There is a cupboard in the westernmost part of the balcony, in which the clothes changed by the four seasons lie quietly. I put a sofa in the little space left. Whenever I have leisure, I often like to sit on the balcony and read books. Birds are singing outside the window and the wind is rustling. Occasionally, children's frolicking and neighbors' greetings came, but they didn't feel disturbed. On the contrary, they can meditate more, feel their happiness-be able to live in peace with others and keep their peace and leisure alone. Isn't it a kind of happiness?
When it rains, I like to nest myself on the sofa, listen to the ticking of rain on the balcony, feel the flute when raindrops splash on the eaves, appreciate the green grass and trees outside the window, sing songs in the rain, sway happily in the wind and rain, and listen to the sound of trees and crops jointing. At this time, the world was silent, only the sound of rain and soul merged. I felt that I had merged with the sound of rain, falling from the sky and coming with the wind, reaching out my delicate hands, gently touching the faces of pedestrians and kissing the natural charm. Reading in the rain is a luxury for me. The scroll in my hand moistens me, just as the rain moistens everything. Without me, without him, forget me, forget him.
It is more comfortable to sit on the balcony at night. Holding a book in hand, I occasionally look up and look into the distance, and I am used to looking at the clouds in the distant sky. Clouds are rolling, and at this time, they blend on the balcony to complete the most perfect moment in the psychological process. The indifferent state of mind is the realm I have been pursuing, and I have always liked being quiet, interesting and profound. An unattainable hope, an elusive spirituality, is finally, suddenly and even safe on a narrow balcony.
It doesn't matter whether there is a moon at night. The silence of the night clings to your heart. Delusion, in the dark, miss, also spread out in the dark, let those thoughts drift away with the night wind, and the air will be filled with the smell of love. Turn on the light or not, and the beauty of tranquility after the noise and silence will accompany you. Looking at you in the dark, the night wind sends you greetings, and even I can see you looking into my eyes, calm, frank and shining. The neon lights of the opposite high-rise building are always flashing quietly, which seems to tell me that I don't have to be afraid of the dark at night. There are gentle lights in the middle of the night and lights to accompany me to sleep peacefully at night. Its firm posture is saying: as long as the light in your heart is not extinguished, no wind and rain can be extinguished.
My husband likes shaving on the balcony. The first thing to get up every morning is to stand on the balcony, bathe in the morning light, open the window and shave against the cool morning breeze. No affectation, no disguise, bright and natural. This day's life kicked off on the balcony, and my mood shone with golden light like sunshine.
My daughter likes to practice writing on the balcony. Standing, elbows on the ground, stroke by stroke is extremely serious. Father whispered behind him, "just mention this again." Go on ... "The little girl's dignified face showed a sunny smile. Now, she likes drum sets again, but she has no choice but to move out of my favorite sofa and give her a set of drum sets. Listening to her knocking on the balcony for a while, she happily dumped all the songs she had learned, and even happily made up her own lyrics, which made me feel warm. The combination of motion and static, tension and pool, both rigid and flexible, is displayed bit by bit on the balcony.
The stage and balcony are both spaces to show themselves. I meditated on the burden of life on the balcony, strolled about the hardships and beauty of life on the stage, trudged on the stage, covered with moss and silky, and experienced setbacks again and again, and realized the unyielding when I fell and the self-sufficiency when I succeeded on the balcony. On the stage, I am a proud soloist. On the balcony, I am a self-deprecating, self-respecting and conceited person. Material and spirit, society and individual, thus blend with each other, forming an indispensable theme in my life.
The stage of life is much bigger than the balcony. Although the balcony is small, it shows all my life and posture. I perform life on the stage on the balcony, repeat the feelings on the balcony on the stage, perform joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows on the stage, and dance the thoughts on the balcony on the stage.