Strolling through the forest

Whose mind contains a number of noble gems that can decorate human life, what is the great power that gives mankind the inheritance of civilization and the future?

Walking through the forest, there are a few people in front of me. Hey, Guo Moruo came to me with his huge brush. He told me that reading is not about desire, and reading should be carefully tasted. Going forward, here is the former residence of Lu Xun. The desk is full of four treasures. I read the masterpiece "Scream" on his desk. I seem to be in the wilderness of the nation. Going forward, it was an orchard. Newton sat under the tree and stared at the apple that fell. Einstein is secret to the success of the book: to succeed, you must pay.

Strolling through the forest, the winding path is quiet: the weeping willows of the prosperous world, the Yangzhou in the fireworks in March, the models on the cover of the Tang and Song Dynasties, the moonlight of the twenty-four bridges, and the pupils that are gradually open in the hands of the jade people... Jiangnan The woman between the lotus leaf lotus leaves, the deserted sand in the snow, the sorcerer in the snow, the sages on the bank of Zheze, the heroes who did not return, the emperors who sealed the mountains and the earth... The wind was always blown away by the wind, and the floating name was also the current. Going... Dunhuang and silk in the east, churches and waltz in the west, elephants and lions in Africa, jungles and waterfalls in the Americas... The ancient magic of the four inventions, the mystery of UFO, the changes of La Nina, nano and The deep and novelty of cloning... is a book that makes my world a colorful, mountainous and heavy water.

I prefer the poetry in the book. The trees are also awkward, the moon is also awkward, the water is also sloppy, the mist is like a faint gauze, it covers the mountain, but it can't cover the unvoiced sound of the mountain bird. The crisp tweets echoed in the mountains, echoing... The stream was clear, the stream was the peach blossom on the bath surface, the breeze rose, the petals swayed on the water, and scorned... I seemed to have come to this dream paradise. This wonderful paradise is created by the poets for me.

I prefer to read at the window of the night. The dark blue night sky, the stars are twinkling, there is a breeze and noodles, there is a bright moon companion, and when you hear it, you will realize it.

Strolling through the forest, which little flower has no fragrance of the times, which leaf has no reflection of life, and there is no clearing of thoughts in my mind.