That road

When I walked past the old elm tree, something seemed to come out of my mind. I couldn't help looking back at the loess at the root of the tree, and slowly saw the white clouds in the sky along the tree poles and branches. The white clouds floated slowly, which reminded me of the koalas who crawled slowly on eucalyptus trees in the animal world and the little turtles who were watched in the pet market. But I didn't find what came out of my mind.

Just staring back for a while, my eyes left the white clouds, followed the original trace and saw the roots and the loess. On the scraggy of Loess, there is a deep cliff to the Yellow River. You don't have to guess. There is still loess under the cliff. Most of the time every day, you step on the loess. I really don't know how deep the loess is. Looking at it carrying countless grass and trees, and those things that are green without grass or trees, the thought is stagnant and blank. I still can't find what came out of my mind. Ah, I am old, and all my experiences are forgotten. However, how can I find this new experience so quickly?

My heart is a little deep, and I don't know why I want to complain about the yellow land. Who knows how much fixed and active weight it bears? Not only will it bear the wind and rain, but it will also have to bear the different roots of hard and soft, so as to absorb moisture and what it wants. In return, it will be sheltered from the wind and rain and some dead leaves and decayed roots. Trampling, digging, filling, wind erosion, and water rushing are always roll with the punches. It can be said that all things are tolerant in the world. Is this virtue and morality?

Nature determines psychology, and you can't help yourself when you encounter injustice. May be in junior high school, peep at the novel "Water Margin" on the influence of thought formation. The world is always so imperceptible that I don't know those few words and articles play a decisive role in the sculpture process. If you read more books, borrow some predecessors' experience and theoretical summary, if you encounter some noble words and deeds, and have a positive influence on your own thoughts, maybe life will make you feel more fulfilled.

It's late autumn, and the wind blows the dead leaves and makes a sound. The pheasant started up, screamed horribly, flapped its wings a few times, and then spread its wings to skillfully control the airflow and fell into the grass not far from the cliff. That cry, it sounds particularly unfriendly, it's not because I woke up its Spring and Autumn Dream. A few clumps of frost chrysanthemums are delicate and charming, and few withered leaves accompany them on their last days. Disappeared, I thought about the present and the past in the face of the natural sky.