Essays | The Hanxue Chapter: In the Mountain Retreat, Fallen Linden Blossoms
The linden blossoms have fallen, Qingming Festival is coming soon.
—Epilogue
It's just a few days until Qingming. Today, while strolling down the street, I suddenly saw a few scattered linden blossoms, which made me think of the poem by Yuan Zhen, '.' It's a pity there's no moon during the day, but that sense of melancholy is even more profound than before. Qingming is really approaching.I remember when I was a child, besides Qingming, we also celebrated Hanshu. My grandmother once said, '.'So, I would use dough to mold little swallows, or a big swallow carrying a small swallow, and then stick a red ribbon on the swallow's belly, hanging them on the walls with thorny branches. Occasionally, when a gentle breeze blows, it seems like the swallows are actually flying.
Now, I've been away from home for too long, my grandmother and parents are also not around. Qingming has a special significance for me, it's just a familiar yet unfamiliar journey home, and a pile of mixed feelings. Sometimes, human emotions are strangely inexplicable. Suddenly, you remember something, and then, you want to cry, and you feel like you can't persevere.
Life is difficult, and everyone experiences this. But there are things in life that we must hold onto.
Like Qingming, the same festival, under different interpretations, can evoke different feelings. I once read a saying, '.'It's the beginning of the twenty-four floral messages carried by the wind, and also a year's hopeful anticipation. No matter how much we cherish the past, it's gone. Let it go. Let go of the definition of others, it's also about letting go of yourself. Whether it's love or family, it's the same.
Jealousy and resentment are all poison; let go of all attachments, and there's no need to dwell on anything. Everything comes and goes like a breeze, swirling and fluctuating. Birth and death are a cycle of emotions, filled with joy and sorrow. When you see purity, all the worldly attachments dissipate, and when you clear your mind, you see clarity.
Thoughts may be mistaken, but it's the intention that matters. Even if you trouble others excessively, what else can you do besides adding to their distress?
Even if it's like a flickering lamplight, memories are your most precious and indelible treasure. Is that enough? In such a serene night, quietly think of them, quietly sleep. Tomorrow is a new day, everything will be alright.
