After dinner, soak your feet while reading a magazine. I deliberately read the prose in it.
There is an article written about the "boiling water lake" in his hometown, a hot spring by the river in front of his home. This reminds me of the "soup pond" when I was studying, and the winter night after the next night of self-study. Later, a check, boiling water lake in Heping County, a little far from Huicheng, beyond the general cycling distance. Otherwise, there is another good place to ride.
Another author wrote about "first love" and the story of falling in love with a soldier brother. Through words, people can feel the beauty of first love, youth and romance. Even now, when I am middle-aged, I still believe in the existence of love. This reminds me of the past when I just walked out of school and was in a small factory in the courtyard of a certain unit on the outskirts of Beijing.
There is also an article that writes about the ancient city of "Pinghai", which is an ancient city on the seashore in Huidong, Guangdong. In October of 18018, I rode to Turtle Bay in Shuangyue Bay, once crossed the Pinghai Sea, and knew the ancient city, but hurried by and did not go to the field to visit. This evokes the idea that I would ride and take a look. Just a little far, more than eighty kilometers. I planned to leave the afternoon of the first day, stay in the ancient city of Pinghai for one night, visit the next morning, and return at noon.
Because I read a certain place written in the article, the text added to its charm, and I had a warm hope for a certain place, so I wanted to go to the field. For example, because of Wang Bo's two poems, "The sunset and the lone bird fly together, and the autumn water is long and the sky is one color", he went to the Tengwang Pavilion; read "The Sunset Slope at the Mouth of Wuyi Lane" and went to Wuyi Lane; because of Zhang Ji's poem, he went to Fengqiao, because Su Shi went to Wanghu Tower. Last year, I went to Lhasa, and there was a local magazine in the hotel room, which wrote that there was a female painter named Zhou Hua in Yutuo Road, so I went to look for it the next day, although the studio moved to another place, and with the help of enthusiastic people, I really found and met Zhou Hua.
Things like these, due to the medium of words, add to the interest. Or, because of the charm of the text, the rendering builds a new picture. I think that's the beauty of reading and writing.
Articles and poems like this can inspire me to want to go on a trip to the field, showing that the article is infectious and always a little touching to you. It can be said that such an article is a good article.
When I read it, I thought, maybe I can write such an article. I felt it was no stranger. Those things are ordinary, those emotions I have, and the language is simple. All this is not unattainable, as kind as being around. Of course, if you think about it quietly, if you really ask yourself to write, you feel that it is so bad. But I believe: one day the dream will come true!