Kawabata Yasunari said: "At four o'clock in the morning, I found that the begonia flowers were not sleeping."
After reading this, a scene of the poet and the begonias accompanying each other emerged in my mind. The flowers were not sleeping. People are awake because of the discovery that the poet has learned a little secret of nature, which is his own harvest.
Life would be so boring without discovery. The rising sun today is exactly the same as it was 3,500 years ago, and the sound around us has the same texture as it did eons ago. How can such a life attitude that lacks insight discover the beauty hidden in the corners, and how can we discover the silent things that happen around us every day? transformation?
Raise your head and turn 45 degrees to the right——
Look: a group of pairs of geese in the clear blue sky attracted my attention. They lined up neatly, sometimes in groups. The square formation changes from time to time, as if performing an aerial "ballet". The elegance of the flying geese formation amazed me - it turns out that art not only belongs to human beings, but also to all living things. Every swan goose is a noble dancer, spinning its own grace in the blue sky, showing its true self, I whispered to myself.
Before you can take your eyes back from the harmonious formation of wild geese, I am here to remind you with joy: bend down and touch the earth. Oh, under the old trees on campus, a group of small ants are working together to carry food. The big beetles have become the food of the small ants. This world is incredible. It turns out that once the weak ants unite, they can gather a powerful force. Weakness does not mean defeat. If we join hands, we can reach heights that are difficult for the strong to reach.
After school, you are walking on the wide tree-lined avenue. Look, I whispered. Walking towards them was an old couple supporting each other. The setting sun shone in the most perfect arc on the couple's gray hair, glowing with golden light.
"Go slower, old man." The old lady said tremblingly. The wrinkles on his face couldn't hide the concern in his heart.
Looking at the old couple's hunched backs gradually moving away, your heart seems to be wetted by some kind of emotion, like a drop of dew in a flower. For the time being, let's keep the declining sunset as a silhouette to color their beauty.
True love in the world does not need to be exaggerated into heroic feats of sacrificing oneself to save others, nor should it be limited to generous charity to help the poor. You find that true love is a simple greeting, an ordinary support, and a kind of love from the heart. Life is a treasure chest of discoveries. Here, you can observe the free fall of the apple from the tree, the huge force of the steam hitting the pot lid, and you can also discover your own uniqueness in the sunrise, sunset, and tide from the simple to the simple to the ordinary to the ordinary. profound and thorough.
Be a "sleepless person" and watch the flowers of life bloom!