Last year was the most connected to nature I've had.
I am used to looking up at the sky and seeing the changing sky scrolls throughout the year and from morning to night. I also love to look at the trees. The branches are covered with spring flowers, the summer leaves are lush and rich, the autumn leaves are brilliant and gorgeous, and the winter branches are winding.
After experiencing countless unforgettable heart-pounding moments, and even a few amazing moments of "unity of man and nature", I grew up on trees, in clouds, and became one with the sky and the earth.
(spring)
Everything comes back to life in spring, and the most touching thing is the flowers blooming everywhere.
The first thing I saw was the mountain peach blossom in the Summer Palace, which bloomed along the West Causeway, and the flower branches stretched into the light blue Kunming Lake, which is the most beautiful pink and blue color scheme.
The most surprising thing is that the trash can downstairs is full of peach blossoms. Sure enough, spring has feet and walks all over the world.
I also like to ride home in the spring breeze, speeding along the more than ten kilometers of rose flower road.
The roses on that road are blooming extraordinarily gorgeously. First, there is the most romantic red rose, lining up to say love words to you; then, there is a belt of red and yellow flowers burning with the sunset in the sky; further on, there is a belt of colorful flowers, White, pink, orange, yellow, red and variegated are mixed together, proclaiming their beauty to the world lively, turning the wind along the way into colors. I looked at the clouds in the sky and felt unprecedented freedom, as if I had already flown to the sky in a somersault and rolled happily on the clouds.
There is also the Peach Blossom Spring in Orson, the dreamlike Er Yuelan in Yuanmingyuan, the retro and charming poppies, and I went home to see the bauhinia in Liuzhou, the bougainvillea in Nanning...
(summer)
When summer comes, the sky is the absolute protagonist. I can't count how many cloudy and sunsets I took. When I get off work, I run in the direction of the light, race against the setting sun, chase the ever-changing clouds, and watch the sky slowly color and fade.
What impressed me the most was July 30th, a sunny day after several days of rain, and I made a point of going to a nearby park after get off work. I walked along the lotus pond in the park, and watched the sky in front of me ignite a big fire, and the color changed from golden yellow to blood red. When I turned to the back, I saw another pink cloud, looking shyly at the pond in the mirror.
At that moment, I felt that time stood still, and "I" disappeared, only the mechanical hand kept pressing the shutter, trying to leave a little memory of this magical world.
The sea of clouds in Baihua Mountain is also very spectacular, as if the clouds are flowing at your feet, sometimes approaching you and sometimes leaving quickly.
(Autumn)
Autumn is my favorite season and the most important reason why I fall in love with the north. In the past in the south, I couldn't feel autumn, the leaves were always green and the weather was very hot. After I came to the north, I realized that autumn can be so beautiful. Spring is the season to look at flowers, and autumn is the season to look at trees. Every tree is trying to bloom its most beautiful appearance.
Autumn in Beijing is full of scenery, and every tree has its own story. One morning, on my usual way to work, I saw a tree protruding from the wall with a mass of branches and leaves dancing in the breeze. The leaves were so bright and yellow that they were almost transparent. I was instantly captivated and stopped to watch it for a long time.
I was very happy that whole day. I believe that each of us, like this tree, must have our own highlight moments, and maybe passers-by will appreciate it. It doesn’t matter if we don’t have one, beauty is enough.
I also arranged a few days to chase autumn activities. I saw the autumn in Yuanmingyuan, Orson, and Yeya Lake, which was very moving. The most noteworthy day is my trip from Jingshan to the Summer Palace and the Botanical Garden alone.
That day, I got up early and rushed to Jingshan to watch the sunrise, but the weather was not beautiful, and the sun was blocked by clouds. I went down the mountain, walked around there, saw the maple leaves and the ancient buildings, and took a lot of photos.
Later, when I went to the Summer Palace, the leaves had almost fallen, and only dead branches remained in the most classic place to enjoy autumn in the back lake. I started to walk to the other side, where there is still some autumn, and some tourists are taking pictures. I avoided the flow of people and climbed up the small slope next to it, and found a few tall maple trees still with brilliant colors. The more I walked in, I found that there were more. I walked to the highest point of the hillside, stopped, sat on the ground, quietly watched the branches cover the sky, and admired their unique posture and color. During this period, no tourists passed by, and I seemed to be enjoying a forest.
(winter)
In the past, my impression of winter in Beijing was very light. I only remembered the feeling of bleakness and loneliness, and I didn't like to go out very much. This winter, I observed the changes of all things carefully for the first time, and found that winter is very beautiful.
When the weather is good, winter in Beijing is an unusually deep blue. At this time, when I went to the river, I felt like seeing the sea, and my eyes were blue.
The sunset in winter is also very colorful, the color is deep and pure, calm and full of power.
The trees in winter are also beautiful, shedding their leaves and showing the lines of the branches, which has a sense of primitive impact.
Of course, the most anticipated thing in winter is snow.
The most shocking one was the Snow Great Wall. It was the first snow last year. I took the Snow Country Train from Tongzhou to Huairou and arrived at Mutianyu. Snow covered the winding city walls and the surrounding tree trunks, accompanied by rolling mountains and rising clouds and mists in the distance. The wax figure of Yuan Chi, the majestic spirit of wanting to compete with Tiangong.
In January of this year, I caught up with the red walls and white snow of the Forbidden City, feeling the time travel for thousands of years, and dreaming back to the dynasty years.
It was snowing at the beginning of the tiger, and I went to the forest park in Tongzhou. The vast expanse of white snow and the extension of dead trees are quite beautiful in the artistic conception of ink painting with endless words and endless meaning.
In the past, I always thought about going out on vacation and going to distant mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. This year, due to the restrictions of the epidemic, I was unable to go out of Beijing. For the first time, I carefully observed the scenery around me. I found that life is not only poetry and distant fields, but also the surprises and touches in front of me. Nature is extremely generous, as long as you feel it carefully, you will receive feedback, as long as you love it, it will show you the most beautiful side.
No matter where I go in the future, I hope that I will keep my love for nature, gallop in the vast world, and walk in the small world, and live up to every gift of nature.
