May Our Hearts Remain Ever Blooming

It's rare to see jasmine blooming so spectacularly. The jasmine, close at hand, seemed to be playfully arranging its fragrance, a slight wish of not being discovered, lingering nearby. In the distance, one could not see the endpoint of the jasmine's bloom. The jasmine's delicate fragrance flowed through the air, like a series of laughter, continuously spreading, infiltrating people's hearts. The pale yellow petals shimmered with droplets of water; upon closer inspection, one realized they were the footprints left by the morning dew, particularly beautiful in the sunlight, silently letting this beauty flow into the world, echoing through the mountains.

Here, every jasmine plant and every flower is as if the yellow has been immersed in white, as if the yellow had drunk itself in the white. Each flower is like a small pouch, containing wisdom and dreams. I longed to open it to savor the mysteries of the world, but I don't have a habit of picking flowers; I just want it to remain open.

The beauty of the flowers washed away my grievances toward the world, as if I were standing in the flowers, the wind pushing the flowers, and the flowers pushing me; unconsciously, sadness was gently carried away, and then, it simply walked away and never returned.

I couldn't help but think of the jasmine at home, which stubbornly refused to be ordinary and still withered eventually. Others said it couldn't be saved, but I never gave up, I tended to it every day, and one day it bloomed again, opening up the source of life, isn't that the beauty of the world? If I had given up on it, it wouldn't have given up on its tiny details of life.

Just as Zong Pu wrote: 'Flowers and people will encounter various misfortunes, but the river of life is boundless.'

May everyone always have flowers blooming in their hearts.