There has never been a year like this one, longing for spring to bloom.
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Snowy wrote a famous poem: "Winter is coming, and spring will not be far away." In the past, I have felt increasingly fast the passage of time, especially the transition between winter and spring. If I don't go to nature to take a walk, I will be with it and grow old together.
When you finally walk out of the door, basking in the warm sunshine, you suddenly realize that spring has already come, like a tiny star, Lady Pavlova unfolds and expands outward. At this time, you will have a faint sense of melancholy - it won't take long before it disappears.
Therefore, I never need to look forward to spring. However, there has never been a year like this year when I am so eager for spring to bloom, for the sun to shine, and for all things to renew themselves. Even though it is already the beginning of spring, and the delicate pink buds of plum blossoms have already peeked out, I still look forward to the flourishing of flowers, the renewal of all things, and the hope for rain to stop and the sun to shine.
Before the year began, I walked along the riverbank and saw a memory of pink flowers that had bloomed in May in my memory, blooming by the small riverbank in the countryside full of reeds. It was a cold wind, and there was only one bush, blooming proudly in the wind. The soft color gave me a moment of emotion and strength, because this unyielding life force made me feel it was beautiful.
Walking through the fields, I saw the rapeseed flowers emerging, one bush standing out. Soon they would become two, three, or four, and eventually a vast expanse, merging into a sea of yellow. Year after year, this has happened year after year, and every year it evokes a small sense of wonder.
At the end of the field, there were some scattered honeysuckle flowers, adorned among the withered branches and weeds. Not far away, the farmer woman shouted: "Now is the time when there are attractive flowers to see, wait until they bloom in a large area, then it is really beautiful." I didn't disagree, and I thought to myself: "A flower is beautiful in its posture, and a sea of flowers is beautiful in its momentum."
In the afternoon of a certain day after the year, I went out and suddenly saw the apricot blossoms blooming below the building, the branches and flowers scattered and shimmering, and the colors were splashed. Like the apricot rain of last year, it was different, and it was also different. The opium poppies, which should have bloomed in summer, were still blooming at this time, and they were shriveled and silent, with a faint fragrance—this made one think, "How did this world come to be so that the seasons no longer distinguish themselves?"
However, now,
When faced with a major disaster, these inappropriate but brave and courageous flowers cannot provide stable comfort; they don't count, and they cannot give you peace of mind.I have never looked forward to spring like this year, I look forward to the sun shining, and all things to renew themselves.
None of the times seem to have the power to make it happen.
The key is to cherish it when it is there. But people's nature is such: year after year, they miss spring. There has never been a year like this year when I am so eager for spring to bloom, for the sun to shine, and for all things to renew themselves.
Mr. Su's brilliance is well-known, but he also has his own contradictions. Confucianism encourages him to take action and use it to make the world better. Confucianism advises him to let go and pursue peace. In this conflict, he spent his life wandering and searching for the truth of life.At forty-five years old, Su Shi was exiled to Huangzhou (now Huanggang) due to the Wutai Poetry Case. The people of Huangzhou at that time were in dire straits. Su Shi was also rescued from death in Huangzhou.”
Regarding the living environment there, he recorded: "Huangzhou is damp and rainy, and the climate is gloomy." Fish, grain, firewood, and charcoal were cheap, which was suitable for poor people.
The climate is harsh, and he was deprived of his salary. He didn't know any skills to make a living. If he lived alone, he could take refuge in a temple and not starve. But he had a family to support, and his brother Su Zhaocai needed to support a large family.
Since he came, he had to take care of everyone, so Su Shi had to cultivate a home in Huangzhou by himself. Although he was often troubled by hunger and cold, he used this trouble to cultivate himself.It is said that water flows smoothly, but at that time, he also had to deal with things himself. Su Shi felt that it was better to be a recluse and have a quiet life. He thought, "If you can't do anything, it's better to be a recluse." Su Shi thought, "It's better to be a recluse, and to have a quiet life with a lute and a cup of wine and a stream of clouds."This is Su Xian's high-mindedness and openness, which is worth our admiration and learning.
Author Introduction: Jiang Xu, an 80s female writer, a signed author of Ten Point Readings. 'Brewing words to alleviate hunger and poverty, borrow a pen to paint one's thoughts.' Published 'Li Qing Zhao: Wine and poetry, who can share together.' Please click on the top right corner to follow for more
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