This quiet land

This quiet land

The night fell quietly, and I stepped into the North Dock Park lightly. Stepping on the bluestone road that sizzles, sniffing the unknown flowers, everything seems so quiet, so quiet.

The people in the same trade did not speak, and we were prepared to talk about the big and small lakes around the film.

Just as I set foot on the road, there was a breeze wrapped in floral fragrance. The lilac flowers on the roadside turned into a beige look on a black background, which is more pleasing than the daytime. The green leaves unfolded and seemed to grow in the moonlight. The silence in the night seems to make me hear the sound of flowers.

After half a journey, I looked up and suddenly found that next to the bluestone road, there was a wooden stack on the lake, and I lifted my foot and went up. Looking closely at the lake, I suddenly felt a romantic feeling. Looking at the blurred reflection on the shore of the lake, feeling the temperature of the moonlight, I feel that I have been far away from the world. In the night, the lake is like a mirror, quietly reflecting the shadow of the trees on the shore. The shadows seem to be no longer black shadows. They stand upright in a quiet atmosphere, watching me quietly, but like a group of dark elves. .

I continued to move quietly forward. There were tall trees on both sides of the road. The right one seemed to be thundered. Its trunk was almost a straight cylinder, and the sparse branches were stretched out. far. I walked under this tree, it seems to be a poplar. The stretched leaves gave me a strange sense of security, as if I had to stay under the tree, I would never have trouble. Quietly, a girl and a tree, though abrupt, are harmonious.

A grandfather, a grandmother took an old dog and walked by me, still no one spoke. At this time, there was a singer and dance in the distance. In the park, everyone’s footsteps were very light and the place was faintly revealed here. Quiet, quiet work, quiet thinking, quietly watching people who miss the beauty around them, like the water, the old grandfather, the grandmother must have the youth, and the unknowing people can Experience the quietness and purity of this quiet, without a trace of impurities. Taking back the look of the tree, I went on.

Unconsciously, the taste of cloves permeated this space, and the gates of the park arrived. I looked back at this park that seemed to be untouched, and I had a very ethereal feeling in my heart. It’s like in the collision of the mind, I have already told the clump of lilac trees here, the bluestone road, the poplar tree and the grass and wood here, one stone and one stone: “One day, I will still Come again. Goodbye, this quiet land."

Goodbye, this quiet land.

First day: Xu Wen