Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 229 (The Joy of Landscape)
"Looking at the sky at dawn and watching the clouds at dusk, appreciating horse flowers in spring and watching snow in winter, drinking green plums in summer and viewing leaves in autumn.

With a wisp of the wind of the four seasons, I walked through the sunset glow dipped in crimson rouge; through the lush and green fields and grass;

The joy of mountains and rivers depends on the rush to the world of fireworks.Abandoning the mobile phone and escaping the communication with the outside world, facing the slightly piercing cold morning wind in the late spring, avoiding the old-fashioned and heavy~ stepping on the slightly wet muddy path, white walls and blue tiles are scattered in the green hills far away, The blue-black distant mountains intersect with the blue sky, and the farmland has already been cultivated by people.The grandmother who was taking a walk in the morning chatted with me about the family affairs. The old man told me in detail that the neighbors and family members had not talked for a long time. How long have I grown up? I only know that it carries the wishes of generations and is the source of joy for children.In the joy of mountains and rivers, I care about the pursuit between the lines in the words. After farming in Nanshan with Tao Yuanming, we went to the ideal Peach Blossom Spring; took a pot of wine to Dongting Lake to see the magnificent scenery that Taibai said "the water is all blue and the sky does not see clouds": Go to Niangquan to see "the stream is deep and the fish is fat" written by the prefect, drive a small boat, and go to the Red Cliff where Su Zi once "twist the strings and sing": ride a horse, wear a coir raincoat, and walk through the forest in the spring breeze : Take a pot of spring water and drink it in the quiet mountain forest.Carry a piece of poetry and swim in the mountains, lakes and seas.

The joy of mountains and rivers lies in the precipitation of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.I walked in the undulating Jinggang Mountains, and the red land watered by blood awakened the sleeping history. This land is a witness of Chinese history; The screen began to play slowly, and they guarded the land with their passionate youth; I walked on the Wuzhang Plain washed by valleys, and Kong Ming’s earnest teachings to the queen came to my mind. He played and drank and worried.With a Yizi heart in his arms, he traveled all over the red hot land.

The joyful heart of mountains and rivers resides in the four seasons of the world;

(End of this chapter)