The Beauty of Xinhai
Almost overnight, a fresh and tranquil fragrance of flowers quietly filled the whole Xinhai, and the air was full of intoxicating breath. Finally, the rose in front of the fire building opened, with its head held high and colorful. Only one branch could thank one branch for another. It was spring workers who were not idle. Every time I pass by here, I always slow down and breathe greedily, and the taste of the whole summer is clear to my heart.
After a short stop, is the work of the cycle. For many years, I have gradually got used to walking in such a hurry, leaving thousands of mountains and rivers in my life to say goodbye one by one. So sometimes, will be moved by these little good for no reason. They stand there calmly when you are blue, and they still stand there calmly when you are happy. They stood there day and night, as if to wait for me, wait for me to slow down, wait for me to read the arrangement of fate.
Leisure is the most extravagant. I still remember a night shift, finishing the work at hand and enjoying a moment of peace at ease. Pushing open the window of the duty room, the evening breeze slowly, the evening bell silently, the dark fragrance floating in the air, adding a bit of seclusion. Inadvertently, a bright moon hanging high in the sky, light and shadow, not stained with fiber dust, left behind and independent, look down on all living beings in the world. Keep the clouds open to see the moon, see the full moon through a few wisps of thin clouds, slowly sinking to the west, indifferent to stop over the fifty thousand square cans, two radiance, can't cover the faint moonlight, can't hide the flashy leisurely, I sit alone at the window, the heart has long been a thousand waves. Everything in the world has its time, vegetation has its spirit, people also have feelings, meeting is the realm of life. "Lonely clouds are showing up, leaving nothing to stay; The lang mirror is suspended in the air, and it is irrelevant to be quiet and manic." In this quiet night, it is lonely to think that the moon is also lonely.
There was also a patrol well, stealing half a day's leisure, a person riding a car slowly stroll, Xinhai beautiful scenery. Go to the landscape lake around, the original here has long been changed to the world. There is no fighting for beauty in spring, no crowd of flowers, no butterfly array around bees, and even no remnants of flowers scattered into mud. I suddenly remembered the decadent words of An Yiru: sometimes flowers bloom, sometimes thank you, sometimes everything; sometimes embrace, sometimes life and death, sometimes gather and disperse. Once the beauty reaches the extreme, it becomes desolate. However, the begonia after fading away from prosperity is less poetic and more vigorous-these are enough to make me happy. There will always be a place in this world that can calm your heart, be calm and quiet. It is in the distance thousands of miles away, or near at hand, where the heart is, where is heaven.
No matter how hurried Xinhai's progress is, on this land, flowers still bloom for four seasons and trees are carefree. This is the secret realm of life, and all the tensions will eventually be resolved one by one. All we can do is live a good life, slow down our pace and see all the scenery along the road. Might as well slow down, wait for the soul, life will be easy to you, and give you another surprise.
(Hou Yanfang, Power Workshop)