Watch the sunrise in the morning, enjoy the afterglow in the sunset, and keep a quiet and peaceful state of mind with a faint view of the secular state of mind. In my spare time, I enjoy a cup of fragrant tea, read a book, lie in a meditation environment, and enjoy a leisurely time with silence.
I like summer mornings in the country. When the sky was dim and the smoke had not yet risen, I took a puppy and went to a shady seat outside the village to see the green. Country roads are always refreshing, with neat willows on both sides of the road, and the breeze swaying gently with the wind when passing through the branches.
Leaves flutter like butterfly wings, making a slight rustling sound. Occasionally, a few drops of cool morning dew fall along the veins of leaves and blend into the warm earth. The shade has not yet formed, showing a sense of pride and towering.
The grass under the tree is silent, and it is more lush under the moisture of morning dew. I like grass very much. It was born in the world, but it doesn't compete with flowers. It is as long as the wind and dust, but it can't compare with trees. It clings to a piece of land, grows into a tough character with a humble attitude, guards an Enron, enjoys its own happiness, and silently dresses up the green of the earth with a loving mind.
Wildflowers gradually ended their flowering period. Occasionally, a few buds arrive late, showing a bit of demon burning in the smoky wind, pouring out a faint fragrance, showing playfulness and charm in the convenience of no one competing for favor, attracting bees and butterflies to peck at the core endlessly.
There is a small river around the village, which is still clear. How many years has it been unknown? Listen to the old people, when someone settled here, it has been flowing. After several generations, it still silently accompanied the village.
Remember the pontoon bridge when I was a child? The bridge deck is only more than one meter wide and is made up of several iron plates. People from several villages live on the other side. Whenever they travel, they have to cross this bridge. Every rainy season comes, people on the other side are worried that the river will rise and the bridge will be swallowed up in the next few days, while those children who go to school can only stay at home until the water recedes.
Some brave people groped for the position of the bridge deck by memory and walked in the waist-deep water. In those years, many people lost their lives because of wrong judgment. This pontoon bridge, bearing all the people in one side of the water and soil, is now a huge reinforced concrete bridge, which has relieved the villagers' concerns.
On midsummer nights, the river is always noisy. This is the time for frogs to find a mate. Maybe they are born with big mouths and think they are born singers. They always attract their mates with chaotic calls and disturb the fish and shrimp in the river with different tones of noise. I often swim around to join in the fun and stick my head out to spit a few blisters. On such a night, the floating clouds are a little shy and quietly hide on the other side of the mountain. Only naughty stars try to keep their eyes wide open and whisper unprecedented surprises.
I like to stand on the bridge deck and watch the river flow and listen to the sound of the water being blocked by the pier. You can see fish and shrimp swimming in shallow water. When I was a child, I often invited some friends to touch some fish in the river and take them home for stew. That taste is delicious now. I miss those years very much. Every rainy season, when I go out, the sky is blue and the bridge is flowing. Although there is no bustling fireworks in the city, it has a unique quiet and elegant taste, which always makes people feel extremely open and have a free and easy life.
There is a spacious pond not far from the village. After years of carving, four circles of weeping willows are lined up, and the path paved with bluestone slabs has a pleasant scenery and a unique style. Whenever the lotus is in full bloom, there will be a faint fragrance floating into the village. People also like to gather under the willow trees by the pond in their spare time, talk with a cattail leaf fan and enjoy the lotus while enjoying the cool air.
Such a beautiful swimming pool often attracts many foreign guests to visit, take picnics and have a drink. The night here is always full of poetry and painting, and it is also the place where the old man throws the red line. There are always some boys and girls hiding beside the willow roots or whispering on the stone benches in the gazebo, and sometimes bursts of laughter.
Because the roots are in the countryside, I have always been used to looking back. I miss the black land where I was born and raised, the villagers and the local accent who are sincere and enthusiastic, and blend in with my homesickness. There, you can peel off the coat decorated to match the role, where you can find the inner simplicity without dust, and you can completely remove the heart that has been contaminated by secular dust.
Everyone has a truth in his heart, but he just needs a piece of pure land to nourish him. When we sow the seeds of kindness in warm land, we will be full of warmth and sincerity along the way. This is a trip, no matter how complicated the journey is, you should leave a harbor for your soul and don't forget the way home. ...