Holiday life, no longer worry about trivial work, has been tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, life becomes lazy and casual.
In those days when I lived in my hometown, I often wandered aimlessly on the hillside, following my inclinations and drifting with the tide. This used to be my childhood paradise. Although I have been away from my hometown for many years, I can't forget it and I can't live without it. Time filters out glitz, and the years slowly accumulate. Those beautiful memories, like wild flowers swaying on the hillside, can warm and moisten tired hearts, although they can't light up the whole sky of life.
The flowers and rocks here often appear in my dreams and in front of my eyes. My hometown, my former home, and the resting place of my soul always give me some delicate warmth and touch inadvertently.
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Dangyang Mountain in the east of the village and Ma 'anshan in the north stand quietly like two huge barriers. Towering silver-white siliceous rocks and red ochre volcanic rocks shine red and white in the sunlight. Between the two mountains, it seems that there are auspicious lights and auspicious spirits, hanging over several families crowded in the ravine.
The hillside in the distance is covered with dense oak forest, but you can't hear the whistling wind, but you can see one white wave after another, which is the back of the rolling oak leaves shining in the sun. In front of the tree, the breeze was blowing gently, and the leaves around me rustled as if whispering. The sunshine in the morning is just right, neither dry nor hot, but also full of the fragrance of weeds.
This is a quiet valley. A huge rock is tightly surrounded by dense trees and vines, and a tall white elm stands in the middle. Below is a gentle slope with a few oak trees growing sparsely. The oak tree is full of lush weeds, fresh and tender. I walked up and felt furry under my feet. Look at the slender stems and soft leaves. It's like weaving a natural carpet. I just sit on the floor. There is a thin wind in my ear, dancing birds, and occasionally one or two small animals scream with surprise.
Looking around, there are one or two squirrels jumping around on the grass in front, three or five pheasants walking back and forth in the Woods on the left, and three or two tits chirping on the rocks behind. They didn't panic and escape because of the intrusion of outsiders, just screamed and carefully retreated to a nearby place and looked at me curiously. Even, a titmouse boldly strolled near me, trying to get close to me.
The sun leaped over the top of the mountain and hung obliquely in the air. The golden sunlight slanted down from the leaves, and the grass was crystal clear. Clever little squirrel, constantly turning its little head and wagging its long tail, ready to hide at any time. The pheasant looks stupid and cackles once or twice, but it can pull back when the danger suddenly comes. Tits living on branches like to sit around quietly and judge their own safety. Two butterflies circled back and forth silently, and a bee buzzed around.
The sun rises higher and higher, more and more dazzling. Sunlight fell through the cracks in the leaves, and the color of the grass changed after the flowing beam, like a slowly playing slide show and a frame-by-frame printed brocade. Butterflies flying? Peony blossoms? Neon flashing? Chang 'e flying? In the poetic atmosphere, I don't know what mysterious and fantastic patterns will appear in the next moment. I just look forward to it silently and watch it quietly.
The light is shining, the shadow is swaying, and the fragrance is floating. It is in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere that I gain not only quiet mood and leisurely interest, but also spiritual pleasure. I seem to hear the tinkling of the spring in the valley, like the intermittent sound of the piano, pouring out the tone of self-entertainment. As if I heard the fairy sound coming from the horizon, it was gentle and gentle. If there is nothing, it is carefree and get carried away. In a trance, I feel that I am slowly changing and fluttering with the light haze in front of me.
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In a daze, I suddenly felt a burning feeling on my face. When I opened my eyes, I found that the shade had somehow converged, and I was completely exposed to the bright sunshine.
I stood up and walked to the shade under the cliff next to me. Leaning against the rock, the white elm's body swayed slightly, and a breeze came from the towering treetops, and I suddenly felt refreshed. I stood in the shade, quietly listening to the unique rhythm of the dense leaves overhead. Occasionally, one or two slender branches suddenly stretch their waist, which naturally and vividly exposes the amazing beauty of the trunk of Ulmus pumila.
I can't tell whether the tree holds the stone or the stone holds the tree. The trunk of Ulmus pumila sticks out from the rock and goes straight into the sky; Two thick roots tightly surround the rock. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of a dark cave in the middle of the rock At the entrance of the cave, the scrawny stone surface is littered with some residual shells of acorns and apricot stones, as well as some broken seeds such as hawthorn. I'm thinking, this is an animal's nest, or a bird's nest, or maybe it's just a station for birds and animals to shelter from the wind and rain.
Suddenly, a touch of green came into my eyes in the dark. In the middle of the cave, on the hard rock, there is a seedling more than half a meter high, and the green leaves add a little vitality to this dark corner. Although it looks a little delicate, her stems are trying to go up and her leaves are trying to relax. At the right moment, a beam of sunlight came straight down from the crack in the top of the head. A spot the size of a coin just fell on the green leaves, crystal clear. Those two open leaves, like two delicate little hands, happily accept this meter of sunshine.
Time seems to stagnate at this moment, and the breath holds its breath at this moment. Here is just a group of auspicious lights and spirits, here is just a quiet corner, there is also a warmth, a strength, a hope and a touch of fragrance. After a while, the only light disappeared and the cave was gloomy again. But the seedlings are still green and bright.
I just feel strange, where did this seedling come from? Are the new buds from the roots of elm trees extending to the rocks?
Faced with tenacious life, my heart is always full of piety and respect. I slowly approached. It turns out that this is a budding new life, whether it is wild apricot, hawthorn or oak. I dare not make a definite decision. However, it is undeniable that there was once a seed that was blown off by the wind, fell off a rock, or escaped from the mouths of birds and animals for the rest of my life. It was in such a place that she got an opportunity. So, what kind of power prompted her to grow up hard?
I leaned down and saw the light on the top through a crack the size of a fist. The sun has set in the west and can't shine here. Only when it is near noon can the sun shine in. It is this ray of sunshine, an elusive and fleeting light that brings her warmth, hope, confidence and strength.
Actually, it's exactly the same A remote corner, a handful of barren soil, a little stingy dew, a meter of sunshine, this seed will be lucky to take root and sprout, and out of the dark will move towards the light and thrive. Maybe in a few years, this seedling will grow into a towering tree like the tall elm tree next to it.
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This is a pure chance encounter and the best gift. Perhaps, only in leisure time, will there be this leisurely mood; Only a leisurely mood can capture such an opportunity. I just happened to see such a scene and left a very deep impression on me. I have been thinking hard for a long time.
This is a beautiful and warm picture, but also a warm and bright state of life. Life, like this seedling, should be born in the sun, not in prosperity, not in desolation; As long as you have a ray of sunshine, a breeze and a drop of rain and dew, you must strive to grow into what you like.
Because of the sunshine, her life is full of warmth. Because of the sunshine, her life is full of faith. Because of the sunshine, her life is full of strength. Because of the sunshine, her life is no longer dead. Because of the sunshine, her life is no longer rotting. I meditated once again, if my heart is sunny, sadness is meaningless; Time is quiet and time is innocent.