I haven't been out for a while. I have always disliked downtown areas, busy streets, and wandering around in the bustling crowd. Instead, I am used to living at home all day, picking up children step by step every day, buying food and cooking, and doing housework. When I am free, I will lie idly on the sofa and read books. Or sit in front of the computer and type some immature words; Or play a soothing song, stand alone on the balcony and watch the green leeks in the neighbor's vegetable fields grow wild day by day; Look at the leaves of the row of fruit trees and pagodas on the roadside. They are green and yellow. They are very long. Look at a butterfly, flapping its beautiful wings, looking for yesterday's old dreams among the roses. As the days go by, the traces of annual rings are engraved on my face, and my life is as calm as a stagnant pool. Sometimes I will inevitably feel a little lonely and sad in my heart.
Today's weather is exceptionally good. The golden sunshine shines warmly on the body, which is comfortable and comfortable. If there is no breeze blowing on your cheeks, one or two long hairs will be lifted, elegant and warm. Looking up at the sky, the blue sky is like washing, and a few long white clouds adorn it, lazy and free. The mountains in the distance are angular and seem to be touched with one hand. A few sparrows are jumping around on the branches, and their chirping sounds are crisp and pleasant. How long has it been since I settled down to see the scenery around me? What one sees in one's eyes, if not carefully tasted, may have disappeared on my way around.
A smell came to the nose. I haven't seen the flowers bloom yet. How can there be flowers? Before I knew it, I had arrived at the garden of the community. Looking up, when the graceful willow branches of that tree have sprouted pale yellow buds, clusters after clusters, like clusters of pale green flowers. "I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." Is it really a new dress made by Miss Chun skillfully? How did you become charming in the blink of an eye?
Isn't that pink winter jasmine? That bulging bud, in bud, is like a bride to be married. Before it was in full bloom, it had already produced many flowers. Oh, one or two impatient petals are pink, so fresh and elegant. This is the first touch of spring I have seen this year. I really want to pick a flower and hold it in my hand, just like holding a beautiful spring, just reaching out and putting it down gently. After a cold winter, I waited for this beautiful flower today. How can I kill its purity and beauty because of a moment of greed?
Turning around, I saw my favorite clove covered with small wind chimes, purple wind chimes swaying gently in the breeze, and Huang Cancan's forsythia in bud. The manicured elms also opened the green barrier. I have been hiding at home, thinking that spring will become colorful overnight and it will appear in front of me. Do you know that this intoxicating spring scene has already quietly bloomed? Did I miss spring or did it forget me?
Looking at the vibrant scene before me, my depressed mood suddenly became clear. Yesterday seemed to be sleeping in a winter dream. Today, everything is revived and the spring is fading away.
Walking along the cobblestone path, there are green cages and beautiful scenery everywhere. The roses in the flower bed have taken out tender red buds, the purple leaves covered with thorns have shaken off old clothes, the leaves of clusters of peony are red and green, and the rich peony is already gestating full buds. The tall Sophora japonica doesn't seem to have woken up from a dream. The rough old bark is engraved with the vicissitudes of time, and the dead leaves and pods of Sophora japonica still remain on the branches, swaying uneasily in the wind, but stubbornly refusing to fall.
We may never guess the mind of plants. The attitude of vegetation calmly facing seasonal changes has won people's praise and admiration. They are silent, and spring comes to sprout, blossom and bear fruit; Qiu Lai matures, withers and withers, day after day, year after year, and never complains about the environment and the wind and frost it has experienced; Never care about the short flowering period and the humble life. They live calmly, calmly and undisturbed, neither happy nor sad. They fully display the beauty given by life, and they face the wind and frost given by the four seasons calmly. Many times, I always feel that vegetation can reflect the value of life better than people.
In the open space in the middle of the garden, some middle-aged and elderly people wear white or blue uniforms and do exercises in soothing music. Everyone's face is calm and serene, and their hands and feet are agile. There is a beauty in the state of selflessness. Several young women are in a circle not far away, and a spline is flying around in laughter. An uncle helped his trembling wife and walked slowly around the flower bed, gossiping. The bright sunshine shone on their silvery white hair, shining with golden light, and the old lady's gullied face was filled with a kind of happiness. At that time, they had a beautiful youth, like a vibrant spring, flying their own wonderful. Now, after seventy years of age, we can walk the last paragraph of our lives together. This kind of happiness makes young people living in this impetuous era envious and ashamed.
Looking at their carefree appearance, I suddenly remembered the classic song: "The most brilliant thing I can think of is to grow old with you and collect bits and pieces of laughter along the way. I will talk slowly in a wheelchair until we are too old to go anywhere, and you still regard me as the treasure in your hand … "Happiness is not luxury food in luxury cars, but blind date in plain fireworks.
"Mom, look, a butterfly!" A little girl's happy voice rang in her ear. She looked in the direction of her finger, and a golden butterfly flapped its delicate wings and danced in front of the winter jasmine. The little girl blinked her big eyes and there was a great surprise in her happy smile.
"Well, spring is coming, the willows are green, the flowers are blooming and beautiful butterflies are flying." The clever mother looked down at her daughter and did not forget to instill knowledge in her baby with poetic language.
I smiled gently and slowly returned along the route, and the haze in my heart quietly dispersed. It is not a happy thing to feel the splendor of life, the indifference and warmth of life, and the harmony and beauty of nature in the spring of this day. Spring is in the eyes, love is in the heart, taste it and cherish it deeply. ......