The northern wind is sometimes careless;
In the scorching heat of summer, looking forward to a ray of wind is like waiting for a long-lost relative; thinking about a rain is like looking forward to a warm meeting.
When people are traveling, they are tired and hot, which makes them suffer physically and mentally and upset their mood. I like to enjoy the cool air in a place with few people, and watch the greenery creep up from the bottom of the mountain to the hills; I would like to spend a leisurely time reading in a quiet place.
In the scorching sun for several days, clouds flew in from the Western Mountains, gradually dispersed, and occupied a part of the sky. It has been dry and hot for many days, and the wind comes from the south, flapping leaves and dancing lotuses energetically, and reveling in a cornfield.
Rain is coming, either in the afternoon or at night. The wind and clouds were coming from the right direction. The old man said that it was a sign of heavy rain.
First came the wind, like a drunkard in the north, opening up his drunken fist and wreaking havoc on the fields, mountains, rivers, trees and mansions. The heat wave was instantly driven away by the drunken wind. It was comfortable and refreshing, and the ground was lush and green. They all swayed their heads and tails and cheered and sang under the encouragement of the wind. You have a lotus in the pond, and the water is blown up by the wind and slaps on the edge of the pond. The huge lotus leaf is like a flat boat, undulating and floating on the rocks. Pink or white petals scatter on the water in the wild wind. He, swaying back and forth, panicked and didn't know how to calm down and think.
Unless the wind from the south is as powerful as Xiang Yu's typhoon, most of the wind is like a beautiful girl, wandering around leisurely. But the wind in the north is different. It is less when the wind speed is slow and more when the wind speed is fast.
High high, low low, fast and slow. Standing on the mountain plateau, the wind is crying. Deep into the ditch bottom and river dam, the wind has died. This is my great northern wind, with a violent temper and a flamboyant personality. Live without fear of your surroundings. Death makes no sound.
There is no very appropriate word to give the wind in the north an elegant name, so it is called "Drunken Wind".
When Zui Feng and Xia He merge together, they have the Buddha nature of secularity and Zen, dust and purity. Isn't the lotus meditating in the wind the same as Cangyang Gyatso who traveled across thousands of miles of yellow sand? Isn't the falling lotus petal the beauty he has longed for?
Gradually, the wind died down. Scattered raindrops sprinkled from far to near, crackling in the lotus pond.
Clouds, thick clouds, blocked the brilliance of the sun. Between heaven and earth, there is a gloomy atmosphere. The swallows looking for food in the pond flew nervously towards the cliff, chirping and circling in front of the briquette-like cliff.
The clouds are getting heavier and heavier, pressing on the ridges and covering the peaks. I can catch the clouds or hold the sky, but at this moment I feel that I have no Zen mind and wisdom, so I just let the clouds surround me. Nine out of ten people are unhappy in life, and this is probably one of them, right? !
The wind, the drunken wind, invites the crystal raindrops to connect with a lotus pond, separated by thousands of miles of mountains, rivers, seas and seas of clouds, in a wetland. The dreamlike creation of nature has its own pyrotechnic eyes, which cannot be seen clearly.
A lotus leaf is a Buddha, stretching out his broad palm to catch a drop of rain. I was worried that the raindrops would be shattered if they fell, so I tried my best to protect my whole body.
A lotus leaf is like a little mass, focusing there to receive the mercy of a drop of rain. It is difficult to live in a lotus without rain; it is boring to live in a lotus without rain. Perhaps due to lack of skill, he accidentally missed the raindrop, causing the flower to disappear and fall into the abyss together with the petals.
A lotus leaf is our past and present life. Facing the drunken wind, bathing in the holy rain, enduring the scorching sun, enduring the frost and snow, until we grow old, we sow the causes and reap the consequences. .
The drunken wind knows the meaning of the lotus, and the gentle rain touches the Zen heart. A night of wind and rain finally extinguished the blazing heat everywhere. When I looked at a pond of summer lotuses, I had the urge to write something, a short article!
Yang Jinrong, a native of Liujiazhaizi Township, Huining County, has a bachelor's degree. Since middle school, he has published many novels, poems, prose and travel notes in newspapers such as "Middle School Chinese Newspaper", "Poetry Newspaper", "Prose Forest", "Poet", "Camel Bell", "Baiyin Evening News", "Baiyin Literature and Art" and other newspapers. Now working for a central enterprise, engaged in writing work.