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Everyone comes out of the womb. In that dark and warm little house, life started to wake up, sprout and grow like a landing seed. Where we can’t see, the breath and rhythm of life are so magical and wonderful. Until one day, we left mother’s pink house happily and hurriedly, and started to walk or watch freely, we suddenly felt shocked, the world that originally belonged to us was so vast and profound. Of course I won’t be an exception. In the days when my mother gave birth in October, I was still very ignorant and young, just like a cute little animal, and I knew nothing about the coming world. But I was born magically, just like a seed of Bud highlighting the soil, with my own spring, summer, autumn and winter and the joys and sorrows of life. I am sure that when I looked at the world with pure eyes for the first time, my eyes must be filled with surprise or some subtle fears, although the World belonging to me at that time was still very narrow. My world started from my parents and home, just like when I began to practice walking in a stagger way out of my mother’s warm embrace at first, my home was all my land, and my parents were all my sky. With the jointing or growing of life, the world belonging to me becomes more and more vast and colorful. A little bigger, my world is as big as a village; A little bigger, my world is as big as a county. In the fleeting years, I looked at the poetic extension of fields and mountains. I found that the scenery falling into my eyes was so vivid and magnificent, it is just like a huge flowery scroll unfolded slowly. I don’t know, the journey of my life has just begun. As I have always believed, life is a wonderful verb. As long as I keep running, searching and discovering, I will have a broader and more magnificent world. But before I went out of the village, I didn’t know that the world was so broad and distant. Just like when I was a child, I watched the stars under the night. I was sure that when I brought a ladder, I would pick off any shining bright star in the night sky. Just like now, I still believe that my childhood is a fairy tale, and I still believe that the process of my life is also a magical fairy tale. I have traveled so far to so many places, but the world that belongs to me is still so small, and the world is still so big and boundless, even if I walk a long life, I can’t end up. Just like this colorful world is boundless, I swim in the sea of the world, and I can never walk out of the colorful and magnificent scenery far away. But I must keep walking, because the world is so beautiful, vast and far away. In the summer when I was 20 years old, it was my first time to walk into the White Mountains and black waters, into the vast and gray primeval forest of Daxing Anling. Outside a wooden house surrounded by Songtao, on a quiet night like moonlight, I listened to the old forest guard telling a complicated legend. He said that every ginseng is a ginseng girl with red lips, teeth and white body Ana. If you don’t believe it, if you find extraordinary ginseng in the dense grass, you stick a needle holding the thread on the ginseng, and then take the thread ball home like fishing. In the midnight without any disturbance, the ginseng growing in the grass was transformed into a water-spirited girl. She began to walk and sing happily, and then you took back the thread bit by bit, that handsome ginseng girl will be brought home by you. Be your wife who will accompany you day and night for a lifetime listening to such a legend in the big forest where the night wind blows, and your heart is warm and pure. Although it is not credible, who dares to say that ginseng’s previous life was not a wonderful girl? Staying or walking through the forest land, what I think of is not only the ginseng girl, but also the world opened like a scroll in front of me. Maybe it was from then on that I firmly believed that there was a wish or dream like a flower in all the places I could reach, and I was waiting for the bath of my surprised eyes quietly there. My journey was like this. I walked out of the house, out of the village, out of the county, and through the four corners of my hometown. I felt a warm and unrestrained heart, in this way, I jumped on the long journey that must pass. Four years later, one day when the autumn wind started, I started a really determined journey. I was sitting on the fast-moving train to Xinjiang, and it was the first time that I felt the insignificance of myself and the village. That might be the longest railway in China. I sat on the train for three days and four nights, and my legs were swollen when I sat in a faint sky. When I arrived in Urumqi, my head was in chaos, as if there were countless gorgeous Mars splashing. I am sure that it was a trip that I will never forget in my life. In the boring and turbulent carriage, no matter in the daytime or at night, I like to stare at the window of the car, and the train takes the village, the city was far behind, the rivers and mountains were far behind, and the crowd and sheep were far behind. I suddenly felt shocked that life was not a grand and solemn journey? Everything unfolds in an instant, and everything will flash away. It’s just that life has an end and the world is endless. In the unfathomable night, in the violent crash of wheels and rails, I stared out of the window in a trance for a long time, staring at the gloomy villages, city walls or warm and lonely lamps, I felt a little tearful unconsciously. I suddenly thought of the little boy running out of the village, running to the vast green wilderness with joy. It suddenly occurred to me that if I stood in the desolate and silent wilderness, if I stood in the deep of the night, looking at the thin and cold light and the faint twinkling stars above my head, what waves will appear in my youthful heart? I am sure that it is not something that can be covered by a vast or broad word, including the trudge or meaning of life. On a deeper level, it is quiet, broad or desolate. In many days later, I took the galloping train many times, traveling between Urumqi and Beijing or Shanghai, and every long tired trip, all of them have transformed me into perfection, and made my mediocre heart grow a pair of flying wings. I don’t want to say that life is just like a train or a trip. I can only say that my soft eyes once poured on this long and lonely journey. Although I know that the road ahead is long and the scenery waiting for me to embrace is endless, I still firmly believe that the most gorgeous scenery will always be far away from where I have never been or dabbled. Later, I liked to travel alone silently. The empty snow mountains, Gobi, deserts and grasslands made me happy and forget to leave. I am sure that there is a kind of mysterious great power pushing me, just like a kind of mysterious power hiding in the desolate and uninhabited place. There are many times when I will lie quietly on the sand, grassland or hillside for an afternoon, with my eyes half closed and half open in a happy manner. Am I watching the wind grow? Am I looking at Yunjuan Yunshu? Am I watching the sunrise and sunset? Am I looking at the tired bird returning to the forest? Is as aren’t. In fact, I am listening to the infinite silence, noise and distance of the world with my calm and warm heart. In fact, I prefer to stand alone on the vast Gobi like a layer of furnace ash. The sky is so empty and the ground is so remote, no matter which direction I go, the road that belongs to me will be endless. It seems that for the first time I realized the subtle relationship between the individual and the world. Although I am very small, as long as I keep walking, many strange scenery will unfold in front of my eyes like flowers. Many years have passed, and many journeys have ended and will begin again. I am sure that I love and love this world very much, so I have learned to walk alone without hesitation, and let my footprints and passion stay clearly where I can go. Before the end of this grand and solemn trip, I always comforted myself like this: in fact, those sweeping scenery have already filled my heavy heart affectionately, those salt or Rose of soul, those opium poppy or lily of fate, those proud snow lotus, they are more like pure elf-like flowers, all the scenery passing, I will always be invincible in my strong heart. The fragrance curling 2550 words Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. 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