What the resort sees and feels.

There is no evening study on Tuesday. I always like to go to the resort to relax my nerves, then enter dusk, then enter the night, and then start a new dawn work.

I like to go into nature and let myself go. I may be a child of nature, where is my home.

When I entered the resort, the sunset in early winter had not dissipated and fell on the treetops of the yellow-green jungle. I felt the light and thought about the topic of light. What is light? Just thinking, just wisdom, just the possibility of the world. Are you a light? I asked myself. I don't think so. But I want to be my own light, and I want to be someone else's light.

The world needs light to illuminate, because it is dark, right? But the length of the place illuminated by light seems to be constant. So you don't need light? But they themselves have become a part of the light!

I walked around the lotus pond many times. If there is no idea, there are many circles around. Listening to the sound of fish frothing from the water, watching the plane take off and land, consciously or unconsciously hum the song "Let Love Land" again: she is not as gorgeous as fireworks, nor does she migrate like a bird, but a flying kite, afraid that you will be free from heartache, remember that the clue is in your hands. ...

When I first came to Yuncheng, I was homesick or worried about my job. I came to watch the plane take off and fall, to calm my heart and let me return to the track of life safely. Yes, my mind needs stability, from nature, from imagination and memory.

When I decided to go back, the golden ginkgo tree attracted me again; In fact, the sound of taking off and landing attracted me again, so I went in. Ginkgo tree leaves are golden and gorgeous. Autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, reminding me of the meaning of life.

The periphery of the resort is the airport. How many times have I walked through the holiday garden? I was shocked and solemn when I saw the dead bird on the Internet for the first time today. Well, he once told me that in order to prevent birds from flying into the propeller of the plane taking off and landing and causing unnecessary accidents, airport personnel will use some machines whose names I don't know to interfere with birds and animals. Several birds have irregular wings and hang on a silk net. I can't see their eyes, but they must be full of fear and helplessness. Five or six meters apart, it was barbed wire that blocked my steps. In fact, my eyes are already highly nearsighted. I can't see them clearly today. I silently named them "Freedom Martyrs". When I left, I said to them in my heart: Goodbye, brave martyr. Your heart is free.

Wisteria leaves are yellow, too. Pomegranate leaves are also yellow. The leaves of Fatong are yellow, too. Late autumn has passed and beginning of winter has arrived.

On my way back, I saw a lovely little girl. The girl's clothes are as yellow as autumn leaves. I don't know her, but I like her very much. She is a child eager for life, a natural child, right? I really wanted to hug her, but in the end I didn't. I left, and she and her grandmother walked behind.

I met another man with a briefcase in a hurry. I suddenly had a strange impulse to say hello to him, but I didn't. I looked at him, but he didn't look at me. I suddenly feel why people should be so indifferent. A long time ago, didn't we have the same ancestor? However, we are strangers to each other.

Turning a corner, I walked into the alley. I feel back to my normal life. The light in the next room is on, and my heart is a little warm. The street lamp is on and the moon is up. But it doesn't feel like light. Maybe it has something to do with emotions.

I spent a little time writing down my travel notes this afternoon. I know that if I don't write it down, it will all disappear soon, leaving no trace. Actually, I like that little girl. I want to call her a clever child. Yes, he is a clever boy. Walking in the street in winter brings me emotional sunshine and temperature.

I like myself tonight.