In May, there is no time to chew carefully, the wind blows randomly, urging the pace of summer, the memory is exposed to the "dog days" of early summer, and is scorched yellow, I pick up the scorched yellow pieces one by one.
——Inscription
1. Pick up a piece of Chuxinyuan.
The courtyard is deep, and I live under the tall buildings and trees. The sun rises and the moon sets, and the ordinary things in the courtyard circulate my thoughts.
The longan trees standing in the entrance of the courtyard open their arms, embrace the breeze, and spread a piece of warmth; the thin bamboos stand in clusters, and the green color renders the white walls, taking advantage of the wind, they want to compare with the eaves of the house. High; the red bricks hide their breath in the dense holes, letting go of the past and absorbing the new; scattered fragments are left in the pavilions and courtyards.
In the courtyard on a rainy day, mirrors flow. The early summer rain hits the brick-colored tiles, splashes the water-colored petals, and bursts out elves, playing a rain song in the courtyard. The misty rain is soaked in the dry summer, washing the beating heart, and time is reflected on the mirror. The eaves are lined with a curtain of thin strings; the cannas are dancing with green color; the corners of the walls are moistened with long-standing stories.
The sunny yard is filled with brightness. White clouds float in the blue sky, it clears up after the rain, and the light particles penetrate the branches and leaves, spreading their colors. The vines, absorbing the nutrients of the yard, want to climb to the roof to take a look. Trojan horses and swings, lazily enjoying the sunshine. Coconut trees stand straight in the courtyard, protecting every flower and tree. The flowers and trees reveal the thoughts of the yard.
Uncle often washes the yard, and every time he takes a bath, he is refreshed; Sister Bin takes care of the yard like a gardener, and every flower and tree hides her thoughts; Aunt Mei repeats the tidying up every day As for the work of B&Bs, the nine B&Bs are the lifeblood of the courtyard and Aunt Mei’s sustenance; Sister Su adds a touch of mood to the courtyard.
The night after the rain in the courtyard is extremely ethereal. The lone star is accompanied by a bright moon. The moon is like a hook, leaning against a cloud house. The lantern spits out a faint yellow. The yellowed courtyard gives rise to warmth and loneliness in my heart. The desire to travel disappeared in an instant. The moon moved the shadows of flowers onto the railings, sparse shadows dotted the courtyard, and the deep night opened the window in my heart.
The yard is not always peaceful, and occasionally there are noisy creatures.
The yard is a paradise for children on weekends. College volunteers often bring surprise classes to the children, whether they are picture books, paper-cutting, handicrafts, or chess pieces... .
The Chuxin activities in the courtyard are also common. The Chuxin party adds fireworks to the courtyard, the Chuxin movie becomes a meal to feed the soul, and the nine B&Bs allow study and travel plans to be carried out.
Chuxinyuan, I hope we will never forget our original intentions.
2. Pick up a piece of library
Only after a test of holding water and meditating can you enter the library. If the mind is calm, it will be like this. If the mind is not calm, the water will overflow. Step up the steps gently and slowly. The narrow steps speak of humility and courtesy. Walking to the front of the hall, I washed my hands and mouth, took off all the dust on my body, took off my shoes and hats and put them in the corner of the cabinet. One step leads to a flower. The earthy yellow wooden board contains deepness and carries tens of millions of dust. It is a mixture of straight and oblique, ups and downs, and colorful dreams are intertwined and arranged here.
“Reading is a poetic state of existence”, this is the library’s slogan. When the soul wanders in the ocean of books, it can perceive the brightness of knowledge. "Gratitude, dedication, sharing, responsibility, and respect" are woven into the spirit of the library. The following is an explanation of the spirit of the library:
Learn to be grateful, be grateful that the library brings a free and elegant reading environment, be grateful for everyone’s selfless dedication, and be grateful for what we have, including happiness and sadness.
Learn to give, giving is the greatest gain. If you give to the library, you will gain a relationship with the library; if you give to others, you will gain others' gratitude to you; if you give to yourself, you will gain your own understanding and affection.
Learn to share. The books in the library come from everyone’s donations. If each of us donates a book, a thousand people will have a thousand books, allowing more people to read for free. Share the joy of reading, share what we have, and we will get more.
Learn to share responsibilities. The library feeds everyone’s soul. Everyone should also share management responsibilities, clean and organize books together, help everyone comply with management regulations, and be a responsible person. Responsible person.
Learn to respect. Washing hands shows respect for books. Gargling shows respect for the environment and others. Taking off shoes means walking softly. It shows respect for the floor and others. When we know how to respect others and the environment , which is the greatest respect for oneself.
Borges said: If there is a paradise in this world, it should be like a library.
I have never seen heaven, but I prefer libraries. Firefly Library is a paradise for children. Fairy tales are arranged into dreams, graceful poems harmonize with music, literature opens the window to the soul, and picture books are filled with colors...
The breath of ink comes from the pressed wood pulp It overflows and merges into the soul to grow flowers. The child is the elf of the library. The babbling melody floats with fantasy stories. The rain is the string of the library, connecting the eaves and the floor; the night light is the eyes of the library, looking into the distance; the library is the firefly at night, spreading warm yellow everywhere.
The library adds color to the growth of children, and the children bring life to the library and accompany each other. Companionship is the most silent and long-lasting love.
3. Pick up a cafe.
The glass hangs upside down from the ceiling, and the lazy song hides in the hole and wanders around the books, flipping through the past and present. Bouquets are natural ornaments, and the passing moisture dances with the music. Burnt and sweet, it is a rich flavor, waiting for some time to roast, and the fragrant honey will settle down, and you will be savoring it for a long time.
The morning light sneaks into the alley, bringing with it the soft wind, blowing through "100 Basics", leaving behind ordinary slender shadows.
Brother Peng’s bag is full of thoughts, and he walks lightly on the wooden board, feeling worried; Sister Bin’s brows are wrinkled and anxious, and her traces also tell the story of haste. Coffee is Sister Bin's passion, cakes also reveal her joy, and biscuits are even more of her concern. Lemon and mint exude more than just their freshness. The fragrance of milk, fruit, flowers, wood, and honey hides all of Sister Bin's attachment.
The setting sun shines through the glass window, casting a faint yellow tinge, smeared with dust particles, which rest in the corner and are blown away by the wind. The swing at the door seemed to be shining with moonlight, and my complex cast a shadow in a corner, lazing on the wicker chair. The light moves the curly hair and combs the golden color. Night insects are dancing on the staff in the yard, and the music is floating.
When a sudden rain comes, the hustle and bustle of the outside world is washed away, leaving behind a clear water. The night wind blows away the heat, and the little music on the piano beats the confusion, giving birth to purity. At night, I was quiet in the cafe, lingering among the clothes, and the wind filled my heart.
4. Picking up a home of fireflies
On the way here, there are mountain tops and clouds. Flying over the mountains, we are destined to arrive here eventually.
In ordinary alleys and ancient houses, there is smoke from cooking, and the blessing of gods is the hope of the older generation. People passing by, each with their own concerns, came and went, one stop after another.
A soup and a meal chewed on my aunt's thoughts. The dust particles in the kitchen surrounded my aunt, and their smell was revealed in the clothes. The spoon scoops up my aunt's perseverance; the chopsticks bring satisfaction into my mouth; the porcelain bowl is filled with my aunt's hard work all day long. The shadow left by the clothes corner is the sun drying my aunt's sweat.
Cigarettes, wine, and tea accompany my uncle on the track of time, and the silence of the night melts away his chatter. Seafood and wine tell the story of my uncle's regret for me; saying goodbye to my regret is the porridge cooked by my uncle, which is three parts dry and hot, and seven parts subtle, cherished and thoughtful.
The sad look on Brother Peng’s face left the scar on my stomach, worrying about whether the next stop would be the same, whether the soup would be filled with warmth, whether the rice would be chewed soft, and whether porridge and medicine would be a luxury. .
The black slippers cannot hide Sister Bin’s thoughts. The bear on the pillow is the elf I asked Sister Bin for. It has a pair of invisible wings and will fly to my dreamland and take a bite of the soft Clouds throw themselves into my arms.
Meeting Marie was an unexpected surprise. It was a joy to negotiate with her. The words were different, but it also opened up each other's hearts.
The jasmine bushes are spitting out parting dew. June is coming a little too quickly, or maybe the wind is too hasty. Let May dry out, and wait until next year to brew a pot of tea and watch the jasmine unfurl.