Heart

These are my dreams of places in the northwest and people I have never seen before. I don’t know whether the real northwest is the same as what I dreamed about, but I hope it is really like this. In my dream, there are still boundless grasslands, sometimes Gobi, sometimes dry and bald grasslands, sometimes grass-yellow jungles, and sometimes only rows of swaying jingcao are left, and the yellow sand flying in the air. But the smell is different. Sometimes it pricks the nose, sometimes it gives off the smell of hay, sometimes it gives off the smell of different jungle. But what is more emitted is the original flavor of Northwest. In front of me was a large grassland. What was strange was the combination of grass green and grass yellow, which was really strange. But if you think about it carefully, you will find that there used to be many cute sheep and animals I don’t know where to eat the food given by God quietly. Looking from a distance, it gives people the impression that the grassland here is like a piece of blue and yellow floral cloth, which gives others a very comfortable feeling, and there is really no desolate smell at all, walking slowly with a soft sound of clicking on the grass, there was an incredible peace and comfort in my heart. I think this is the power of grassland. There is still fresh and dry smell in the wind. After a careful smell, it seems that you can still smell the smell left by some animals. A flock of sheep is not far away, and the scene is not the same as before. It is closer to the original grassland flavor. Not far away, there was an old back. He was holding a sheep whip in his hand and shouting at the sheep. There is also a pipe Rod tied around the waist, swinging back and forth. Looking at these striking objects, you can imagine that he was driving sheep and shouting on the grass once. Sitting on the side of the grass, he sucked the pipe Rod hanging around his waist, making a sound of snoring. The sheep were not far away from him, and sometimes the sound of the sheep’s neck ding dong ding dong came from him. There is also a picture of the wind blowing and the dust flying. This picture is so comfortable, I really want to experience it. I didn’t go up. I just looked at him not far away. I didn’t want to interrupt him to think quietly and his inner peace. And I stood there, feeling the peace he brought me….. Turning around and walking towards the deeper grassland, the grass here seems to be more vibrant than the grassland seen in front. Moving forward, what suddenly came was a large patch of trees. They were not as fat and moist as the southern trees. They only had tall bodies and green yellow leaves, which looked very strong, it is not inferior to the trees in the south at all. It gives people a very shocking feeling, like a very upright person. The voice here is also very special. However, there is no rich and colorful voice in the southern jungle, and I think the voice here is mostly contained in the nature of art, which has a feeling that silence is better than sound at this time. There is no southern bird fragrance, cicadas singing around, and the sound of pedestrian laughter…… But there are only the sound of trees blown by the wind, the sound of yellow sand flying, and sometimes the sound of vultures screaming…… There is a strange feeling in my heart, accompanied by a happy mood at the same time. Walking all the way, I sang a song on my feet: click click click. I think there must have been someone passing by, but it was just in a hurry. It also adds a temporary voice to this place. I have a very happy feeling. This voice belongs to me and is also given to them. Walking, I feel this land is becoming more and more fat. Looking at the scenery in the distance, I thought whether the Forest was endowed by Heaven or artificial. But the scene in front of me suddenly made me tremble. Not far away, there was an old man bending his body. The shovel in his hand gently dug the soil, and then gently put down the seeds of the trees. Then he continued to plant in the next place. He didn’t feel too tired on his face, but gave people a kind of comfort. No, it should be said that it was a kind of happiness. He made me excited, and I immediately thought of an animated short film “The Shepherd who planted trees” that I liked very much. I respect and admire this old man like a shepherd. This place is different from the dream. This is the real northwest vision. I have a friend who loves traveling. He told me: in the desert in the dusk of Northwest, he had seen the jingcao in autumn and winter dyed golden, those camel sheep made a sound of drumming around their necks accompanied by a slightly cold wind, and a flock of sheep and animals he didn’t know moved forward slowly. Nothing was taken away, only the rolling dust and smoke were left. There were also wild geese flying in the sky. In the breeze, the jingcao gently swayed, and the whole autumn and winter became more and more yellow. He said: this is the most beautiful northwest he has ever seen. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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