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The school where I work is located in the countryside and ends every afternoon, just in time for dusk. Bathed in the gentle evening breeze, riding a bicycle, all the way home, admiring the countryside scenery along the way, there is always an indescribable comfort in your heart!
The dusk in the countryside is enchanting, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the rising smoke of the village fills the air with a veil-like mist, so that the village is looming in the void. Immerse yourself in it as if you have stepped into a fairyland. Dusk is a unique landscape of the countryside, and there is no dusk in the metropolis. In the bustling metropolis, the daytime sun has not yet been exhausted, and the lights at night are lit up one after another, so dusk disappears in the lights and neon of the city. In the city, you can't see the vague and quiet earth and sky. Almost all the scenery in the city is brightly decorated, and it is enveloped by a warm mood, drowning in the noise of the world. However, in the countryside, dusk still lingers between day and night, using a quiet atmosphere to induce people's inner soft sorrow and long thoughts.
At this time when day and night are intertwined, the day will end and the light released by the sun will gradually converge. The brilliant sun gradually became a gentle rose red, sinking towards the horizon little by little, and a large red disc appeared on the western horizon, generating a brilliant sunset, painting the western sky with a colorful color, and warming our eyes with a flexible and magnificent picture. In the face of the brilliant sunset, I can't help but add too many beautiful associations in my heart.
The dirt road under the feet has long become a flat asphalt road, and there are no cattle and sheep returning late on the road, and the shadow of the ox cart has long been lost in the traffic flow, and the farmers can not see the late return of the hoes. Most of the roads are people who are busy with their livelihoods, and although they live in the countryside, they rarely engage in farming. With the help of modern means of transportation, in the fast-paced melody of life, they run between the city and the countryside. People like me who ride bicycles to see the scenery in the slow pace of life seem to be lagging behind in the times. However, leaving aside the tiredness of a tense and busy day at school, the soul melted into this soft dusk, in the calm riding, slowly enjoying the scenery along the way, a beautiful feeling of haunting, the mood of happiness, can not be said to outsiders!
On the side of the road is an endless field of crops, the breeze blows, the green ripples are surging up, and the wisps of fragrance emitted by the plants are immersed in the breath, and you immediately feel the comfort and comfort brought by the aura of heaven and earth. Looking up at the sky, I saw flocks of homecoming birds flying to their habitats. Going home seems to be a theme of dusk. Whether it is people or animals, they all hurry back to their homes before the night comes, and in the warm harbor of home, they remove the armor of the soul, like a happy fish free in the silence of the night, make a good dream of their own, and then greet the arrival of the new dawn.
On the way home, passing by a large poplar forest. At this moment, the birds are returning to the forest, and the birds seem to be discussing sleep, chirping, and the tone is full of the smell of grass and insects. The cicadas had been chirping for a day, and they were already exhausted, and they were screaming without a sound, showing a state of drowsiness. In the village not far away, families have also lit up their lights to welcome their families who are working outside to go home for dinner. In the quiet atmosphere, the black curtain was unfolded at night, and the lights of wanjia were like stars that beckoned their families to go home. A peaceful atmosphere fills the air, allowing this rural dusk to carry the nostalgia of ancient and modern times.
The landscapes of rural twilight, and the emotions evoked by them, are a poetic spiritual experience. Familiar roads, familiar landscapes, are in the distant time, churning with the waves of memory, like a tide wet my memory, let me in or touched, or sad emotions to reminisce about the past of life. With this experience, I understand that in this busy world, it is necessary for me to stop walking, in a quiet atmosphere, to find the true nature of life, to let myself be free to send a moment of stupidity, a bout of infatuation, a lot of sorrow and a tear, only in this way can I fully enjoy the richness of the world and the complexity of human nature. Let your life be in the same rhythm as heaven and earth, and feel the beauty of life in the mood of the unity of heaven and man, is not it a happiness that we are seeking?
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