The lighting at the inventory site is bright. If the sun shines, there will be a little light. Not easy to get old, green as new.
The fog is so thick that the windows are filled. White curtains are wrapped and the vegetation is covered with frost. Si is an elegant room with a bright basin.
A person, looking at the bonsai, under the light, people become scenery, the scenery melts into people, and winter draws spring.
Rational youth said:
Sometimes, people's fate is like this bonsai. In a warm house, the cold wind does not blow and the gas field shines. What remains unchanged is obscurity and conscientious.
Sometimes, people's knowledge is like this bonsai. Although there are predecessors who follow the path, although there are Ming people who order on demand, his knowledge is like a bonsai, which remains unchanged year after year.
Sometimes, people's living environment is like this bonsai. Although the outside environment has deteriorated, I still have no sense of urgency and live silently in an environment that I think is very peaceful.
In fact, sometimes people are this bonsai. He looked at it silently, under the same light, but he couldn't speak silently. The poor man looked at it ridiculously and laughed at himself for drawing his dream under his harsh ideology!
Literary youth said:
Bonsai brings a touch of green to winter, and it can still bathe in the spring breeze without experiencing the cold wind. Therefore, he does not rejoice in things, nor grieve for himself.
The environment in which it lives is bright, and it is not worried about competing for sunshine for light. Very satisfied and happy. His happiness keeps his heart unchanged, and his happiness keeps him young forever.
Although the external environment in which it lives has deteriorated, it should beautify its own small environment. Because this is a valuable persistence, because this is an inexpressible love.
People are accompanied by bonsai, and their body and mind are dissolved in a small green under this eaves. People have become landscapes, and landscapes have become paintings, a painting depicting spring in winter!
I like to think in my spare time, but not long ago I was imagining my life. Suddenly the word bonsai popped up in my mind, and I jumped out inexplicably, stunned. What's going on here? After thinking for a long time, I finally remembered something, probably related to the timeless feeling when I first arrived here yesterday.
I have been longing for nature, with mountains and lakes, mountains and mountains, flowers, insects and fish, birds singing and warblers singing, boating between mountains and rivers and soaring in the breeze. I have to say that such a scene is very attractive, but it can't be satisfied because of the helplessness of reality. I used to want to travel alone, to some inaccessible places, to some primitive natural areas, to appreciate the wonders of nature and to feel the endless changes in the world, but I didn't go after all.
Not long ago, I was annoyed and unhappy, and I wanted to find a time to relax. The sun has set, so it should be a good time. Wandering alone in the afterglow of the sunset, accompanied by the sunset glow, a long oblique shadow crossed the steps, crossed the grass and stopped at the treetops. The low trees, in a pot, still grow luxuriantly, unlike some flowers and plants they planted, which are "sallow and emaciated" and "depressed" all day long and hang their heads. I didn't notice what tree it was, but I thought the flowerpot with it was beautiful, poetic and charming.
I've seen some bonsai before, but I haven't seen it so close. Although the tree is very low, it seems to have experienced many years of wind and rain and vicissitudes. I don't know if it's true or not. I don't know much about the scenery of the basin. I can only judge from the shape and growth, and I don't know what kind of process and how long it will take to achieve this requirement. It may be a year or a lifetime.
I want to use some words to describe this bonsai and then express my love or appreciation for it, but I can't tolerate it. There are also some bonsai around this plant, with different shapes, such as clouds, trees and flowing water. Every bonsai has a specific shape and probably should have a special meaning, otherwise we will be ashamed of these strange and whimsical shapes and the gardener's efforts.
The night came too fast to look at the line of sight. The orange light is always not as good as the infinitely good sunset, and even the mottled shadows are not so clear. Close your eyes and smell the remnants of the sunset. Let's go home.
On the way back, there was a flash of lightning, a crack and a crack in the flowerpot in my mind.