Prose: A lonely path

Today at dusk, the weather is exceptionally sunny. The sunset also seemed to be particularly partial to me, as if it knew I was going for a walk. It smiled so kindly, so brilliantly, and so beautifully. I looked at it, feeling warm and happy in my heart.

The setting sun caressed my back softly, stretching my figure caressingly, probably because it wanted to turn me into a slender and graceful lady! I was daydreaming beautifully, and before I knew it, I came to the green woods and the secluded path that fascinated me.

The path paved with bluestones extends in a winding way, with no end in sight. That "winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees", that's how quiet it is! I walked alone, quietly enjoying the beautiful light in the quiet path; walking leisurely, watching, listening, thinking, and smiling, it was so pleasant!

Some of the trees on both sides of the path are tall and towering, while others are short and dense. The rays of the setting sun playfully passed through the gaps between their branches and leaves, happily casting mottled shadows on the ground.

The birds were not in a hurry to return to their nests. Perhaps they had not finished singing their beautiful songs, so they kept flying among the woods and chirping, "The woods are dark, and their chirping goes up and down." The chirping of birds, sometimes distant and sometimes near, sometimes loud and sometimes small, sometimes fine and sometimes complex, and combined with the rustle of leaves in the breeze, is like a passionate serenade, melodiously echoing in the forest. , echoing in this quiet path, making my heart calm and happy.

In this way, I walked forward with a smile, drunk in it. The weeds on both sides of the path are green and there are fields of green leaves. In the grassland, there are dots of wild flowers, white, pink, purple, red, yellow... some with names, some with no names, they are not willing to be left alone to bloom, and they are all swaying gently in the afterglow of the setting sun, silently The ground is fragrant. I couldn't help but stop, carefully squatting down, smelling the fragrance of the flowers, and carefully looking at their swollen buds, delicate and tender stamens, and the bright and colorful flowers of different shapes. It really gets better and better the more you look at it. So, I couldn't help but take out my phone and start taking pictures of their pretty and cute looks one by one.

At this time, bursts of refreshing floral fragrance came to my face. I am very familiar with this smell. Needless to say, this is the smell of lilac flowers blooming, but where are the lilac trees? I was wondering and searching, and said to myself: "I was wandering alone in the forest, and wisps of fragrance came to my nostrils. When I searched, I saw only green trees. I wonder where the lilacs were blooming?" But I thought, this subtle fragrance is so... Rich, can the lilac tree be far behind? So, I continued to move forward, and as expected, there was really one, no, several lilacs blooming "unscrupulously" in front of me. Look! The white as snow, the purple as clouds, the strings, the clusters, the lush and dense lilac flowers, seem to gather the entire natural fragrance, condensed into a big sachet, fragrant It takes one's breath away.

Because I like this lilac flower so much, I took advantage of others not paying attention, controlled my "bumping" heartbeat, and took the risk of being allergic to lilac pollen, and secretly picked it. I hold a bouquet of lilacs in front of my chest. Its intoxicating fragrance makes me dare not breathe, but I am not willing to throw it away. I raised the bouquet of flowers high above my head and trotted forward. Suddenly, the fragrance of lilac flowers filled the entire path as I ran. I don’t know whether I was running too fast or the path was too short. Just at a corner in front, the path came to the end all of a sudden, and a tall birch forest suddenly appeared in front of me!

Look! The white birch trees stand tall and tall in rows, like graceful welcoming women, warmly and politely welcoming the arrival of natural guests. They are dressed in pure white silk clothes and wear emerald green and shiny leaf headdresses on their heads. They are unique and beautiful. Together with the blue sky, white clouds and green grass, they form a beautiful picture. This birch forest is also the place I must pass when I get off work in the morning and evening. In the morning, I walked through the tall birch forest. The morning glow dyed the east red, and the white birch trees, as white as a graceful fairy, were covered with pink silk gauze. The summer breeze blows gently, and the white birch trees sway their small and exquisite leaves like jade, making a "rustling" and sweet sound, just like the ethereal singing of a charming woman, which is intoxicating. In the evening, the setting sun turned her face red with embarrassment, and shyly came to play with the white birch girls again; the white birch girls also projected their graceful and graceful figures on the green grass hazy, affectionately and reservedly. Charming, smart and delicate, it makes people fall in love at first sight!

The tall birch forest, you record my wonderful time strolling in the forest, you remind me of the story of Astro Boy and Snow White (the background of the story is the birch forest); you remind me of It reminds me of those people who come to sketch in the birch forest with drawing boards on their backs; "it reminds me of the beautiful song "White Birch Tree": the two names are engraved on the birch tree, and they vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives. One day, the war came to their hometown. , young man picked up a gun and rushed to the frontier. Sweetheart, don’t worry about me, wait for me to come back in the birch forest..." The white and straight birch trees symbolize purity and uprightness, pure love and strong faith, which is what I sincerely say. Reasons why I like birch forest.

Before I knew it, the sky had darkened, and a slight cool breeze began to blow. Then, a few more raindrops fell. Could it be that it was going to rain? I hurried home. Looking back at the quiet path I walked on and the birch forest I loved, they all became dim and blurred as the setting sun disappeared. I wonder if the sun of tomorrow will illuminate them again? The bunch of lilacs in my hand is still fragrant, quietly revealing its fragrance in the quiet night.

I was holding this bouquet of lilacs and thinking as I walked, life is like this, there are scenery everywhere that I can’t see enough, and there are enough flowers everywhere that I can’t smell.

But sometimes, the beautiful scenery in life is often attacked by sudden storms; but, I think: as long as our hearts are always full of sunshine and dare to laugh at setbacks, it doesn't matter if we encounter wind, rain, hardships and ups and downs. No matter when and where, I always firmly believe that after the storm comes the sun!