Afternoon stroll

Walking in the afternoon, aimless, just follow nature, follow the heart, feel at ease, carefree.

Unconsciously, I climbed up the river bank again. The winter sky, accompanied by the smog that will never disperse, is still gray. Sunlight tried to penetrate layers of barriers and spread on the earth, but it was too thin, bleak and cold. The river is like a wise man who sees through everything, clear as ever, calm and fearless, and flows deep alone.

The fields in winter in the north have already faded from their former prosperity, vastness, silence and vastness. Everything in the world is gathering, dormant and hibernating, having a rest, dreaming colorful dreams and saving energy for the call of spring.

Stop and overlook, at the end of the river bank, a forest is shadowy in the backlight, with slender branches, dense shadows and soft halo, which has a mysterious aesthetic feeling.

At the foot, the grass is dying, and it is soft and thick to step on. It's like walking in the snow. The yellow grass color, covered by the river, extends far away with the river bank, which contrasts with the color of wheat seedlings in the field. Golden yellow and oil green are in harmony, and there is no contradiction.

A big reed is floating in the wind. Lu Hua is a graceful and slightly shy woman with a low eyebrow and a gentle bow. However, the wild wind was fierce and the waves came, giving the reeds a warm and unrestrained hug, but they left in a hurry, causing the reeds to lean forward and backward and sway.

Walking forward, several pheasants struggled to fly out of the reeds, leaving only one companion struggling in panic among the dense reeds. The sound of "flapping" was fierce, and finally they broke through and fled. I'm afraid I scared you, but I was also shocked by this sudden situation and my heart was pounding. I can't help laughing.

The river bank in winter is a paradise for birds. All I can see are Henaan in black and white, magpies with long tails, and clever sparrows. They flock, follow each other, or perch on branches, or play by the water, or stand still on wires, or jump in the Woods, "chirp", there will always be endless topics and inexhaustible energy. These little cuties. I wanted to take a closer look, but these elves were ready and flew away, leaving me with a crisp song.

The afternoon sun poured down lazily, and the street trees printed long and thin mottled shadows on the road. An old man sat alone in the shade of a tree, with dark skin, chapped hands and vicissitudes of life; But his eyes were calm, staring at everything that happened in the field, expressionless, as if lost in thought. Are you planning next year's harvest? Still worried about things at home? I don't know. Guess the old man is old, he should already know that everything in this world, the change of seasons, the rise and fall of everything, the ups and downs of life, and the cycle of life and death are all natural laws that cannot be violated. There is no reason to be happy or worried about anything, and there is no need to be afraid of the future. What should come will come, and what should go need not be retained. Everything born in nature will eventually return to nature. Only the sky, the earth, the rivers and the trees in front of us, and the world on which everything depends, with a generous and kind mind, contain peace and disaster and exist forever in an endless cycle.

Presumably, the old man, like me, can't live without the close nature all his life.

The old man stood up, patted the dust and hobbled away. I'm on my way home, too.