Prose on the road

Prose poem on the road: pack your bags and hit the road.

One day, I felt tired, and I didn't want to look at that face, the complexity of the world, the remoteness of heaven and earth, the monotony and frequency day after day. At that time, I wanted to prepare a simple bag and feel the scenery on the trip.

It's not a peach blossom island, and there's no need to cross the ocean. There are no towering peaks, and there is no need to climb. With a flying heart, I walked on the road, listening to Gu Xiang's distant footsteps, feeling the wild juvenile clothes, feeling the yearning of the girls in front of the balcony porch, and feeling the sunset sinking at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.

Time flies like a white horse on the reins, fresh life and profound images are submerged in the heavy smoke of history, leaving some old marks for future generations to pursue and feel the ups and downs of clouds and smoke.

Picking up the camera, there are landscapes and wandering figures in the images flashed in the lens, and the moment of smiling is fixed in front of me.

Many times, I just want to collect fragments with my eyes and store them in my memory like butterfly specimens. In the silent dusk, in the middle of the night, quietly staged on my heart.

Facing the boundless waters, rolling muddy waves, feel the imagination left by heroes in time and space after the waves are exhausted. Feel the black smoke that lingers over Chibi after the blazing flame is ignited, and the smoke that gradually disappears in the autumn wind.

Close your eyes, many images disappear from your eyes, just like the old things submerged by time, which have already disappeared.

Only feel the essence of years after washing with your heart. After many twists and turns, you can still see a moving picture when you look back. Without too many languages, you don't need to run the so-called connection. You just need a message, and you can travel all over the world, learn from your teacher, make friends, and engrave a paragraph in the world of mortals in your heart.

If life is a journey, what you can stay in your heart is the special experience along the way and the warmth you feel in your life wandering. At that time, the scenery of the world and the emptiness of life were not as warm as the joy in the cold night.

Sometimes I'm really tired. Look up at a green tree outside the window. The once dry branches have bloomed with the news of spring. Many changes can be made in the four seasons. No matter how it changes, it seems to be a superficial glory, which can be easily lost and not really gained. What needs to be managed is never the real need in the heart.

The charm flowing on the surface is easily blown away by the sand of time. Erase the traces in the impression, look at the scenery all the way, feel the ups and downs of the world, the brilliant warmth of human nature, understand with your heart and open your eyes. The scenery in time and space can never be seen. ...

Essay on the Road: Happiness is always on the road.

We have been looking for happiness, and we have been trekking in happiness. We always pursue blindly and forget to stop and appreciate life better. In fact, as long as you don't retreat, happiness is visible, and it is already a lot.

Happiness is listening carefully, happiness is speaking seriously, and happiness is a flower, a cloud and a willingness. Happiness is like grass, like flowers, like clouds, like trees, like stones. I don't care even if it rains or blows. As long as I have an unshakable heart as a torch, even if it burns to ashes, even if I have everything, I am willing!

Happiness is a smile, it is full of warmth.

On the way with you, I fell in love with you at first sight with a smile. I think, in your heart, I must be the most beautiful when I smile, just like beautiful nectar, full of vitality and sweetness. My smile is an unspeakable happiness for you and me. For this happiness, I am willing to pay all my enthusiasm, my beautiful face, mature rhythm, clear heart and heavy hope; Even my stunning dusk, old wrinkles, lonely soul and beautiful lines in the future.

Smile, overflowing in the mouth, how much expectation, how much happiness.

Happiness is a kind of missing and being missed, and missing each other is a kind of happiness.

Looking at the boundless starry sky, you look at me and I stare at you. I looked into the distance again and again. My eyes crossed Qianshan, crossed the end of time and space, and conveyed a miss to your eyes and your heart. Although we are far apart, we are always warm.

Happiness is a lifelong companion and a tearful happiness.

The happiest thing is not to laugh with you when you are happy, but to cry with that person when you are in tears; The happiest thing is not the glory of vows of eternal love, but that person is so heavy and cherished when you are injured; The happiest thing is not the vigorous love, but the person who shares joys and sorrows with you every day!

One day, we will all grow old. Can we still remember those days when the fragrance lingers? Many years later, when we are old, I will still remember that you came into my life. I wonder if I will burst into tears at that time.

Happiness is a short life, even a simple meal. As long as we feel it with sincerity and true feelings, happiness will always bloom around us like flowers.

Happiness is actually very simple, simple enough to be seen everywhere. Happiness is a care, a look, a hug and a prayer. Happiness is the quietness of a beautiful article, the comfort of a cup of fragrant tea, and the leisure of watching the sea and listening to the wind and rain hand in hand. Happiness is the earnest call of relatives and the knowing smile of lovers. As long as you listen attentively and look with your eyes, as long as you look up at the blue sky and white clouds, the world will be so clear and beautiful, which is a kind of happiness.

Everyone longs for happiness. In the depths of the years, looking back at the scenery all the way, whether it is thick or light, deep or shallow, happy or sad, is happiness. Because beauty is always ahead and happiness is always on the road.

Travel Essay: Traveling on the Road

At the invitation of my cousin, I set off from Xi 'an at 6: 00 on 19 and started a 10-day road trip. After leaving the city, it entered Baoji Expressway, passed 36 tunnels and entered Gansu. The mountains have gradually become bare from lush, the soil has changed from yellow to gray, black, brown and red, and there are sporadic artificially planted vegetation. My cousin, who just graduated from senior year this year, majored in geological exploration. She told us all the way about the geomorphological features of the places she passed, the names, compositions and suitable growth conditions of different colors of soil, which really enriched my knowledge.

We had a short rest in each service area, so we stopped to enjoy the scenery along the way. Unconsciously, after 12 hours, we arrived at Huangzhong County, Qinghai Province at 8 o'clock in the evening. We found a hotel at random. The owner of the hotel is a young minority woman in her thirties. She has beautiful big eyes, clean clothes and speaks poor Mandarin. She took the initiative to introduce us to various scenic spots and driving routes in Qinghai. Her enthusiasm made us feel kind to this strange place.

After a good night's sleep, we bid farewell to the hotel owner and went to Qinghai Lake. At this time, the sun is shining, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and our horizons are suddenly broadened, and our hearts are also broadened. We enjoyed the beautiful scenery and felt as if we were in a painting. Holding a mobile phone through the window glass is a picturesque scenery everywhere. Blue sky, blue lake, yellow rape flowers and green grass, at this time, the eyes are completely captured by this picturesque beauty. What attracted my attention was that many Tibetans wearing Tibetan robes on the roadside were waving a small red flag and speaking Tibetan. Although I don't understand their language, I can understand their sincere hearts.

The car drove very fast, and green carpets passed by one by one. We couldn't help stopping the car several times and couldn't wait to jump off it. Like a child seeing his mother, we jumped into the embrace of the grass and looked around, full of hearts. I lay on my side, pressing my body tightly on the grass, staring at the tender grass in front of me, shy, unassuming, delicate and pungent. I saw small white flowers dotted between the grass, just like clouds falling gently among the grass. Immersed in this fairy-tale fairyland, I can't help but imagine myself as a grass dancing lightly in the wind and a small flower seed flying freely in the wind. ...

At this time, a Tibetan came over and warmly invited us to go to Qinghai Lake through his grassland. He told us that this is the shallow water area of Qinghai Lake, and we can go down to play in the lake and take pictures in Tibetan clothes. I asked about the cost, and the other party said it was per person 10 yuan. When I heard that the cost was so small, I had misgivings. It is often said that tourist attractions will be planted in pits if they are not careful. I asked several times, and after making sure that there would be no charge in the middle, I drove to the lake under the guidance of Tibetans. Standing on the side of the road, looking at the connection between Qinghai Lake and the sky, it seems to be the other way around. The blue of Qinghai Lake can't tell where the lake is and where the sky is. Only when you get closer can you truly appreciate the wonderful beauty of the lake and the sky.

Tibetans enthusiastically selected suitable Tibetan clothes for us, and introduced several places where we can take pictures, including the stone wall of Qinghai Lake with the scarlet letter written on it, the steel bridge with red carpet and the white swing decorated with colorful flowers. The swing covered with flowers stood in the shallow water by the lake and attracted our attention. We can't wait to run over, take off our shoes and socks, roll up our pants and get into the water, and sit side by side on the swing and sway gently. Our feet hold up the lake, splash the waves, and indulge in this wonderful feeling, as if we were back to childhood.

Tired of swinging, I got up early and sat under a canopy, looking around at the simple facilities. I'm confused. I asked the Tibetan how much he could earn by charging 10 yuan. He pointed to the grassland in the distance and said, "The country is so kind to us Tibetans now. You see, those barbed wires are made by the state free of charge, and cattle and sheep will not get lost in them at night. We graze cattle and sheep to welcome tourists. " However, the lake belongs to the country, and it only costs ten yuan to maintain and repair these facilities and clean up the lake at any time ... "He gushed, and his gratitude was beyond words. From his bright eyes, I clearly saw its inner purity. I think simple Tibetans have a special feeling for this grassland that outsiders can't understand. Although far away from modern civilization, they know how to be content and grateful. Their life is simple, simple and happy.

My cousin talked about living in a tent in the grassland to experience the life of Tibetans, so we drove all the way, and a Tibetan family chose a three-person tent and a two-person tent by the lake more than 30 kilometers away from Heimahe Township. There is no parking lot here. I was most worried about the car. The shopkeeper told me not to worry. It is safe to put the car anywhere here. When I moved my luggage from the car to the tent, I looked around. There are only a few tents around, behind the mountain and in front of the lake. Suddenly worried about the safety at night. I offered to choose a county town for the night, but my cousin insisted on staying here and had to obey her wishes.

After settling down, my cousin took me to take pictures on the grass with great interest. As soon as I entered the embrace of the prairie, all I saw was grass and flowers, and all my worries and concerns were swept away. We ran and cheered on the grass in the afterglow of the sunset, playing with each other to capture the most beautiful moment, my cousin repeated all kinds of flying movements, and I kept pressing the shutter to grab the camera.

"Hey, you didn't get it!" With the click of the camera, a voice came from a distance. I turned my head and saw a Tibetan in a white hat and black clothes coming towards us with a camera in his hand. I didn't answer the phone and kept taking pictures, thinking, why can't I say he is so far away from us?

"Beauty, the camera should be tilted 30 degrees!" The young man approached me and stood behind me pointing. I followed his instructions and he kept saying that I didn't shoot well. He held out his hand and asked me for a camera, saying that he wanted to shoot. I hesitate to give it to a stranger easily. This camera was bought abroad for more than 30 thousand the year before last. He seemed to read my mind and took a picture of my cousin with his camera. I almost cried out in surprise. Is it his superb technology or the magic of the camera? Cousin actually flew more than one meter high, and the silk scarf in his hand just spread out to one side, and youth and beauty were free in the air. Then he asked me to dance, and I did my cousin's dance, but he said I was suitable for ballet. Under his guidance, he took a photo of me dancing ballet, which was as beautiful as a star, but it was in his camera. Then he turned over the other photos in the camera to us one by one. Dewdrops on the grass shook in his camera. I appreciate his superb photography skills, his aesthetic vision, his enthusiasm and sincerity. I don't have any worries because I appreciate it. I generously gave him my camera and asked him to take photos of my cousin and me again.

During the photo shoot, we had a brief exchange and learned that he is a Tibetan, especially fond of photography and singing. He walks on the grassland with his camera all year round, sometimes taking pictures while herding sheep, sometimes taking pictures specially, taking pictures of the scenery on the grassland, taking pictures of people coming and going on the grassland, and often sending some photos to participate in photo competitions. He pointed to a photo of a girl in red on the grassland at sunset in the camera and said that he had won an award for this photo. He has a love of beauty, captures beauty with a pair of eyes, treasures beauty with a camera, and shares beauty by participating in competitions. He said that one day he would take photos in a big city. A shepherd boy on the grassland has been herded by a flock of sheep all his life. A camera is his dream of flying. The grass is green, the grass is yellow, and he swings the music of life with a sheep whip. His heart followed the camera through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, and through the four seasons of life. His footsteps are chasing the sheep on the ground, and his thoughts are chasing the white clouds in the blue sky.

At our request, he sang "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau". Listening to people singing this song on this grassland has a special Tibetan flavor. With his high-pitched and passionate singing, we can't help singing and dancing with him and flying happily in the singing.

At this moment, the last sunset has dyed the horizon into a gorgeous, white tent, blue lake and blue grass, painting a harmonious and quiet oil painting.

On the way to the salt lake, altitude sickness, nausea and dizziness, I don't want to walk a step when I get to the scenic spot. My cousin bought me a sightseeing train ticket, let me visit on the sightseeing train and see the characteristics of the salt lake. They walked to enjoy the scenery. Salt lake is named because it is rich in salt. All the sculptures around the lake are made of salt, and the roads around are paved with salt. The lake is like a mirror, the sky is reflected in the water, and the water surface is another sky. I walked less than half way on the sightseeing train and my energy was exhausted. I climbed the fence and slept for half a lap. After running a lap, I called my cousin back and left the Salt Lake in a hurry and headed for Xining. At the same time, I canceled my trip to Tibet and took the route of Gannan, because there is original ecological beauty there.

After leaving Qinghai, in order to appreciate the natural scenery along the way, we chose to take the national highway. According to the navigation tips, you can reach the first destination around 6 pm. In order to get there before dark, we ate some fruit and bread for lunch in the car, thinking of having a local snack when we arrived. Surprisingly, however, we went the wrong way, facing the cliff for a while, facing the deep water for a while, and still on the winding mountain road after dark. After eight o'clock, the navigation prompts more than 300 kilometers. Cousin said the navigation hasn't been refreshed yet, and we are going backwards. We stopped the car. There are no stars in the sky at this time, and it is dark around us. We can't tell the direction, and we can't see the surrounding environment clearly. After searching with Baidu map, we poked our heads out from the right side of the direction. There were no cars along the way, only our car bumped on the mountain road. The car twisted like a snake and was critical several times. Everyone held their breath and stared at the road illuminated by the headlights. I hope to see people soon, but I can't see anything.

At night 10, there was a strong wind, followed by hail, lightning and thunder, and the hail hit the roof and windows. When the car was moving, suddenly a man rushed out of the dim light and waved the car to stop. I guessed that this person was a lost tourist in the mountains or a family living in the mountains was in a hurry, so I quickly stopped the car. When the man saw that we stopped, he didn't come over, but ran a few steps in the direction of the car and bent down. I can't see him clearly, and I can't see what he is doing. The voice of Melody told me that he was throwing stones. About two or three minutes later, he waved to us again and walked quickly into the dim light. I realized that he was clearing the way for us. I ..

10: 30, the hail turned into a rainstorm. With the help of navigation, I arrived at Xiahe County in Gannan Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture at eleven o'clock, passing through the first county. But the darkness of the county makes us wonder if we have gone the wrong way again. At the same time take out mobile navigation, suggesting that this is Xiahe County. With the help of lights, we found a hotel along the street and stopped. At this time, the thunder is louder and the raindrops are denser. After putting away my luggage in the hotel, my fear disappeared by more than half, but I am very hungry at the moment. I asked where I could eat near the front desk. The front desk said that the county had no food for a day. Now the shop is closed after eleven o'clock, but everything we brought was swept away in the car, and now there are only a few bottles of mineral water left. At this time, a woman in her fifties handed me a big bag of Dali garden bread and a bag of ham sausage. I instinctively refused to say no. She asked, "Are you from Shaanxi? I heard that you sound like a Shaanxi native. I come from Xi 'an. I went from Lanzhou to Gannan, then from Gannan to Jiuzhaigou and Qingmuchuan, and then from Hanzhong to Xi' an. " I feel very cordial when I meet the Shaanxi Rural Party in other places. I took her food at random and forgot to say thank you for being so happy.

At this time, several people sitting in the lobby of the hotel have been asking when the electricity will come. Amid the noise, electricity suddenly came. The front desk smiled and said to me, "You are so lucky. You came as soon as you stayed in the electricity. " At this time, someone rushed in and asked if there was a room, saying that there was a mudslide on the mountain and the car could not get out. I am glad to hear that if we are ten minutes late, we may be trapped in the mountains by mudslides, and the consequences are unimaginable.

It was still raining at six o'clock the next morning, so we agreed to start as soon as possible. If it rains again, we will be trapped here. Cousin took the mobile phone to check the route. Called 96969 to check the road conditions. As a result, many roads are blocked by mudslides and are being repaired. After checking the weather forecast, it stopped raining today, so we went to the county street to find food. After dinner, we went back to the hotel. Although the rain stopped, the road was still gloomy and we couldn't get out, so we chose to go to Sanger grassland near the county seat.

This is the most beautiful and largest grassland in Xiahe County. Its greatness lies in the connection between the two banks and the mountains on the horizon, and its beauty lies in its purity, naturalness and primitiveness. Belonging to Tibetan areas, there are few people. In the past few years, the traffic was underdeveloped and there was little man-made damage. It has always maintained a natural simplicity and added an original ecological beauty. The naturally growing green grass refuses to forget every inch of land. Without branches and ridges, different grasses emerge irregularly from the ground.

I like riding horses, and the horses in tourist attractions are very docile. A group of five of us rode into the grassland. We can only run three kilometers according to the route specified by our host. I rode a tall white mane horse and ran slowly. The wind blew through my ears, and the fragrance of grass and flowers penetrated into my heart. From a distance, there is a white dandelion smiling like a plainclothes woman. ...

There are sporadic raindrops at this time, and we are ready to leave quickly. When we were driving, we found that the car keys were missing. Several herdsmen and our soldiers split up and searched along my cycling route. Half an hour later, a herdsman in a maroon coat found the key. She held them in her hand and smiled without a word. This is a dark woman, plain, just a grass on the grass. I took the key from her hand and thanked her again and again, only to find that her eyes were bright and her smile was brighter. At this moment, my heart was softened by this light, and my eyes were soaked. ...

It cleared up at half past ten in the morning, and we left Xiahe County for Tianshui. Along the way, we can see that road administration, fire fighting, armed police and Tibetans are doing their best to repair the roads blocked by mudslides. Four kinds of clothes and four colors, like bright flags, greet people who come in and send them out. After driving for a while, we stopped and walked. It was not until eleven o'clock in the morning that we arrived at the toll booth in expressway. After leaving the toll booth, we began to embark on the next journey.

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Sitting quietly in the passenger seat, looking at the wide and straight road in front of the car, recalling this difficult and tortuous journey, I suddenly had an epiphany. Life is a journey, with sunshine, rain and dew, smooth roads and bumps. I always move from farewell to the next smooth road. Without bumps, there is no royal road. It is because of the constant ups and downs that the journey of life is different. Traveling on the road, you are not in a hurry to go somewhere, but slowly appreciate the scenery along the way and gain one touch after another; Travel on the road, feel on the road, enjoy on the road, fragrance all the way, harvest all the way!