【Canju Qiufeng】Chapter 068 Everywhere is hot and exhausted, the summer will be cold and rainy [Heat: Second]
Lonely autumn comes and goes,
And with the wind and rain and the cold.
Eagle breaks the remnant cloud winter food storage,
Independent shore view of the river.
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It's not once or twice that Kyushu is homesick, I just feel like I'm "crossing" like what is written in the novel, but the crossing in the novel is not like her, and I went to another place after a sleep.
And none of the stories told in the novel are true, and they have little connection with reality. But what about yourself? "Traveling" to this place is not only related to one's own life, but also like a reflection.
Kyushu didn't think much about it, because it was not as good as continuing to look for clues. Even if you look for a needle in the sea aimlessly, it's better than dreaming here.
After the summer came, the weather really cooled down a little, and I couldn't help but feel a little chilly when I got to the place under the shade of the trees! In the summer, he took Kyushu around again, no longer staying in the north.
------ Huaxia Shenzhou • Xiangjiang ------
Like the Han River, the Xiang River is also a tributary of the Yangtze River, and the water of the Xiang River is clear and translucent.
There are many cruise ships on the Xiangjiang River, and many people are in order to board the Jiangzhu in the water of the Xiangjiang River, to be amazed by the sparse outline of the world, and to recall the past.
As for Kyushu, at one end of the shore, across the river, there are mountains at the other end. Looking at the pitch from afar, you can observe the light yellow on the mountain. Layer by layer, piece by piece, gradually descending from the mountain.
Meng Jiuzhou remembered that he was in the summer and waved his hand wantonly on the top of the mountain, and the light yellow on the top of the mountain was the richest! Kyushu, who originally thought that Sister Chu Xia was a little irresponsible, now understands.
Today's green mountains have a different kind of verdant, and those yellow oranges are not blindly yellow, but an indescribable smart beauty. The construction of yellow and green creates the layers of hills, the overlap of summer and autumn, and the same is the vitality of nature.
An eagle's cry seems to still carry the heaviness of the ages from Dunhuang, but this time it is the general interpretation on the mural: the goshawk piercing the white clouds hovers over the mountains and forests, and the flies chase after them, refusing to relax.
The birds chirped, and their voices echoed across the sky. The clouds were even more scattered, even a little broken.
Not every bird can meet the corpse king who rescued him, and all living beings are equal and must follow natural selection, and breaking the laws of nature at will is not beneficial to others or themselves.
Goshawks chase birds, birds catch swimming fish, swimming fish eat small crabs. Man should have the kindness of all things, but he cannot regard himself as the master of all things in nature and judge the rights and wrongs of life and death.
The true meaning of respecting life is not to use human power to control its life and death, but to cherish and love life, to respect its own choice, and to treat every life that strives to live with reverence.
Sigh about the world, there is always a sense of life. There is no need to be sad about spring and autumn, nor is there any need to sing about summer and winter.
"I look at things, so everything is my color." If we look at ourselves through nature, we can understand the true meaning of life. Whether it is nine acres of soil, thousands of miles of feet, but also the vast starry sky, mountains and rivers dreams, life is like a white horse passing through the gap, all of them are just a blink of an eye, and the pitch may have changed from a drooping child to a pale white hair, and the youth is short but contains thousands of graces
If you don't believe it, look at the group of teenage teenagers next to Kyushu, one sentence: "Just a classmate is a young man, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. "Then the water of the Xiangjiang River stirred in the heart, the mountains and rivers in the heart, and the mind was broad.