If the Cloud Knows
I became what when writing essays,The sky was drizzling with light snowflakes, it was so good, the snowflakes fell on the body, turning into a drizzle, dripping on the palm, then into a cloud.
Standing in the courtyard, it was quiet and serene all around, which was what I most longed for. If there was noise, I wouldn't furrow my brows, because I knew that as long as I had empty hands and a tranquil heart, I could write piece after piece of cherished essays.
Every time an essay collection was published, I became a cloud. At that time, I was very relaxed and loose, without a trace of distraction, and very light and delicate, like a feather, dancing freely in the air, and very soft, like a baby, lying in my mother's arms.
I yearn for days like clouds,When I yearn for clouds, there is no bondage, no entanglement, the heart is like water, quietly drifting in the sky. My emotions are all soft and relaxed, like threads falling from a sweater, all spread out, held in my hands, soft to the point of absurdity. I enjoy writing essays, with my chin slightly raised, parallel to the ground, with a radiant expression, as if doing something extremely happy and joyful. I intend to spend my life with words, and when I am happy, my words are also full of smiles. I am sad, and my words are like my children, full of tears, understanding and comforting my pain.
I often wake up late at night and quietly wake my child up, tucking him in, putting on his clothes and sitting down. I open a lamp and do it myself, and I'm perfectly satisfied as long as I can write. I have so little time for myself, and all my personal time is at night. I write towards the dim light, expressing my love for words, my love for life, my love for existence, and my love for the surrounding environment.
In the early morning light gradually seeps through the curtains, I rub my eyes and tell myself that I can still hold my child for a while. I'm so persistent, just to embrace life intensely, but if I burn too fiercely, I won't last long, right?,I love clouds as if my life depends on it,I had to change my strategy, as long as I could, I would turn myself into a cloud. I stretched out my arms in the sky, and then I didn't have a body, a faint, cloud-like existence, gently caressing the traces in the sky, without rushing to think about long novels, without rushing to compete with time to write essays. Before, I had already written two long online novels, and every day I thought about updating, which inevitably made me impatient. Later I realized that this platform allows me to record my insights, my feelings, and my life, just like a bird flying across the sky. It's a fleeting visit, and it doesn't matter.
In life, it's hard for me to be a cloud all the time, I can only occasionally become what I'm thinking of in my heart. I don't have much ambition, I'm easily satisfied, my heart is small, and I often forget that I have a heart. I often find that I'm just living without a clear intention, living with a cheerful expression on my face.
When I transform into a cloud, it can be big or small, sometimes lying down, sometimes standing up, sometimes rushing east and west, transforming into nothingness, which is what I like. Because at this time, I have perfectly shaped myself, and as soon as I touch the pen, I can create many lively and brisk essays, linked together into musical notes, composing the songs in my heart. I can't sing, but I can understand the melody, and it's the most beautiful song in my heart,I often pursue the essence of essays, sometimes finding it, sometimes not finding it, and I don't get discouraged, because the road to enlightenment is long and distant, and I will continue to explore,Writing essays is a process of self-cultivation, transforming myself into a soft cloud is also a process of self-cultivation. I often stand at the window, my feet on a cushion, praying to soften my body and soul. I often suddenly feel, 'I'm getting lighter, lighter into the clouds, flying and flying, my consciousness gradually dissipated, I am a cloud, constantly changing in form, feeling the beauty of softness',Education is like a cloud pushing another cloud. I think anyone who defines education is a poet, and also a lover of essays. Education doesn't necessarily have to be achieved in schools, it can also be achieved in society, in life, and in communication with oneself, and through self-cultivation. It's also completed through education,I remember when I was a child, I watched Qiao Ba Lai's tear-jerking drama, and her writing was full of poetry, even the female owner who was chopping vegetables and cooking was like a fairy, at that time I thought life was like this, but as I grew up, I realized that even if life is just a mess of chicken feathers, you still need a little romantic sentiment, otherwise, if you are trapped in the burden of life, you will forget your original intentions,I have a flower, in the dust, I came and went, flowers fall, people leave, but the flower warmed me, and I also gave the flower a hug and affirmation. I like cloud-like flowers, with a light fragrance, if it's longer, it can bring me into my dreams, I'll lie on the clouds and never wake up, flowers and people will never wake up, I am a girl who grew up between clouds and water, wearing a long white dress, her skirt used to flutter, I came to the cloud, becoming a cloud with a rose fragrance, transparent…
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