Memories are like wine in petals, with a faint scent of Sophora japonica.
When I was a child, there was a yard at home, and several locust trees were planted in the yard. Grandpa often sits under a tree in the yard. The clear celadon bowl contained clear wine, and he sipped it slowly and tasted it carefully. Occasionally, several Sophora japonica flowers fall into the bowl, reflecting the clear sky in the bouquet.
On the day when Sophora japonica fell, fragile creatures fell into the soil, leaving only bits and pieces of white on the branches. The thin petals are unable to stretch, and the pale sunshine reaches out to touch it, but it is motionless and indifferent. At this sad moment, grandpa is still sipping wine, happy and happy.
And the only one who secretly grieves for those petals that are "smashed into mud and crushed into dust" is my inexperienced little girl. When I cried for these withered lives again, grandpa patted me on the shoulder.
"Is this flower nice?"
I choked up and nodded.
"Then it fell. Is it more fragrant than when it is opened? "
I blinked in confusion, but I nodded.
"So, what are you crying about? It is completely normal for this flower to fall. Although all the flowers are gone, the fragrance is still there. Flowers have turned into dirt. Next year, the flower festival will be more splendid. For things, you must be able to afford them and put them down. "
At that time, I was still young, and I couldn't fully understand grandpa's meaning. I only said that Grandpa was heartless. Looking at the petals on the ground, I sighed for no reason.
Cook slowly with slow fire, mature and easy to live. Time slips away in laziness and turns over several seasons.
When I grow up and come to the city, I have a broader vision and more troubles. I fell down several times and struggled to get up, only to find that I could not avoid the next fall. Recalling grandpa's sincere words, I realized the meaning of that sentence. It is a kind of courage for a person to take up things, and it is a kind of generosity to let go. For the flowers and applause on the road of life, most experienced people can take it for granted, and those who have experienced many storms are more self-aware. However, it is very difficult to treat bumps and bumps with a normal heart. Being able to bear big setbacks and difficulties calmly is a kind of mind, a kind of generosity and a kind of integrity.
And my family seems to have been influenced by my grandfather in a subtle way. Being able to afford and let go of others has become a principle that family members abide by. Its meaning is no longer an attitude, but represents the spirit, integrity and family style of this family.
My family has a long history and walks with me. It is like dew in the spring breeze, watering my growth. If the bright morning star guides my direction, I won't be disappointed or confused in the dark. Romain rolland once said: "Life is not an individual that can grow in isolation. It grows and collects lush leaves along the way. " Family style gives me not only the visual feeling of bustling leaves, but also the enlightenment of dusty life. Let success no longer be a flower in the mirror, but the hope we carry on our journey, and we are constantly climbing the peak of life. When all the other mountains appear, the dwarfs in the sky. I will naturally sigh: this mountain is not limited. Turn around and continue your journey.
In the Ming Dynasty, Wu said in Family Instructions that young people should only cultivate their morality and stick to morality, and should not think deeply about gains and losses. The so-called solid and happy, defeat is also gratifying. To be honest, you have a lot to do with my heart!