River Soul Travel Diary

In the afternoon sky, the north wind suddenly rose, the dark clouds were dense, and the pattering raindrops fell with the wind, washing the deserted streets. Winter is walking with light steps. Looking at the cold city, it does feel a bit like winter.

In the woods in the distance, after being swept away by the wind and washed away by the rain, only dry branches are left. In the depressed season, everything seems so pale, so desolate, and so insignificant.

A long river came into my sight. Looking around, the river water was like a white jade belt. The vast river in the rain actually had a different artistic conception. When I came to the river, the cold wind mixed with the smell of rain hit my face. There is no coldness at all. Out of respect for the river, I have a red-hot heart.

The river in my hometown is a branch of the Huaihe River. Although it is not a big river, it has not been reduced to a water source. It still maintains the character that a river should have. It has always played the role of a golden waterway. It nourishes every piece of land it flows through, and it continuously creates material wealth. These characteristics make it the purest river, clear, calm and magnanimous. It has a flamboyant personality without losing elegance; it has a long history but refuses to dry up. In this extremely ordinary river, there is extremely unusual water flowing. It is a majestic river of nature, a mother river that nurtures all things, a river of life that moistens the earth, and a river of spirit that never stops flowing.

The gurgle of the river, the mighty wind, the river’s majestic momentum, broad mind, heroic spirit, and majestic figure made me indulge in its inspiring water, and for a moment I didn’t know where I was. at. The beautiful picture is as gentle and elegant as bathing in the breeze, the mood is as comfortable as stepping on auspicious clouds, and the splashing water is like thousands of galloping horses. Only by being there can you feel the generosity of nature, the vastness of space, and the infinity of time. It allows people to see another kind of freedom and ease beyond the secular world, see the magnificence of life, the tenacity of life, and the blooming of the heart.

When the weather gets cold, will it freeze? If the river is frozen, it will also enter hibernation. After flowing for so long, it is time to rest. Even if it is frozen, it still has the style of a big river. Even when you are resting, it still looks stylish. This is the quality that a big river should have, and this quality is exactly what we lack. The dedication of the river shows people's greed. Under the reflection of the river, people's ugly hearts are exposed at a glance. When I feel the coexistence of greatness and insignificance, I seem to have had a dream, dreaming of swimming in the river with no end and no direction. But the dream soon broke, because there was an invisible force that pulled me back. This force was my thoughts. My thoughts merged into the endless river water, and flowed eastward to the sea along with the cold river water.

For a long time, every time I see the river, I have a pious heart and inexplicable admiration. Over the years, after years of precipitation, baptism by wind and rain, and polishing by time, this admiration has slowly transformed into worship. In fact, the river is just a carrier of the gods. It acts as a bridge for people to communicate with the gods, so it is only a spiritual symbol. The purpose of people worshiping the river is just out of a yearning for a better life and a kind of spiritual comfort. These are just people's wishful thinking.

The sky is getting dark, and the cold wind passes by, biting and cold. In front of me, the cold front is like a wave; behind me, the night is like a tide. Such a huge city cannot escape the invasion of cold winter. The north wind blows on the cold rivers, the mighty east flowing water, and the blossoming waves bloom with the poignant beauty of the moment.

Looking forward to life, in fact, everyone has a river in their hearts, which flows calmly and silently. The left bank is the glorious youth, the right bank is the vibrant and splendid life, and what flows in the middle is the fleeting minutes and seconds.

Looking back at the past, the years are like a colorful cloud on the horizon, sliding by in a hurry. If you can't hold the pulse of life, how can you release the meaning of life? I don’t know whether I can succeed in the future, I don’t know what it means to lose each day, I don’t know what else I can think about or do; what I know is that my life is sliding step by step towards the end of my life. Maybe I won't be able to do anything big in my lifetime, but an ordinary life may not be a failure. In fact, if you think about the process of struggle, it is not a kind of success in life.

A song came from the distance: "A big river has wide waves, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides." Listening to this moving melody, I finally felt a lot more comfortable. It was getting late and it was time to go home. In the vast darkness, I embarked on my way home.