Journey? journey

There was no snow in the winter of my first year in the north, but I can still remember the little ice on the river. ? I always hear the cry that the ice on the lake wants to break away from the embrace of the sun.

? Time is always like this, when you haven't had time to appreciate the splendor of spring, but you have passed the passionate midsummer. The journey is still shining in the unknown maze ahead. You always regret that things backfire, and the wonderful life is still in your casual bit by bit.

? Many people like to travel, one appreciates the openness of the journey, and there is a happy sharing along the way. The ancients have long been infected by such a happy-go-lucky attitude towards life. Tao Yuanming, a scholar, will also be moved by the colorful fall of Peach Blossom Garden. He who likes to travel around the mountains will also feel disappointed that he is "looking for traces step by step and having a special place". However, the realm of "boating Shui Xin Rock to Fishing Net Creek, which is different from green, is not enough to write its extraordinary beauty", that is, a kind of pleasure and romantic medium to pour into the place where there is still a clear spring on your side. Here are the literati, and the poets who moved to other places can generally express themselves as the final calm of their official career and unruly fate.

? Maybe you still don't fully understand the ancient people's feelings thousands of years ago, so where is your journey and where is your journey?

? You said that traveling is not giving up on life, being loyal to the love of life, and enriching your width with the experience of traveling. Anyway, the road is at your feet, and the scenery on the road is up to you.

? Journey, journey, journey, I don't know if you have a special liking for that, but you will probably think about Wang Guowei's three realms, or the various differences in philosophical views of mountains and waters, which will not be the feeling of "the west wind withered the green trees last night". You said that my journey is a sea of stars, and I will go back to it, because I am still on this road, and I will go on unswervingly. There will be hardships, bumps and many unknowns. However, you are already on the road, on the road, on the road, on the road ahead of your life, and it is right to move forward, because you have a mission.

? Like this star is not last night. Your efforts will eventually turn into what others admire you. I believe that your journey will be a piece of Wang Yang, because there is a rare mind that embraces all rivers.

? There is no snow on my journey, maybe it is just the beginning. I don't know whether I will see the vast Xinjiang or meet the snow in the north of Saibei, and it is as touching as my waterscape in the south of the Yangtze River. I will say that my journey is like a chess game, not because I lack my own strength or the courage to doubt myself, but what I will do is to find what peace is in that fluctuating situation.

? Perhaps there is nothing more exciting and uneasy than returning home. When you think about the ending that you haven't seen for a long time or are hard to guess, you face the unknown, like the moment when the groom turned over the bride's hijab in the old days. Going home is also a self-test. In fact, for a long time, you have judged the situation, the journey and the way home. Only by maintaining your own beliefs, your affirmation of yourself will create your own journey.

? The day when I go home is only winter and summer, and there is no spring and autumn. It has nothing to do with learning the word like the ancients outside. There is no snow in winter in the south when I go home, but there are familiar wet and cold and quilts wrapped in several layers.

I always hear the sound of rain outside the window, and I always feel that those rainy days are better than sunny days.

The hard days you think are going to be the scenery on your way.

? The story of returning home will always be a snowy winter.