As soon as I turn around, I am in a hurry, the flowers bloom, and the flowers fade. Turning around brings a gust of wind, and the wind is mixed with transformation. Time flies, with every spring, summer, autumn and winter, everything is changing the moment you turn around.
The rising sun turns into the setting sun, the green hair turns into white hair, the love turns into marriage, the poetry turns into prose, the sheep turns into sweaters... With a turn, it can happen. Many things. The sky after turning around is not as blue as before turning around, and the sun after turning around is not in the same position as before turning around. Turn around is destined to transform.
Mr. Lu Xun studied medicine in his early years. When he saw a movie showing Chinese compatriots being brutalized, some Chinese people present clapped their hands and cheered. In the anger of hating the numbness of the Chinese people, the moment he turned around and left, the transformation from medicine to literature quietly began. He moved from healing the body to healing the soul. He used his pen as a sword and gun and words as a trumpet to expose the evil darkness of the old feudal society and awaken the numbness and ignorance of the Chinese people. Every word is sonorous and powerful, and the philistine faces and hypocritical smiles are torn to pieces. Article by article, volume by volume, they are treasures in the Chinese literary world and priceless spiritual wealth. All of this comes from a turn, a transformation that comes with a turn.
Tao Yuanming turned around and walked from the officialdom to the countryside. The intrigues in official circles turned into comfortable leisure, and into elegant poems. "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain." It is the relief after turning around; "In the morning, I clear the wasteland and filth, and return with the moon load to hoe." It is the enrichment after turning around; "The birds are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. "It's the yearning after turning around. Turn around, give up, transform, gain. That is a different kind of Mr. Wu Liu.
Turning around and transforming are silent but not inevitable. Not every chrysalis can turn around and turn into a butterfly, not every eagle can turn around and fight against the blue sky! When I turn around, there is bitterness, reluctance, and nostalgia. A moment of turning around can change a life.
When I turned around, the velvet flowers of dandelions had drifted to the other side of the stream in the wind; when I turned around, every seed had been deeply rooted in the soil; when I turned around again, both sides were covered with dandelions. This is transformation. The rising sun turns into the setting sun, the blue hair turns into white hair, the love turns into marriage, the poetry turns into prose, the sheep turns into sweaters... In a moment, a life changes.