The grace of leaves
There is a tree in front of the window, and there is a leaf on the tree. I looked at it and it looked at me.
The leaves always sway slightly. I was very curious and asked: "Ye, why do you always swing?"
"I want to fly." it said.
"A leaf is a leaf, and it can never fly like a bird."
"Just watch." It smiled innocently and stopped talking.
The leaves swing from spring to summer, persistent and enthusiastic.
I was surprised: "Why? You have grown up in a season, you should understand..."
"Maybe," it looked at the sky and sighed softly. tone, "One season has made me understand that leaves can never fly like a bird, but I still can't stop myself from flying. Sometimes, I know it's impossible, but I can't do it myself, can I?"
" Now that I know it's impossible, why can't I stop?" I was confused.
"Maybe it's because deep down in my heart, I still want to fly..." It smiled at me, with a touch of sadness in its smile...
Autumn is here.
I looked at the crumbling leaves that were about to wither and said, "Your life is about to come to an end. Are you still chasing that impossible dream?"
" Yes." Ye raised his head, his eyes glowing with uncontrollable brilliance, "You know, I'm happy now."
"Hmm. , During this time, I understood a lot. I watched many people coming and going in the treetops, but I couldn't be satisfied. Do you know why?
"It's them?" Didn’t get what you wanted?”
“No, it’s because they ignore the ‘process’ while pursuing ‘results’. You must know that the joy of ‘results’ is brought by ‘process’. . A 'process' without a 'result' is a pity, but a 'result' without a 'process' is even more tragic... Do you understand?"
I shook my head slightly: "You... What do you want to tell me?"
It smiled again: "I am savoring the process!"
Winter is here.
I walked to the window with heavy steps. Suddenly, a sight stunned me - withered leaves, flying!
Time seems to have stopped flowing, and it exudes the brilliance of youth with its body. It left the embrace of the tree, flying and dancing on the stage of the sky in the overflowing warm winter sun. Although it is such a simple movement, the dance has grace and charm. It is lighter and more moving than a bird... It is more like a gypsy girl. Although the clothes are old and the skirt is damaged, it dances with will. Flying high, as if no one else was watching, with a fiery light shining in his eyes. It was calm enthusiasm, transcendent cheer! Circles of Motohu passed through the space, that was the trajectory of life...
Suddenly, as if the elf in the wind was joking, a gust of wind blew, and the leaf lost its balance, like a The yellow butterfly with broken wings was flipping in the air, making its last effort before falling to the ground. Finally, the "butterfly" fell to the ground, and the setting sun dyed it golden, like the dying fire clouds on the horizon...
Tears slowly flowed down from my eyes: "Your dream has come true It’s true, but you have spent a lifetime waiting for this and exhausted all your energy. Don’t you regret it?”
It didn’t answer, but still smiled quietly, and gradually, it came together. Eyes closed...
At night, I had a dream. In the white heaven, angels play hymns, and the leaves fly peacefully, leaving shining traces...
There is a voice saying: The existence of dreams is for the pursuit!