Niu Gensheng loves to chase his dreams, and he returned to his hometown several times in his dreams, and saw his hometown in his dreams like a paradise:

It is a mysterious land, desirable, unforgettable, and intoxicating. The mountains are so high, the white clouds are so long, you can pick them with your hand, the water is so green, the fish are shallow and visible, and the holes are so deep, quiet and quiet, strange and mysterious. My mood suddenly brightened, and my mind was in a trance, as if I was in Tao Yuanming's paradise. I wandered and wandered, marveling at the miracle of nature's creations, washing away the impetuousness and dirt in my heart, and baptizing and sublimating my soul、、、、、、、

A moment of stay, like a hundred years. The beauty of a moment is like lightning, Better than 10,000 years of tide agitation, the waves crashing on the shore, I can't help but think of a poem by *: "The twilight is vast to see the pine/The chaotic clouds are still calm/Born a fairy cave/Infinite scenery is in the dangerous peak." "Indulging in this wonderful scene, it is like a spring breeze blowing green the wasteland in my heart, nourishing my dry life.

The undulating green waves of the mountains have lushed my narrow vision, the trickling of water has softened my cracked heart, and the cave has been magnificent and secluded, enriching my thirsty and thirsty. My heart is surging, with ups and downs, just like Su Dongbo and Jiangdong going to the east to search for the eternal romance、、、、、、

The night was dark, and everything fell silent. I fell into an indescribable Zen realm, so subtle and so new. The mountain, the water, the cave, everything is so mysterious and infinite, it can only be understood, not spoken, everything is so deep and distant, and the meaning is still unfinished. How I want to stay in the Peach Blossom Land for a long time, for the rest of my life、、、、、、

Niu Gensheng traveled all over the rivers and mountains, and the truth chanted a poem:

Ah, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River

The Great Wall is long, the Great Wall is long

Huangshan Huangyo Huangshan Huang

Shanghai's tap water comes from the sea

Tomorrow I will go to the playground and exercise until dawn

For whom

Niu Gensheng was active in thinking, and happily wrote a piece of prose: "Spring in the Depths of the Soul" to entertain himself?

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. How I want to be as affectionate as Wei Xiaobao and as romantic as Tang Minghuang. Find a pink confidant to comfort my dry heart. Awaken the spring in the depths of the soul. Let's share this trembling and gorgeous joy!

On this ethereal night, drink the bitter wine of loneliness alone. Wind and snow, clouds and rain in Wushan, everything is like a spring dream without a trace. Women love men, as far away as water, just like ecstasy, intoxicating. Who is in the spring of spring flowers, plucking the piano of emotion, and awakening the spring of the soul?

In the spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the farmer cultivates joy and happiness in the fragrant black soil. A curtain

Dreams, warm and romantic, thousands of rivers and mountains are constantly missing, kites are floating in the sky, the moon is hanging in the sky, and the moon is full?

Listen to the thunder in the silence, and listen to the spring in the depths of the soul. The boundless flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the drizzle on the horizon is as expensive as oil. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things and sounding things. The spring breeze boldly goes to thin the willows, and the night rain hides people from the flowers. Flowers are not flowers, dreams are not dreams, the moon is hazy, birds are more hazy?

In the spring, I sang the voice of my heart that I had not seen for a long time. The story of spring, the spring thunder is rolling, the spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the north and south of the great river of China, and there is an old man who draws a circle by the South China Sea. A new sky is changed between heaven and earth, and the spring breeze is everywhere in the land of China, creating a new era. Spring has arrived, the spring girl is coming, and the heavens and the earth are bathed in the intoxicating spring breeze!

My soul is awakened, my youthful birds are beginning to rejoice, and you are as happy as you dream of. I fly freely, I sing loudly, I tread water and sing, I smile proudly. Listen, the spring thunder is rolling, is the dream of spring still far away?

Niu Gensheng loves to chase dreams, loves spring, loves sleepwalking, and loves poets!

Doesn't matter

Because of love, so love

Shixian is not Li Bai

Qu Yuan is not a poet

It's a tear

Dye the East red

Out of a Poet*

Niu Gensheng chased his dream to the Temple of Heaven in Beijing, ah! If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero! Huaxia dreams come true, the four seas return to one, and the heaven and earth of Shenzhou are in the same spring! I am the dreamer of Shenzhou!