A bird is flying, and its mother is waiting for its arrival at a certain destination. He only knows that his mother is waiting for him in the distance, and he doesn't know why. Share weal and woe, be anxious and quick. It needs to arrive. When it found its mother, it showed off to her: "I flew hundreds of miles in three days and searched the whole mountain forest." I was hungry and thirsty, and I lost more than half of my feathers. " I think I am strong. "
His mother shook her head: "You are strong, I admit it. You found me. You have been looking for the whole mountain forest for three days. Do you know how many rivers and lakes there are in this mountain forest? " It shook its head and looked puzzled. "Son, too fast speed will make you miss many beautiful scenery."
Speed is perfectly interpreted in today's world. People walk impatiently, and the road with thousands of years of history is silent under their feet. When the yellow dust is everywhere, people choose another way: running. Abandon old broken cars and create tools for more years, but people seem to forget the existence of cattle and thus ignore the grassland. The erosion of an inch of yellow sand is the regret of blood and tears. Humans want to cross nature, cross the origin of life, and find an artificial paradise. Is the illusion of beauty and wrong * * * bursting?
People run at the same time, missing the spring when peach blossoms send snowflakes, the spring when frogs wake up, the summer when waves crack and happy flowers cover the sky, the autumn when straw is full of trees and golden dew trees send dead leaves, and the winter when the hillside is snowy and frozen with water and silver. People should pace in such a season and such a landscape, so that every footprint has notes of jade rhyme, gold and silver. This is our world.
Rock climbing is not just a matter of height. Our height should be elegant. When you get to your destination, you won't feel lonely at the top. Climbing stairs, pitching in the spring and autumn, the distance between steps is a beautiful distance, and every step closer, there is real happiness. But when you see others have reached the top of the mountain or come from behind, you will think of speed; When you see the great white in the east and the red sun is about to burst, you will think of speed. What should I pay attention to at the same time? Do you think you are rational and smart by replacing running step by step with walking step by step? The slope is steep and dense, so be careful to fall.
People are full of blood and hope, and they are often injured here, which has become a turning point on the road. The result of the loss outweighs the gain hangs heavily on the tree of history. As the speed of the bullet exceeds that of the fox, the tragedy of the struggle concentrates the factors of danger and survival. And people are fruitful in another big tree, which makes us feel the beauty of running. The distance between heaven and earth, from hope to achievement, from miracle to old trace. Footprints are printed with the bright moon, eyes fixed on the fire and water, like beautiful poems, words like stars. This kind of demeanor is enough for people to dance and clap their hands to celebrate at this height.
Everyone has his own ideal living environment. The earth is everyone's home and needs people's creation and rhythm to become everyone's ideal world. The scenery all the way, stop and go, is the course of life.
The paradise of life is the real paradise. Beauty flows in the river in front of the steps and really grows on the land of middle school. Wisdom enjoys the cool on the blue tiles on the roof, and a bird and a flock of birds fly on the earth.
Our scenery, our hurried or leisurely eyes.