When he was a teenager, he always liked to stand on the mountain and listen to the wind. He would lie in the field and watch the clouds fly. What is beauty? I couldn't say it at that time. Living in the country of the north, the world is vast. Early spring, since in the tide of dirt, stepping just budding grass, the joy of my heart is filled with thriller, if you find a single appear a flower in the field, can just stare at ages, as if afraid of blasphemy against the holy life, want to pick the but again dare not pick. In the autumn, the great plains are amazing! From the sky to the ground, the colorful color of each day has different changes, to do enough eye work. When the west wind is tight, yellow leaves, I always have a sigh. Those childish actions, in fact, only in a vague sense of a shallow feeling! Growing up a little, I was thrown into the flames of the day. It is strange that I did not feel much pain, but secretly rejoiced to enjoy the scenery of the mountain river. A lot of beautiful images on the heart edition: the cool sunset of shitou city, the gentle night of the west lake, the Yangtze river rolling in the Yangtze river... More unforgettable is that time, I wander on the shore of the xiangjiang river, a great autumn water, blue like a mirror; On the other side of the mountain, the red leaves have blossomed into a cloud. In the bright autumn light, the lonely village faintly, the fishing song leisurely. Isn't this the realm of the gods? Then, he sent out his wish: in the future, we will stay with our two or three friends. A few acres, a few books, a volume of poetry, life like a comfortable cloud... At that time, the young dream is too young, beautiful fantasy is too beautiful! Who hasn't been young? Who hasn't had a beautiful dream? But who, like me, is so absorbed in dreams and never awakens? To say that I am like a spider that weaves a web in a corner, rather than a web spider like me! Life in a small corner, and then woven into a lonely world. In this way, I sit alone in the literary world, smiling face this colorful life. Anyone who CARES about me groans, anyone who understands me is silent, and anyone who is jealous of me sneers. It was a helpless thing. I am I, in the sea of people for more than 30 years, still so naive or still so stupid! In the days when you need to tighten your belt, you still don't believe in the power of money; At the age of their children, they must worship poetry and worship beauty. Let a lot of prosperous machine movement slip through between the fingers and not be moved, but often to the feeling of the heart to capture. Some people say: "enter the world deeper, older, the mind will mature." The truth of this sentence makes me wonder why my heart is as childish as a child after all the vicissitudes of life. When he was a teenager, he was still interested in climbing mountains and poor valleys. And, as long as there is a beautiful land, I can appreciate the long time. The path that passes every day, all year round the coconut shadow, a wisp of bright sunshine, a moment of calm tranquility, a flying flower, a leaf green... These all send out the fragrance of the qin people, in the insipid in the taste in the thick. When I was a boy, I liked to climb the statue of history and listen to the movement of the giant's heart. Now, I feel a cold night of selling, a village of slang, all give me a lot of knowledge. Living in the dust, I often find that many things have new meaning every day. Sometimes in absolute silence, there is always harmony in the world. It is a reality or a fantasy, I always feel this colorful world, forever in revelation, enrich me, beautify me. But what is beauty? I couldn't say it when I was young, not now. If beauty is truth, and beauty is eternal, but the truth is like a golden lizards, sometimes will change the color, but eternity is mysterious, sometimes no distinction and in a flash, these are all I can't understand the problem. However, I wish my life, like a cloud in the blue sky, though it is so subtle and subtle, it is enough for me.