Then sit on the boat and watch the wonderful composition of the rising clouds in Ran Ran.

I have always liked the phrase "I will walk until the water stops me, and then sit and watch the rising clouds" by Mr. Momo (Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei). I am deeply impressed by the beauty of the mountains and rivers and sighed at the tranquility of the people. Often recite, chew the true taste, greedy for elegance, so the lips and teeth remain fragrant.

Try to find, try to find such a peach blossom garden, worthy of such poetry. However, many times, many things are not what we imagined, and everything will not change because of you, me and him, and enter our ideal track. In all the noise, I lost Mr. lyna's peach blossom garden, and neither did I.

But I never gave up looking. It was an ancient dream, a belief constructed by dreams, which gradually became green in my heart.

Some time ago, my mother and I went to visit relatives in Tian Ping, Yuechi County. I met a piece of water, and my heart was left in the rippling blue waves, called the elephant trunk river.

This is not a thrilling encounter. Cloudy day, afternoon.

The distant mountains contain Dai, the smoke is hazy, and the blue waves are deep. The quaint and shabby boat docked quietly on the shore, and occasionally a few egrets skimmed the water. Time seems to be still, but everything is so vivid. The dead branches of the old trees and the grass tips on the banks of the river indicate the cycle of life, and the quiet fisherman and us, who are travel-stained, indicate the throb of the soul. At this glance, I am crazy, crazy.

The old boatman gave a cry and the boat left the shore. As the boat slowly moved forward, I suddenly realized that a glimpse was really just a glimpse! This river, no, I think it should be called a lake. There are many islands of different sizes scattered on the lake, and the islands in the distance look like quiet ink paintings, which are full of poetry. The nearby island looks like a fresh watercolor painting, with bright colors and vitality. Everything is green. The water is green, the blue waves are boundless, and the reflection of trees in the water makes people unable to tell the true from the false; The mountains are green and distinct. There are many pines and cypresses planted on the hillside, while dense bamboo is planted on the shore. The bamboo tip hangs above the water and is connected with the reflection in the water, which is like a dream. Shadow is real, and truth is shadow.

Everything here is quiet, quiet and deep. Occasionally, I will see a fishing boat, often the husband rowing and the wife casting a net. I can't see their faces clearly, maybe there are vicissitudes, maybe there is hard sweat flowing, but their laughter is endless with the flowing river. Occasionally, egrets fly by, occasionally ducks swim by, and occasionally you can see the white geese of the mountain people. All creatures are infected by the aura of nature, becoming more and more lovely, and nature is more aura because of the cuteness of creatures!

We live in the noise of the city, and it is also true that we enjoy this noise. But when night falls, do you feel a great sense of emptiness when you stand alone at a busy crossroads? That kind of feeling comes like a flood, forcing you to take off all your disguises and making you feel unprecedented fear and sense of belonging. We are afraid and confused, but tomorrow morning we will put on our camouflage clothes again and shuttle between all kinds of camouflage.

Then why not go back? Go back to the original quiet life. "I want a house facing the sea and blooming in spring." Haizi has been talking about a naive child's dream, but why don't we admit our inner innocence? Go home! Go home!

Sail on the blue waves and then sit and watch the rising clouds.

It's better to go home and wash tea in Dongli.