It is not easy for people who live in cities to know the changing seasons. When you see leaves falling, you know it's autumn, when you see leaves green, you know it's spring; when it's cold, put on a stove, when it's hot, remove the stove; take off the cotton robe, put on the jacket, take off the jacket, and put on the single robe: that's all. The news of the stars in the sky, the news in the soil below, and the news of the wind blowing in the sky are none of our business. Where are you busy, there are so many things like this, who cares about the shifting of the stars, the ebb and flow of flowers and plants, and the changes of the situation? At the same time, we complain about our life, pain, boredom, restraint, and dullness. Who would admit that being a human being is happiness? Who doesn't curse life so many times?

But unsatisfactory life is largely self-inflicted. I am a believer in life, and I believe that life is by no means as bleak as most of us deduce from our own experience alone. The root of our disease is "forgetting our roots". Humans are the offspring of nature, just like the flowers and birds on the branches are the offspring of nature; but unfortunately we are civilized people, we are as deep as a day in the world, and as far away from nature as a day. Flowers and plants that have left the soil, and fish that have left the water, can they be happy? Can it survive? From nature, we take our life; from nature, we shall take part in our continued nourishment. Which swirling tree has no wrong roots deep in the endless hidden ground? We can never be independent. Happiness is the child who is never separated from the mother, and healthy is the people who are always close to nature. There is no need to swim with the deer or go back to the "dongfu"; in order to cure the embarrassment of our current life, as long as "not completely forgetting nature" is a light prescription, there is hope for our symptoms to be alleviated. Roll a few times in the grass, take a bath in the sea a few times, go to a high place to watch the sunrise and sunset a few times - the burden on your shoulders will be relieved.

This is superficial truth, of course. But if I hadn't lived in Cambridge, I wouldn't have such confidence. I have only had that spring in my life, and it is really pitiful to say that I have never wasted my time. Only in that spring, my life is natural, it is really happy! (Although it also happened to be the most painful period of my life.) I had leisure, freedom, and absolute solitude. Strange to say, it was the first time that I recognized the brightness of the stars and moon, the greenness of grass, the fragrance of flowers, and the diligence of running water. Can I forget the look of the early spring? How many mornings have I braved the cold to walk alone in the forest covered with thin frost—to listen to the birds’ voices, to look forward to the rising sun, to find the flowers and plants that are gradually waking up in the soil, and to experience the subtlest and most wonderful spring message. Ah, that's the new thrush trying its new sound on the ever-withering green branches over there! Ah, this is the first little snowball to break out of the semi-frozen ground! Ah, isn't this the new wetness stained with lonely wicker?

It was extremely quiet, this water-soluble avenue, only the bell of the milk truck in the distance, dotted the silence around. Walk along this avenue until you reach the end, then turn into the path in the woods, and walk towards the densely smoky place, with the elm shade above your head, revealing the dawn of the desert; This forest, which is currently a flat field, can see the cottage, the green wheat fields, and three or two steamed hills in the distance that cover a passage. The horizon is foggy, and the sharp black shadow is the religious temple near the village. Listen, that Xiaozhong's gentle voiceless voice. This area is the plain in the middle of the state, the terrain is like the light waves in the sea, silent ups and downs; the mountains are invisible, and some are evergreen grasslands and fertile fields. Looking from the top of the tufu, Kangqiao is only a dense forest, with several Pingting spires. The charming Kanghe is also missing, you can only imagine the first-class and shallowness along the brocade-like forest. The cottages and the woods are the pawns on this turf. Where there is a cottage there is good shade, and where there is good shade there is a cottage. This is the time to get up early to watch the cooking smoke: the morning fog gradually rises, unveiling the gray sky (preferably the scene after the smog). The light, the heavy, the thick gray, the light blue, and the pale, gradually ascended and disappeared in the stillness of vigor, as if they were praying to the people who came, and the unevenness fell into the sky. The rising sun is rare, this early spring weather. But when it came, it was a great joy to wake up early. In an instant, the field was darkened, and a layer of veil-like gold powder was gritted on the grass, the tree, the passage, and the cottage. In an instant, the surroundings were filled with the rich tenderness of the morning. In an instant your heart also shares the glory that was born during the day. "spring"! The clear sky of victory seems to whisper in your ear. "spring"! Your merry soul seems to echo there too.

Waiting for the scenery on the river, this spring comes a day of news. Concerned about the moss marks on the stone, the flowers in the grass, the speed of the water, the growth of the water plants, the clouds in the sky, and the new birdsong. The timid little Snowball is the ambassador of Tan Chunxin. Lily of the valley and vanilla are the first sounds of joy. The slender lotus blossoms, the exquisite stone narcissus, the lively Crox, the hard-working dandelions and daisies—the spring is already blooming in the world at this time, and there is no need for diligent inquiry.

Magnificent spring release. This is your time for wild travel. Lovely road administration, this place is no better than China, which place is not a magnanimous avenue? Walking is a pleasure, but riding a bicycle is a greater pleasure. Cycling is a common technique in Cambridge; women, children, and old men all enjoy the joy of this double dance. (I heard in Cambridge that people are not afraid of being stolen, so everyone has their own car, and no one wants to steal it.) You can choose a direction, you can take a passage, and follow the grassy wind, put When the wheel is gone, keeping your happiness for a long time is the tonic for your spirituality. There are clear shade and beautiful grass on this road, you can rest anywhere. You are like a flower, there are many beautiful grasslands here. You are like a bird, there are many clever songbirds here. You love children like children, and the country is full of lovable children. If you love people, there are many villagers here who are not too far away. You can "pend up" to stay overnight. There are buttermilk and tender potatoes for you to feast on, and there are dazzling fruits for you to taste new. If you love wine, every "look" in this country has good new brews for you. Dark beer is too strong, cider and booze are all for you to quench your thirst and moisten your lungs. Bring a volume of books, walk ten miles, choose a quiet place, watch the sky, listen to birds, read, and when you are tired, go dreaming with the grass – you can imagine a more suitable and suitable pastime ?

Lu Fangweng has a line of poems "calling fast horses to welcome the new moon, but Shang Qingyu takes advantage of the cool night", which is the romance of being a local official. When I was in Cambridge, I didn't have a horse to ride, or a sedan chair, but I also had my romantic style: I often rode a car when the sun was setting in the west, chasing the broad sun on the horizon. The sun can't be chased, I don't have the absurdity of Kuafu, but the tenderness of the evening scene has been secretly tasted by me. There are three or two painting-like experiences that are still vivid to this day. When it comes to watching the sunset, we usually only know about climbing or facing the sea, but in reality, we only need a vast sky, and the sunset on the flat ground is sometimes just as magical. Once I rushed to a place, holding the fence of a village, across a large field of wheat waves, watching the changes in the western sky. Once, facing a broad avenue, a large group of sheep came and returned from pastures. The huge sun radiated thousands of golden rays from their backs, but the sky was dark and green, and only the unsightly majesty remained. A large road, a group of creatures, my heart suddenly felt the oppression of the mystical, I really knelt down, facing the gradually fading golden light. Once again, it is an even more unforgettable spectacle. It is facing a large grassland with no end in sight, full of bright red poppies. In the green grass, the pavilions are like ten thousand golden lamps, and the sun is slanting from the brown clouds. , turned into a strange purple, transparent and unstoppable, in an instant, in my dazzled vision, this grass field has become... Don't say it, you don't believe it!

It's been more than two years, Cambridge, who knows the hidden worries of my homesickness? I don't want anything else, I just want that night when the clock shakes, the open field, reclining alone in the soft grass, watching the first big star appear in the sky!

It is not easy for people who live in cities to know the changing seasons. When you see leaves falling, you know it's autumn, when you see leaves green, you know it's spring; when it's cold, put on a stove, when it's hot, remove the stove; take off the cotton robe, put on the jacket, take off the jacket, and put on the single robe: that's all. The news of the stars in the sky, the news in the soil below, and the news of the wind blowing in the sky are none of our business. Where are you busy, there are so many things like this, who cares about the shifting of the stars, the ebb and flow of flowers and plants, and the changes of the situation? At the same time, we complain about our life, pain, boredom, restraint, and dullness. Who would admit that being a human being is happiness? Who doesn't curse life so many times?

But unsatisfactory life is largely self-inflicted. I am a believer in life, and I believe that life is by no means as bleak as most of us deduce from our own experience alone. The root of our disease is "forgetting our roots". Humans are the offspring of nature, just like the flowers and birds on the branches are the offspring of nature; but unfortunately we are civilized people, we are as deep as a day in the world, and as far away from nature as a day. Flowers and plants that have left the soil, and fish that have left the water, can they be happy? Can it survive? From nature, we take our life; from nature, we shall take part in our continued nourishment. Which swirling tree has no wrong roots deep in the endless hidden ground? We can never be independent. Happiness is the child who is never separated from the mother, and healthy is the people who are always close to nature. There is no need to swim with the deer or go back to the "dongfu"; in order to cure the embarrassment of our current life, as long as "not completely forgetting nature" is a light prescription, there is hope for our symptoms to be alleviated. Roll a few times in the grass, take a bath in the sea a few times, go to a high place to watch the sunrise and sunset a few times - the burden on your shoulders will be relieved.

This is superficial truth, of course. But if I hadn't lived in Cambridge, I wouldn't have such confidence. I have only had that spring in my life, and it is really pitiful to say that I have never wasted my time. Only in that spring, my life is natural, it is really happy! (Although it also happened to be the most painful period of my life.) I had leisure, freedom, and absolute solitude. Strange to say, it was the first time that I recognized the brightness of the stars and moon, the greenness of grass, the fragrance of flowers, and the diligence of running water. Can I forget the look of the early spring? How many mornings have I braved the cold to walk alone in the forest covered with thin frost—to listen to the birds’ voices, to look forward to the rising sun, to find the flowers and plants that are gradually waking up in the soil, and to experience the subtlest and most wonderful spring message. Ah, that's the new thrush trying its new sound on the ever-withering green branches over there! Ah, this is the first little snowball to break out of the semi-frozen ground! Ah, isn't this the new wetness stained with lonely wicker?

It was extremely quiet, this water-soluble avenue, only the bell of the milk truck in the distance, dotted the silence around. Walk along this avenue until you reach the end, then turn into the path in the woods, and walk towards the densely smoky place, with the elm shade above your head, revealing the dawn of the desert; This forest, which is currently a flat field, can see the cottage, the green wheat fields, and three or two steamed hills in the distance that cover a passage. The horizon is foggy, and the sharp black shadow is the religious temple near the village. Listen, that Xiaozhong's gentle voiceless voice. This area is the plain in the middle of the state, the terrain is like the light waves in the sea, silent ups and downs; the mountains are invisible, and some are evergreen grasslands and fertile fields. Looking from the top of the tufu, Kangqiao is only a dense forest, with several Pingting spires. The charming Kanghe is also missing, you can only imagine the first-class and shallowness along the brocade-like forest. The cottages and the woods are the pawns on this turf. Where there is a cottage there is good shade, and where there is good shade there is a cottage. This is the time to get up early to watch the cooking smoke: the morning fog gradually rises, unveiling the gray sky (preferably the scene after the smog). The light, the heavy, the thick gray, the light blue, and the pale, gradually ascended and disappeared in the stillness of vigor, as if they were praying to the people who came, and the unevenness fell into the sky. The rising sun is rare, this early spring weather. But when it came, it was a great joy to wake up early. In an instant, the field was darkened, and a layer of veil-like gold powder was gritted on the grass, the tree, the passage, and the cottage. In an instant, the surroundings were filled with the rich tenderness of the morning. In an instant your heart also shares the glory that was born during the day. "spring"! The clear sky of victory seems to whisper in your ear. "spring"! Your merry soul seems to echo there too.

Waiting for the scenery on the river, this spring comes a day of news. Concerned about the moss marks on the stone, the flowers in the grass, the speed of the water, the growth of the water plants, the clouds in the sky, and the new birdsong. The timid little Snowball is the ambassador of Tan Chunxin. Lily of the valley and vanilla are the first sounds of joy. The slender lotus blossoms, the exquisite stone narcissus, the lively Crox, the hard-working dandelions and daisies—the spring is already blooming in the world at this time, and there is no need for diligent inquiry.

Magnificent spring release. This is your time for wild travel. Lovely road administration, this place is no better than China, which place is not a magnanimous avenue? Walking is a pleasure, but riding a bicycle is a greater pleasure. Cycling is a common technique in Cambridge; women, children, and old men all enjoy the joy of this double dance. (I heard in Cambridge that people are not afraid of being stolen, so everyone has their own car, and no one wants to steal it.) You can choose a direction, you can take a passage, and follow the grassy wind, put When the wheel is gone, keeping your happiness for a long time is the tonic for your spirituality. There are clear shade and beautiful grass on this road, you can rest anywhere. You are like a flower, there are many beautiful grasslands here. You are like a bird, there are many clever songbirds here. You love children like children, and the country is full of lovable children. If you love people, there are many villagers here who are not too far away. You can "pend up" to stay overnight. There are buttermilk and tender potatoes for you to feast on, and there are dazzling fruits for you to taste new. If you love wine, every "look" in this country has good new brews for you. Dark beer is too strong, cider and booze are all for you to quench your thirst and moisten your lungs. Bring a volume of books, walk ten miles, choose a quiet place, watch the sky, listen to birds, read, and when you are tired, go dreaming with the grass – you can imagine a more suitable and suitable pastime ?

Lu Fangweng has a line of poems "calling fast horses to welcome the new moon, but Shang Qingyu takes advantage of the cool night", which is the romance of being a local official. When I was in Cambridge, I didn't have a horse to ride, or a sedan chair, but I also had my romantic style: I often rode a car when the sun was setting in the west, chasing the broad sun on the horizon. The sun can't be chased, I don't have the absurdity of Kuafu, but the tenderness of the evening scene has been secretly tasted by me. There are three or two painting-like experiences that are still vivid to this day. When it comes to watching the sunset, we usually only know about climbing or facing the sea, but in reality, we only need a vast sky, and the sunset on the flat ground is sometimes just as magical. Once I rushed to a place, holding the fence of a village, across a large field of wheat waves, watching the changes in the western sky. Once, facing a broad avenue, a large group of sheep came and returned from pastures. The huge sun radiated thousands of golden rays from their backs, but the sky was dark and green, and only the unsightly majesty remained. A large road, a group of creatures, my heart suddenly felt the oppression of the mystical, I really knelt down, facing the gradually fading golden light. Once again, it is an even more unforgettable spectacle. It is facing a large grassland with no end in sight, full of bright red poppies. In the green grass, the pavilions are like ten thousand golden lamps, and the sun is slanting from the brown clouds. , turned into a strange purple, transparent and unstoppable, in an instant, in my dazzled vision, this grass field has become... Don't say it, you don't believe it!

It's been more than two years, Cambridge, who knows the hidden worries of my homesickness? I don't want anything else, I just want that night when the clock shakes, the open field, reclining alone in the soft grass, watching the first big star appear in the sky!