Green mountains and green waters prose

In a noisy city, it is difficult to find a piece of soil enough to grow a forest. All the soil is covered with hard cement or asphalt, and some of them are just one here and one "air hole" there for the soil to breathe. The "pores" you breathe are all blooming with colors, and only these colors can make the city not suffocate. Looking at these dots of urban green trees and flowers dotted among rows of high-rise buildings, another landscape painting emerged in front of my eyes.

It was a sunny day. I stayed away from the city and went along the cement road to find green mountains and green waters. At first, all the roads I saw were cement roads, and gradually there were fewer cement roads. Finally, only a curved cement road extends in front of the car.

Where there are villages, there are roads; A mountain with feet will form a mountain road. I don't know how long it took, my vision was full of green trees and wild flowers, and my ears heard the beautiful March of the stream. There are fewer and fewer roads covered with cement coats, more and more green trees and flowers, large tracts of grass appear, the car starts to run behind the mountain, and the stream in front is like a circuitous leucorrhea ... I really can't help but feel excited and let my friends stop and watch. But friends say that this is only the beginning, and there will be more intoxicating scenery ahead. The car went a little further and stopped by a stream.

I got out of the car eagerly, and the fresh and fragrant air clung to me, which made people feel refreshed. Living in the city on weekdays, the air is turbid and polluted, mixed with dirty gas, and sucked into the heart, so that the spirit is often confused. Today, the air in this mountain alone is enough to intoxicate me. I stood there quietly and closed my eyes. I want to bathe in this fresh air and wash away the dust and filth I got in the city. There is a smell of new digging in the air, and there is a fragrance of mountain flowers. My body and mind are as refreshing as soaking in a warm and comfortable hot spring with petals fluttering.

I was meditating, listening attentively, and my cell phone rang in my ear. It turned out that there was a mountain spring singing. Following the song, I saw a mountain spring gurgling down from the distant mountain, not wandering, but moving happily along the mountain. When I take a closer look, the water is really clear. I can see the sand in spring and the swimming of small fish. Flowing spring water is endless life and soul, and it is a symbol of infinite strength and confidence. In this way, they went forward bravely and pursued the vastness of the sea.

Standing by the crystal clear spring, listening to the tinkling sound of the spring and watching the gurgling sound of the spring, my heart is full of emotion. The stubbornness of childhood, the ignorance of teenagers, the melancholy of teenagers, the departure of relatives, the passing and the hiding in the bottom of my heart, sometimes hidden ... I just hesitated. Happy mountain spring, can you tell me why you always have to wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it, and only after experiencing pain can you realize the depth of love? How much time has passed, youth is no longer coming, and how much time has flowed from the source of the fountain of life? How much can I cherish and how many memories can I collect? Love what I love, cherish what I cherish, and nourish the dust with the fountain of life in love.

Squatting on a large piece of bluestone, I saw countless green shadows and mountain shadows in spring. Spring makes trees and mountains become shadows in spring. Where there are shadows, clear springs turn into green springs. If you compare this green spring to emerald, it is too much, because this spring is still choppy and the waves are still dancing, which makes you have to admire. The flowing fountain of life, how much beauty has become a shadow, embedded in memory. Looking at myself in the water, I suddenly felt a little lost. What did I lose? Oh, I remember, a lot of time was wasted in the fleeting time.

I gently held a green spring to wipe my face, so when my hand touched it for the first time, countless water halos rippled, gradually dispersed, getting bigger and bigger, and finally completely disappeared in the advancing spring. Those people and things in the long river of memory are different. It was clear at first, then blurred, and finally I couldn't remember the image at all. Maybe it's because new springs keep pouring out. In the long river of memory, you have to leave some room for new people and new things. Spring is really cool. My dry face begins to get wet. I immerse my hands in the spring water, which cools my nerves and clears my mind. I bowed my head and drank a mouthful of clear spring, My Sweetie, which moistened my heart and lungs.

Such as water tenderness, water is verve; Good as water, the water is deep. Water is smart, painting, singing and poetry according to water. Just the word "water turns around" has produced countless poems. A piano piece "Mountain Flowing Water" made many bosom friends in the world fall. What's more, the green water is trickling and the blue waves are rippling, which makes me linger and go back and forth.

Green water and green mountains are always natural. Not far from the banks of the spring stream, I see continuous mountains. Although the mountains here are not as green as Daxinganling, they are all green when you look around. A mountain range connects countless mountains in series, and each mountain has its own posture. They are not as beautiful as the mountains in Guilin, but they all have their own styles; Not as steep as Guilin Mountain, but it is also steep. Those mountains are so diverse that many works of art created by this artist, like the earth, all rushed at me at once. In Shan Ye, the trees germinate in spring, flourish in summer, yellow leaves fall in Qiu Lai, and trees experience in winter. Countless trees tell stories in their arms year after year. Whether there is an audience or not, all trees are performing their own performances in this way. Living on the ground, life is an actor, not for anyone, just to live, to live, and not to make a shocking move for the sake of brilliance. Looking at the castle peak, I have a superficial understanding of all sentient beings.

There are no grotesque rocks in the mountains here, and every ridge has its own coat. Some are pine forests, some are Chinese fir forests, some are bamboo forests, or all kinds of trees are mixed together. It is rare to see the mountains bare. From a distance, the forest is lush, stepping into the forest, with green grass at the foot, green leaves on the top of the head, and all kinds of unknown wild flowers mixed between the green and green. People stand in time, as if they were dyed green. It is a charming sight that the sun shines through the cracks in the leaves and falls on the grass. I saw a butterfly flying around in the forest, sometimes on branches, sometimes on grass tips, sometimes on flowers, so free, it was really enviable.

Walking out of the forest, I saw white clouds floating in the wind over the forest. Besides the green hills, there are green hills, and the green hills overlap. Far away, frolicking with white clouds, near calm and heavy, looking at the sky. Facing the castle peak, my heart suddenly changed, and the castle peak remained unchanged. No matter how tall the dignitaries are, they can't climb the mountain, and no matter how short the mountain is, it will be higher than the sea.

Mountains are evergreen because of water, water is beautiful because of mountains, tangible mountains, invisible water, mountains with heads, endless water, water is always blue, and mountains are always evergreen. The blending of mountains and rivers is the combination of agility and calmness, the collocation of quietness and movement, and the complementarity of wisdom and benevolence. They are so tacit that they come uninvited.

There are long white clouds and green grass. Suddenly, a bird flew from the forest to the clouds. How I wish I could have a pair of wings like a bird and fly between mountains and rivers. However, this is futile and a dream. In the end, only through imagination can the soul fly.

The ancients said: love the water, a wise man, loves mountains. I am neither a wise man nor a benevolent man, but I also love the mountains and rivers of nature. Today, walking in the green hills and daydreaming among the green waters, I realized the agility of the water and the calmness of the mountains, but I feel that only the mountains and rivers set each other off can we achieve the most beautiful scenery.