Mind's Clarity Sees Flowers Bloom (Essays)
Yesterday's southeast wind rose again, and it was already the spring equinox without knowing it. Although this late spring is a little late, it is still spring. Stepping out of the dusty door, instead of seeing the scenery of the river and shore with a profusion of flowers, I saw a rain of torrential rain, and everything was rippling with ripples…
Rain, wet the common people, moisturized the soul. I stood quietly under a rain shadow, gazing at the drifting, agile rain, and my heart was once again immersed in the words carried by the wind. It couldn't help but remind me of 'Last year on this day, in this doorway, faces of people and peach blossoms are reflected in each other's beauty. Faces of people don't know where they're going, the peach blossoms still smile at the spring wind.' Indeed, the peach blossoms still smile at spring. Then, where is the person? Where are you?
My heart is empty as silk, but the wind has disrupted my mood. Listening to the distant wind, like the ancient rhythm of a zither, it is a beautiful state when the heart blooms. I know that life is like this, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent. Do you feel this beautiful state in the city in your heart at this moment? Perhaps only in the silent wilderness can you see your face smiling with a lute.
It's hard to settle, the evening chill brings a translucent frost to the heart. After countless voyages, in the vast sea of people, you are still a constant in my writing. The dialogue between words and words integrates with the communication of the soul, and achieves the simplest and most moving chapter in language. I want to use my clumsy pen and silly companion to take you out of the depths of the soul's dream hall.
Rain falls like snow, wind like flying sand. Once, a flower bloomed fleetingly, disappearing like a forgotten place on the shores of eternity, a season of tea leaves, a whiff of fragrance. I really want to kiss that fleeting moment.
In this most evocative season, whether it's the wind or rain, whether it's willows or peach blossoms, it always lets you enter a gentle tremor. At this time, I like to quietly be a passerby in her words, quietly enter, and then slightly leave. Leaving her words and entering the reality of rain and mist, the heart is pure and sees the flowers bloom…
The rain falls like snow, the wind like flying sand. Once, a flower bloomed fleetingly, disappearing like a forgotten place on the shores of eternity, a season of tea leaves, a whiff of fragrance. I really want to kiss that fleeting moment.
In this most evocative season, whether it's the wind or rain, whether it's willows or peach blossoms, it always lets you enter a gentle tremor. At this time, I like to quietly be a passerby in her words, quietly enter, and then slightly leave. Leaving her words and entering the reality of rain and mist, the heart is pure and sees the flowers bloom…
The rain falls like snow, the wind like flying sand. Once, a flower bloomed fleetingly, disappearing like a forgotten place on the shores of eternity, a season of tea leaves, a whiff of fragrance. I really want to kiss that fleeting moment.
