Zhang Jinqiang

It was just dawn. I got up and looked out the window. The sky was covered with thick clouds, the mountains in the distance were like black clouds, and the water near was smoky. It felt like a rain was about to come. There was accumulation of water in the shallows on the ground. There was a spring rain last night. Listening carefully, the birds outside the window were chirping and playing a cheerful morning song, so I went out and took a stroll.

The Grain Rain season is approaching, and the spring scenery is in full bloom. Coupled with the baptism of last night's spring rain, the morning is foggy. As soon as you go out, you will be greeted by a fresh and warm air, which makes people feel refreshed. The community faces the sea and is built near the Golden River that flows into the sea. This scene also has a misty and hazy artistic conception. When you walk out of the gate of the community, you will see thousands of weeping willows, delicate green holly, golden forsythia, and flawless white magnolia... This spring color in your eyes has been washed away by the blessing of last night's spring rain. They are covered with dust, as if they have put on new clothes, fresher and more beautiful. At this moment, an old lady with silver hair walked towards me. She was dressed in sportswear and energetic. It goes without saying that she also came for a morning stroll.

Walking to the green garden outside the community, I lingered in the garden decorated with trees, flowers, grass and leaves. There are many kinds of flowers, plants and trees, some that can be named, some that cannot be named, it seems that there is no one at this time. It doesn't matter, because it doesn't affect me at all to pick up the spring scenery in the morning and feel the quiet beauty in the morning. The branches are covered with blooming flowers, presenting the most beautiful picture of life in the years. The peach blossoms are scorching, the pear blossoms are white, the cherry blossoms are like snow, and the lilacs are overflowing. Looking at the white magnolia trees, it looks like a group of white doves perching on the branches, spreading their wings in the morning breeze. I stopped to admire the trees, closed my eyes in front of the flowers and smelled the fragrance, and walked on the grass. The dew in the grass had already wet my shoes and trousers, but I didn't know it. A spring rain moistened the earth, watered the flowers, plants and trees, and also wetted the skirts of the flowers on the branches. The drops of crystal clear water on the petals add a bit of softness to the flowers and can't help but make people fall in love. A gust of cool morning breeze blew away, shaking off the droplets of water. Some were soaked in the soil, some fell on the young leaves of iris, and some dripped on the waist of the grass. Wandering in front of the lilac flowers, I was attracted by the fragrant fragrance. The lilac flowers on the branches were surrounded by clusters. The purple color made people feel more comfortable. Put your nose close to the flower and suck deeply. The wisps of aroma floating in the humid air will instantly make you feel refreshed, as if you are in a paradise.

I reluctantly left the green garden and walked into the seaside protective forest. The tall coniferous pine trees were like weaving. The old pine cones were still scattered sporadically under the trees. I walked slowly on the path in the forest. Go up and feel a little quieter instantly. A middle-aged couple was running in the forest. Looking at their retreating figures, I could feel how much they loved life and how happy they were. Walking in such a quiet forest, I thought of a book I was reading recently, "Living Life as Poetry". The author Xiangzi was originally a photographer. By chance, Xiangzi and his friends went to Zhongnan Mountain, but she was She was impressed by the tranquility and tranquility of Zhongnan Mountain, so she lived in Zhongnan Mountain for a long time, living a pastoral life that truly belonged to her, starting at sunrise and resting at sunset, enjoying the poetic feeling of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains" Life. For her, the tranquility there is what her heart desires and pursues, and it is her paradise. At this moment, although I am deep in the forest of the city, the scenery in front of me also vaguely makes me feel the tranquility that Xiangzi pursues. In the woods, I found an elm tree. Looking up at the tree, the scene of climbing a tree and picking up elm coins in my childhood came to mind. At this time, I stood up on tiptoes, hooked the branches, picked off a handful of elm coins, stuffed it into my mouth, chewed it slowly, and savored it carefully. Yes, it still tasted like my childhood. There are long wooden chairs along the path in the woods. If you have free time, taking a rest here will be a kind of enjoyment in life.

Walking out of the protective forest, into the Golden Beach Seaside Park, stepping on the wooden plank road, picking up every scene in the park with your eyes, and enjoying the garden scenery in the early morning. Through the plank road, we came to the seaside. It was high tide, and the sky was still covered with thick clouds. The waves hit one after another, and the waves hit the shore rocks, creating white waves. I sat on the shore and quietly watched the waves jumping and dancing. Listening to the sound of the tide, living by the seaside, you should have such a unique leisure time. Looking towards the shallow sea, more than a dozen fishing boats are swimming far away, and the faint sound of rumbling motors can be heard. This is the hard work of fishermen who live near the sea. Two sand gulls passed overhead, and their gray and white feathers and sharp beaks could be seen clearly. Walking along the seaside, after a while, I saw a group of sand gulls hovering over the sea. There were also a few sand gulls on the sea. As the waves floated, other sand gulls also glided into the water to fish and feed. I walked and walked, appreciating the embrace of the sea, feeling the gentle breeze of the sea breeze, and spending the morning time.

Due to high tides, sea water pours into the river from the Huangjin River mouth. The water level of the river bed near the mouth of the Huangjin River, which was originally in the dry season, rose. After the tide rises, not only does a large amount of sea water flow into the Golden River Estuary, but it also brings abundant marine resources. Some small fish and crabs are washed into the Golden River Estuary by the waves. The water surface of the river bed is much calmer, no longer as turbulent as the waves on the sea. Turning right from the seaside, I walked up the Golden River and saw several sand gulls swimming on the water, sometimes preening their feathers with their beaks, sometimes looking for food and fishing.

There is another scene on the river. Groups of swallows swing their scissor-like tails and flap their wings, like a group of dancers. Sometimes they pass by the water. They seem to use the water as a mirror, showing off their dancing postures. The magpies on the branches on the bank also chirped, seeming to play a role in the spring morning, attracting attention. As time went by, I strolled back home.

Time flies, and we have been busy moving forward on the road of life, but we have ignored the scenery around us. At the right time, take a walk. Maybe the scenery around us will not be as good as the famous mountains and rivers, but it can It gives our souls a moment of solace.

About the author

Zhang Jinqiang is from Dingxi, Gansu, and now lives in Yantai, Shandong. Outside of work, his spare time responsibilities include: member of Shandong Prose Society, member of Yantai Prose Society, editorial board member and editor of "Yantai Prose Micro-Journal", and Jiaodong Online Citizen Journalist. A literature lover likes to read his favorite books, write his true feelings, walk in the streets of time, look for the traces carved by time, and enjoy the elegance and tranquility.