jeffrey lake
Stories (1/0)
life in the world
A carefree life in the world, half a floating name is vain. An inscription of the wisps of light, the dots of starlight, a full moon to the earth reduced to transparency. In a foreign land, full of sadness, the full moon night can only drink sake alone, with the moon song. Fortunately, he still has months; With the moon, he has a soul; With sake, he had it all. The sake flowed into his heart with the deep homesickness. He was drunk, drunk will really become a fairy, then really can be a cavity of melancholy into the source of creation. The breeze blowing his thin body, looking up at the lonely moon, intoned: The moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the moon, bow down to think of home. There is no good man "aim in the four corners" shackles; There is no man "everywhere" imprisoned; Some are just a cavity of homesickness evolved into a masterpiece. He still drinks sake alone, looking at the round of familiar and strange moon, quietly wandering his own world. King spoon, neither humble nor overbearing; Your concubine Fumo, right when smile; A man takes off his boots and is uninhibited. There is no delicious food, he is more willing to use the sparse food between mountains and wild trees as his hunger; Instead of AGAR, he prefers a jug of sake to accompany his solo journey; Without a big horse, he would rather use a donkey that fits his heart to carry him and walk in his real world. He has a true disposition, does not look at lofty words, does not know how to cater to snobs; He has a true backbone, the world is not with it, and died, riding a four-legged thing, floating in heaven and earth, not to care about the official clouds; He has a true nature, line in front of the county government, to the county officials of the tendency to scold a poetic person. In the world, it only appears that people are shallow and things are ignorant. Had to go with the wind, floating into the pure land that belongs to him. A, and away; He has true integrity, one after another shaking the world works, quietly into the world, let the generations passed down, enduring. He was a God, clothed in cloth, covering his lean and handsome body; A pot of sake, carrying the pillar of his soul; A lonely moon, accompanied him through all the world. His great works in the later generations, attacking the bottom line of people's hearts, and inspiring the world to keep moving forward.Dad said that to play in Beijing, you must climb the Great Wall, because there is a saying called "not to the Great Wall is not a good man." It was surprisingly hot that day, but the haze was still very serious, the strong sunlight could not penetrate it, the mountain on the other side was also looming, and the wind rarely came out. We are going to climb the Badaling Great Wall in this terrible weather. Listen to the guide said that the steepest slope of the Badaling Great Wall is about 90 degrees, we were scared to the legs are soft. Come to the foot of the Great Wall, here visitors weave, probably want to become a hero. We followed the crowd and began to climb the Great Wall. The first section of the road is there are steps, this is OK, we excitedly picked up the steps. After about two beacon towers, there are no steps, only about 60 degrees of slope. I leaned forward and tried to climb, always feeling like I was going to slide down this slope at any moment. It didn't take long to climb so tired that I was panting, and beads of sweat rolled down from my forehead. Dad was carrying a backpack on his back, and he said that the bag weighed 20 kilograms, but I saw that he was still climbing very easily, and he turned around cheerfully and said: "Come, take a picture!" Just listen to "click" and I climbed the Great Wall. I caught it on camera. But when I look, I this person is inclined, the mountain is right, this person seems to fall down! What a strange picture. Halfway up, I was so tired my bones were falling apart. Dad still kept urging me to "hurry up and climb!" But the more he urged me, the more tired I felt, and I was afraid that I might slide down the steep Great Wall. In the climb to more than half of the time, I finally can not insist, it seems that even the strength to lift the legs are no longer, so, to my father put forward no longer climb, but my father refused to promise, I cherish this exercise opportunity. Fortunately, at this time, mother and sister can not climb, in the mother's repeated requests, dad had to compromise with us. Hey, climbing the Great Wall is really a tough test! Although I arrived at the Great Wall, I still haven't become a real hero!
By jeffrey lake11 months ago in Futurism