"Spring Breeze" is unintentional, and Liu Feiyang's prose

In the morning, the sun rises slowly from the east, like the moon in the fog, but gradually it can be completely covered by wind and sand.

At noon, the wind blew harder and harder, blowing dust and being unscrupulous.

In recent years, the most serious sandstorm in northwest China has decreased, and it is milder, so it is not so crazy to show off. With the emergence of wetlands, there will be a beautiful spring. People no longer hate spring because of its endless dust. Occasionally, from the northwest to the west, the wind sweeps in, wrapped in sand, and there will still be sand blowing weather.

After a gust of wind, everything quieted down and everything was gray.

It's cloudy, and I'm very sad. I want rain but there is no rain, and the dust is flying. The air smells of dust.

At such times, I always hope that there will be a heavy rain to purify the air. After a rain, it began to look like spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and all kinds of flowers bloomed for the second time, with fragrance overflowing.

It's been like this for several days, and today it's finally wild for a while. The wind is still swaying, the catkins are swaying, the soft waist is twisted, and the hymn of spring is sung.

The wind is also singing the songs of spring, trying to blow the flowers away, but it can't help but roll up the sand and fly.

The vast Gobi, the world is the same color, the distant mountains are hidden, and only the passionate wind soars all the way, flying sand and stones, indulging in it.

The wasteland in the northwest is expressing an unstoppable heroism with the most primitive customs.

The saplings planted in the Gobi desert stagger like whips, but they greet the storm with a more tenacious attitude.

This wildness just scatters the seeds of bitter vegetables in the wasteland of more desolate places, and grows up after a rain.

The land is vast, the wind is unbridled and unimpeded, and it roars all the way east or west, roaring like thunder.

In spring, in this way, Northwest China always makes one or several proud and generous lyrical songs to show that the desert breeze is everywhere, or the wasteland is anxious, and hope can also become an oasis and the wheat waves are rolling.

People's eyes have touched the light of hope that the vast wasteland will stand, and they have been planned on the blueprint for the future. In the near future, traveling by high-speed rail will no longer be an endless Gobi, but a sea of flowers, a green field and a grassland with herds of cattle and sheep.

The huge wind turbines on those bare hillsides rotate around the clock like windmills, and only the wind can dance its beauty.

The ruins of the Ming Great Wall were bathed in the rain in the Gobi Desert of Mu Feng. The sun is shining and the rot has almost disappeared. Only in the bright morning sun and sunset, stop for a minute. How many years, how many years, still there? All eyes, like me, always glance at its afterimage in loneliness when passing by. We are a group of people living at the foot of the Great Wall. Generation after generation, we look at the prosperous remains of the Millennium, like a curve drawn on the wasteland, waiting quietly for one side of the land. Now, inside and outside the wall are the strong soil of the country, telling a land that people will defend to the death. After the war, every inch of land was safe and sound in the struggle of burning, looting and despair.

Of course, countless lives have fallen on this land, and we cherish this sacrifice and greatness with a sincere heart.

2, towering

The sky is still gray, like dust, without diffuse dust, without the smell and fragrance of dust. Standing high in the building, I saw the willow tips outside the window are green. Spring has really come, short and hurried. For example, a girl is shy and pretentious, but her heart is bursting with impatience. What can she avoid growing or growing with the solar terms? The sun can't stand the days of hiding in the fog, even if it is too long for a few days, it will light up the sky weakly first.

Everything can't be arbitrary, and people's laziness will ruin the brilliance that life should have. Sometimes, under certain constraints, you can achieve something. The free opening of flowers needs careful cultivation; The gurgling water needs someone to clear the channel; Except for the picturesque natural landscape, most of the land is planted artificially to cultivate the landscape that adults want. The same is true of people, who need to practice, polish, carve and clean up, and change from a stone to a rough jade, which is smooth, round, crystal clear, beautiful and beautiful.

Walking on the road, getting older every day, but for decades, dozens of cycles in spring, summer, autumn and winter are always not enough to see the prosperity in the depths of the season. Isn't it? When the winter is biting, I look forward to the arrival of spring. The warm world in Huang Cancan is even more colorful and red. Today last year, I didn't miss a flower, but I still look forward to it this year, always so eager, happy and surprised. Not everything is magical, but always longing for all the beauty. Perhaps, every day is the same, there is not much difference, there are too many different interests, and opening your eyes means that this day is full of hope and beauty.

The world of flowers is always beautiful, but it is extremely short. If it is gorgeous for a while, it will inevitably wither, fall off branches or bear fruit. Being with human beings is a flawless beauty, gorgeous and colorful. Everything will leave, don't ask where to go. Above the earth, under the roots, or with the wind, let nature take its course, it is the same everywhere.

The mountain peak has soared into the sky. Are these older? Is it sinking? In the eyes of generations or even generations, it has become eternal, and no one has ever asked whether it is tall or short. In any case, it keeps the mountain majestic.

Countless babies are born every day in this world, and countless old people or young people leave. The world is still the same, some people know about those subtle changes and some people don't know. Knowing or not does not affect people's living conditions. But you'd better know that maybe you will live a richer and more comfortable life. It's better not to know, it's as simple as that.

Step 3 stick to it

Great and small, time is fair, but at the same time, we are doing different things and paying different hardships. Just like success and failure, time is equally fair. Besides luck, there are more efforts, persistence, perseverance, efforts and so on. Some people hate the unfairness of fate. They think that God will not open his eyes. Then, why do you leave everything to fate or God's will? Why don't you leave it to yourself to steer or make a decision? In fact, you lost to yourself, but you didn't reflect, think and doubt.

There are countless choices in one's life. Some people just make one choice and stick to it. Whether they succeed or fail, they will not give up. Because that's the way you choose to go, maybe you will succeed, maybe you will accomplish nothing. No one knows what kind of result awaits him at the end of a road. In short, only you can feel the joys, sorrows and fears along the way. The scenery here is picturesque, birds and flowers are fragrant; Still difficult and dangerous, rescue. Some people are constantly choosing, looking for their own direction, finding the right one, and doing their best to meet a bright future. Some people repeatedly choose and give up, confused and at a loss, thinking that they can do anything, but they don't insist on anything and will never do anything. In fact, we are all human beings. What we need most is to be down-to-earth, behave ourselves and do what we should do day after day. Life is not so great. It is great to do ordinary things to the extreme. Don't think that unknown people are small. It is they who do their duty in this corner of society and make us warm, convenient, satisfied and comfortable everywhere. Hold your heart, do what you want to do, and enjoy the peace, tranquility, good fortune and beauty of life. No disaster, no war, no disease and no harm is the best.

The fluttering willow branches are not only green, but also the first willow flower. Keep the beauty of birth, even if the flowers are dying, there is an initial belief in vitality.

I firmly believe in the beauty of spring and am not confused by the wind and sand.