The chaos in the world is all red dust. In this dusty sky, who has not been looking forward to pursuing that wisp of poetry and distance?
Everyone has an unfinished poem in their heart, which is a chapter about youth, dreams and love. Time flies, time flies, the road we have walked, the scenery we have seen, have turned into the words and sentences in the poem. Thinking back then, in its prime, a long song, smiling proudly. Looking back now, those youthful brushstrokes have long been polished round and deep by the years.
The crowd looked for him, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim lamp. "In the red dust, we look for and look forward to an unexpected encounter with poetry. Maybe it was in the early morning after the rain, or maybe it was on a sunny afternoon, at that moment, the harmonious resonance between the soul and nature allowed us to capture the long-lost poetry.
Far away is a dream in my heart. It's distant and mysterious, full of endless **. We are eager to set foot on that unknown land, explore the customs there, and feel the beauty of the mountains and rivers there. "The world is so big, I want to see it. This simple sentence expresses the desire of many people's hearts.
However, we in the red dust are always tied up in trivial matters, and distant dreams seem to become unattainable. But remember, "Life is not just about what is in front of you, there are also poetry and distances." "Even in the hustle and bustle of the city, we can still be poetic and look into the distance.
Let's stop in our busy lives and listen to our inner voice. The melodious poetry is intertwined with the call from afar, forming a beautiful symphony. In this red dust, let us not forget our original intention, move forward bravely, and pursue the beauty that belongs to us.
The wind sends a heat wave of 3,000 miles, and the rain washes the Milky Way for thousands of miles. "We in the red dust, although small, but the poetry and distance in our hearts are so vast. Let us carry this beauty and continue to move forward in every corner of life, leaving our own poems there.
One day we will find that the poetry and distance that we have been looking for have always been in our hearts. "Mo Dao has no confidants ahead of him, and no one in the world knows you. "In this red dust, let us use our poetic hearts to feel the beauty of the distance, and let life become more colorful because of this pursuit.