With the wind, floating

The rain stopped and the weather was fine. The loss in my heart is as dark as the rain.

I got up and stood by the window, looking at the bustling city alone. People come and go, as if they are small, like a grain of sand, rising in the wind. The wind started, I floated, the wind stopped, and the place where I fell was my shelter.

At this point the wind started again. I danced with him, floating, floating. The wind stopped, where is it? Under the tree, I am enjoying the cold with the people sitting next to me. Then look at this street, still so embarrassing. I am silent at the foot of the tree, waiting for the coming of the wind. In the old people playing chess, the children laughed and the wind blew again. I started my journey again.

Gone, floating. The wind stopped again, where is it? It was an idyllic place. I looked at the farmers who worked in the fields. The sweat of their peas fell down one by one. Looking around, the crowd is scarce. Only a few farmers are cultivating land, and several children are playing in the fields. I love this natural atmosphere. When I was intoxicated at this time, the wind was still coming. I continued my journey.

Gone with the wind, the wind has stopped, where is it? It is the grassland. I finally saw the innocence of the grasslands. All of them are green grasses. Far from seeing a few herders are carrying cattle and sheep. I lay on this prairie, bathed in the sun, and enjoyed the good, I watched the cows and sheep licking the grass. Looking over the past, there is a child. Lying on his back, his mouth still chewed a long oxen. I quietly appreciate this beauty, it seems that the beauty here is made for me. .

In such a quiet place, I sometimes admire those sons of the grasslands. I hope that the wind will stop and no longer wander. Let me bathe in the arms of nature forever.

But the wind is still blowing, floating, where is it, where should I go?

"叮叮叮" dream woke up, I was drifted into reality. Still looking at the street where this person came and went. The girl riding a bicycle passed through the street and disappeared at the end of the road. Looking at the old people who are still playing chess downstairs.

I am remembering my dreams and remembering a lot. I listened to the pure sound of nature in my dreams. That is with my fantasy, beautiful. But the world outside the window is still wonderful, still lively, the car's whistle still sounds. The sky is still so blue, the grass is still green. It’s just that the colorful world lacks the peace I want.

But the reality is always cruel, watching the officials are spending their days, the people are anxious and painful. At this point, my mood is no longer happy. I saw the true meaning of life. Life is like acting. The only difference is that the roles played are different. People have only one purpose, to be happy and happy. But in society for a long time, people seem to have forgotten our true purpose. Everyday hard sweat, isn’t it just to be happy and enjoy it? I finally understood the true meaning of the phrase "getting happy, but enjoying happiness but hard".

After a long time, people have forgotten the true beauty of nature and no longer enjoy nature. Every day I watched this person come and go, the street. I stared at a maple tree on the street. I saw the fallen leaves, as if brewing the wine of life.

I looked up at the sky and wanted to find the peace that belongs to me only. As if the wind started again, it blows me to nature.

Third day: Liu Bingqian