight o'clock in the evening before dinner. After the meal, he stayed at the store waiting for every customer to come. It wasn't until late at night that the door was closed. When I drove home, it was already around 10:30. After a tiring day, she often fell asleep while lying on the sofa, with exhaustion and hard work written all over her face. As a wife, she not only has to be busy with business, but also takes care of me. As a mother, she often worries about her son who is thousands of miles away and her daughter who is not around. She has shouldered too many burdens in this family, and that great maternal love was displayed brilliantly in front of me.

Taking a walk, which is by no means a luxury, is now a wish that my wife and I can hardly realize. I look forward to the day when my son graduates and my daughter gets married, and they no longer have to work so hard to run a store. You can walk in Jinshan Park with your beloved wife at dusk, walk under the sunset, and walk through the life after dusk. Beautiful Prose for a Walk 6

It has been raining for nearly a day today. The wheat is blooming and the peanut seedlings have just broken through the ground. For the farmer uncle, this rain is undoubtedly a good rain that knows the season. After the rain, the sky is clear, the air is fresh and moist. In the good season of late spring and early summer, the breeze is blowing and the temperature is suitable. For people living in small towns and city people living in reinforced concrete jungles, they feel uncomfortable if they don't go out for a walk. Sorry for the beauty of the world.

After dinner, as usual, I put on my sports gear, rode my public bicycle to Wuzhou Plaza, swiped my card to return the car, and then went for a walk along the Keelung River.

At this time, there were not many people walking. As long as people are walking slowly, they must have a satisfied expression on their faces. Most of them turn their heads, raise their arms, twist their waists, lift their legs, and take deep breaths while walking. Me too. It’s rare to have such good air. The weather forecast says the air quality is good, which is great. It's not an exam. If you get good grades in the exam, you will be criticized by the teacher at school and scolded by your parents at home. Fortunately, people today do not have high expectations of the government and God, and good things are already pretty good. There is no need to spend money to buy air like the juicy and fresh vegetables at the morning market. It is inevitable to breathe more naturally.

The water and grass in the river are lush, and the croaking of frogs can be heard from a distance. This is in sharp contrast to the surrounding tall modern buildings and the fast pace of the city. The sound of the open-air KTV on the roadside sometimes overwhelms the croaking of frogs, giving the impression that it is just noise, but they are singing happily. Some fishing enthusiasts are not ready to close their poles yet. I believe they will have a fruitful harvest. I also like fishing. In fact, for them, the harvest is not only the fish in the fish basket, but also the beautiful environment and relaxing mood. The branches of the willow trees by the river can be touched with your hands. I often pick a leaf that looks like a beauty's eyebrow, put it in my mouth, and I can play beautiful music. The flowers and plants on the ground are lush, green, green, yellowish, and bloom in various colors. It can be said to be colorful and colorful. The large area of ??flowers whose names I don’t know blooms in a noble purple color that I like, which is unique in this large area. Like the girl who just ran past me, she was dressed in white, with long hair reaching her waist, a graceful gait, a pretty face, and her body exuded the delicious fragrance of sycamore flowers. Among the walking crowd, mostly middle-aged people, the bright and beautiful scenery has become a flowing scenery, attracting many eyes.

On both sides of the path, there are mostly newly transplanted trees, with three wooden supports attached to them, but they are already flourishing. I suddenly thought, three dead trees support the hope of a tree, how can this tree grow without working hard. The ground is also transplanted turf. The day before yesterday, I was worried about whether they could survive. After the rain, I have decided to settle here. The thin leaves have already stood upright and connected together, like a green carpet. I really want to sit on it, or lie down on it, roll around a few times, or spread a piece of cloth, buy some delicious food, and invite a few friends and close friends to have a picnic.

The phone rang, it was the sound of a message from WeChat. A friend left me a message asking to look at the sky I just photographed. Then there are four photos. The photos were taken with an upward-looking lens. Through the gaps in the building, you can see the sky and a few clouds that look like freshly washed white sand. The sky is like the ceiling of a home that has recently been painted with Nippon paint, dazzlingly blue. I replied, is this the sky of the city where you live? She replied, yes, it is in our community, it is rare. I said, that is, it is too rare, in your heavily polluted metropolis.

Continue walking along the path. Because the rain has not stopped for a long time, there is occasionally water on the road paved with stone slabs or bricks. Walkers sometimes need to change their pace or change their route. pass. From a distance, I saw an old woman wearing a sanitation vest waving a broom. I'm still thinking that after the rain, when everything is full of vitality, there shouldn't be such an exaggerated cleaning. Could it be that there are still people who really litter enough!

As I got closer, I saw that the old lady was not cleaning the garbage, but sweeping the water hard. I was a little surprised and asked, "Auntie, you can just sweep the trash, why do you have to sweep the water?" The old lady said that it was getting dark and there were more and more people walking. I was afraid that the lighting here was not very good and someone accidentally got their shoes wet, which would ruin the elegance. Hearing this, I felt a little moved in my heart. Perhaps, this is the professional ethics of a sanitation worker, the simplest dedication, which makes oneself dirty, cleans the environment, tired oneself, and facilitates others. After listening to her down-to-earth and positive words, I felt that the evening was more pleasant.

When I got home, I opened the login space and saw another article shared by a friend. It said, no wonder it’s raining all over the country today? How many people know because today is a person's birthday. He is the first prime minister of our beloved Communist Party of China. It is Zhou Enlai's birthday. He has no children, no inheritance, and he did not even leave a grave or ashes. He devoted himself to his life while he was alive, and after his death he still cared for his motherland and people. I believed that the rain had something to do with him, so I decisively forwarded the article.