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I believe tomorrow will be better, with small towns in the sunset, small bridges and flowing water, blue sky and white clouds, and green hills.

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? Sanxi town is named after the confluence of three streams. I can't leave here because my parents, my roots are here. I can't live without it. I like it here, because opening the door is close to the mountains and waters. Leaving here to become a migratory bird is forced by material life. The spiritual destination will always be this beautiful sanxi town.

In the evening, the sun rises in the east, climbs across the sky and stays at the top of the Western Hills. It is tired, the light is getting weaker and weaker, and the temperature is getting colder and colder. ? It just doesn't want to say goodbye and fall down. Looking up, I saw the bright yellow footprints of the sunset on the white wall of the room, which seemed to tell me, "See the sun, even though it is brilliant."

I decided to go out for a walk alone while it was still dark. Cross the small bridges on both sides of the river bank and you will arrive at the Garden Expo Park. ? The Garden Expo Park is located in the open position of Sanxi, which is most suitable for seeing around Sanxi. Looking around, sanxi town is surrounded by layers of mountains, and rows of houses rise from the mountains. Some mountains are undulating, like humps and tigers behind them; Some hills are smooth and huge, like the breasts of the earth; Some mountains tilt the water chestnut, like the pyramids in Egypt.

The color of early summer is green, not the colorful and charming spring. The color of spring can't stand the wind and rain, as Meng Haoran wrote, "But now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I broke." The color of summer is tempered, even if it is stormy, it is "motionless as a mountain". Looking around, the distant mountains are thousands of miles green. Look at your eyes carefully, tall and thin. I think the color of life should be green. Green can go through summer and autumn, and green can withstand wind and rain. Just like Li Bai, "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen"; Also like Liu Yuxi, "If the mountain is not high, there must be a spirit. If the water is not deep, there must be a dragon ... I am a humble room, but I am virtuous." It is also a poem, "The moon has ups and downs, and people have joys and sorrows ... I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery."

But some life is the color of spring, and flowers are generally beautiful and delicate. ? Qu Yuan said, "Xiu Yuan has a long way to go, and I will go up and down for it ..." However, he ended his life with a river of spring water. Xiang Yu, who met Qin Shihuang for the first time, said, "I can take his place ..." But he refused to cross Jiangdong, but ended his military career with his own sword, leaving future generations with infinite emotion. "It is still unknown to make a comeback." "From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world", but Haizi lay on the cold railway track and left it to future generations, "Spring blossoms, facing the sea".

? It's dark, but the sky is especially clear. The light blue sky is clean and as clear as brocade. This vast brocade is painted with ever-changing clouds. Some scaly white clouds are layered, like the body of a dragon; Some white clouds are like smoke from the chimney of a farmhouse. The clouds rising behind the western hills are the most wonderful, as if unstoppable. At first, it was scarlet, and in a flash it turned orange, spreading half the sky. I think it must be the sunset hiding behind the western hills and playing the game of blowing bubbles.

Under this blue sky, everything flourishes like an ocean. The person who walks on the earth is this "fish under the sea". No, people can't compare with idle fish. Fish can jump freely at the bottom of the sea or on the sea. Naturally, we don't have that freedom. We can fly and jump in the blue sky. I think birds hovering in the sky are most like fish. It can bounce on the land or soar in the blue sky, giving a panoramic view of the vast land. However, human beings are naturally much smarter. They build planes when they can't get to the sky, and ships when they can't get into the water. Meng Haoran wrote about the beautiful scenery that can only be enjoyed on the water. "Desolate sky and low trees, how clear the moon is in the water! "If ancient people can go to heaven, I think we can certainly read the beautiful poems in Tang poetry and Song poetry that can only be seen from the clouds.

Before the night rises, the faint full moon is already hanging in the air, sometimes hiding behind the clouds, and sometimes lifting the veil to reveal its true meaning. Unconsciously, I have walked far and deep in the Garden Expo Park. So I took a detour. There are more and more pedestrians on the road. There are groups of boys and girls, lonely people with headphones on their ears, and families in Xian Yi, old and young. Thousands of people came to the Garden Expo Park for a walk in the twilight and walked on the winding concrete road. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "There is no road in the world. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. " But now it is a paved cement road, and shrubs dare not walk on it, fearing snakes, rats, insects and beasts. As for lawn flower beds, trampling is not allowed, which is immoral and will be punished. All the people walking in this garden are stepping on the paved concrete road, and only children may be afraid of tigers and rampage on the shrub lawn.

I stopped by a small bridge and running water for a while. The green leaves standing on both sides of the river go away in turn, and the delicate branches seem to hang down from the water under the weight of huge and dense green leaves, and they seem to reach out and touch the blue waves. Occasionally, a wild duck the size of a fist is drilled in the blue waves, craning its neck to look around freely, and then drilling into the bottom of the water, leaving ripples on the water surface. At this time, the nocturne feast in the grass was born in all directions. Looking up again, the lights of the town are looming among the dense branches and leaves. The black night curtain has completely covered the sky.