Symphony of life and nature

● Zhao Tianyi

In the early morning of the summer, we departed from the urban area of ​​Tumuka, bumping all the way, and near noon, and finally came to the Xiahe Primitive Populus Populus Forest in the Xiahe River deep in the desert of Taklama Gan.

Looking at the vast euphratica forest in the distance, the eyes were bright: under the endless drought and barren, the dust storm that had no beginning and no end, there would be such a brilliant euphratica forest -the giant broom -like canopy to support the sky to support the sky. Mo Yun, a strong green greenery outlines the wave -like lines on the sky; In the endlessness of vision, this is the most desolate and spectacular life field.

In the Taklama Gan Desert, the coquettish trees are the euphratica, which is the elves of the desert, and the death of Gobi is the soul of Gobi. With a rock -like belief, it is alone for thousands of years. You approach it and appreciate it, what is the real man and what is a great husband. As a result, the fatigue and sleepiness of the journey became the dust of the eyes. I first jumped into the forest of Populus Popularity, so that this Zhuer's unprecedented magnificent infiltration of my eyes and heart and spleen.

Nature has created the Yerbao River that winds hundreds of miles, and at the same time has created the endless euphratica forest. The euphratica on both sides of the river is close to the Ye Erqian River -to dress yourself according to the river, and reflect the greenness that is inseparable on the river surface, hug each other with the river, and let the time flow. Some euphratica are far away from the river, winding loneliness, tie the root into the desert, and stretch silently. Even if you can't stand side by side, you will set the direction of the root, holding the vein between the water and the soil.

Hu Yang and Ye Erqiang are intertwined but independent. Hu Yang was on the river, alive, died, standing, lying down, changing his posture, and playing a thousand years. Here, the Ye Erqian River was allowed to go, and Mu Yang was allowed to sleep in Voldemort, and the river was no longer a river.

Going forward, the deeper. The euphratica forest in the summer sun deepen the tranquility of the full atmosphere, making the colors in the forest tend to natural purity. The leaves in the breeze are like a low voice, and the sound of peeling and fallen leaves can be heard. The sound of the birds sprinkled on the new green porridge leaves, making a harmonious resonance.

In the Taklama -Gang Desert dictionary, Populus Populus is a heavy word. Its life wheels can be circled for thousands of years. Its branches are strong but different, and their bodies are strong but cracks. The desert torn their bodies, and they also changed the trajectory of the wind; the sandstorm hit them with scars, and they also weakened the wildness of the gravel. In endless loneliness and dryness, they compete with wind and sand, confront the hunger, and watch with the Yeerqian River. When the autumn wind rises, the dead leaves are exhausted, and when the sand is flying, the silhouette of Populus euphratica is reflected in the sunset, as if a world -like picture, silently tells the hidden language of penetrating life.

The euphratica is in nature. It never gives up the law of its own growth: three mouthfuls and two have grown their waist, and they rose up three or two times. Ye Luo Ye Ery River, it is not discouraged. It never complains that the place where it grows is irregular, the rain is not smooth, and the birds are absolutely destroyed. It has no tears in his life, only in the long years of recalling the past, counting romance.

It had long thought that during the peerless generation, I spent thousands of years with the Ye Erqian River, and when I engraved the last year wheel on the torso, I gave myself for two thousand years. It must have something that belongs to it, and must change the way of living: the death is better, the dead is a little bit, and the death is a little bit more — life without a thousand years, but not dead for a thousand years, death and immortal, one thousand thousands of thousands of years. year……

Therefore, when they are alive, there are principles: when green is green, the yellow is yellow; the seasonal is not wrong, and the scenery is not admired.

When they thank the world, they look calm and strong. Their bodies are immersed in their own intentions: they go to the sky, bow to the earth, go north and south, left west and right east, different, showing a trace of life through years. And this courage is not everything, not everyone can. This is the attitude of life, this is the attitude of survival, this is the attitude of life.

The desert is lonely, Gobi sunset, and the euphratica under the blue sky has actually transformed into a soul. Flying on the forests of the euphratica forests on both sides of the Yeerqian River, flying dances in the countless interpretation of life by human beings.

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