Looking back·The Sophora japonica is blooming
For several days in a row, worries have been clinging to me like cobwebs - it’s time to take the promotion exam again. My mind was filled with homework, and I was dumbfounded. It was right to lower my head and think about it: books are originally made of wood. If there are too many, it will naturally become like this.
Walking in the sunshine, my feelings began to revive: the street was warm, everything around me was so fresh and beautiful, as if I was a baby who had just come to this world - at this time, think about myself What a genius. The baby, indeed the baby who had just landed, was breathing heavily...
Suddenly, I froze there. I could clearly smell a hint of fragrance in my nostrils. It was faint, but full of the desire to expand, spreading everywhere.
Astonished, I looked around. The locust trees beside the road are covered with layers of flowers: the low ones can be touched by standing on the wall, and the high ones can only be looked up at; the open ones are holding the flower sacs, and the fragrance is spreading. The ones that are not open are still soaking in the sunshine, brewing hard, brewing.
Yes, the locust flowers are blooming. It seems like yesterday that I discovered the first new green grass this year. My heart couldn't help but tremble: time flows by us inadvertently, without stopping, without looking back. Flowers bloom and fall, grass and trees flourish and wither, and in the long journey of life, how many times have you stopped to admire the blooming flowers around you? On the one-way street of life, have you ever paid attention to the scenery passing by outside the car window? Weren't you still anxious about the exam just now?
There cannot be only asceticism in life.
Because it would be so sad to pick the flowers that bloomed in the morning in the evening!