Like Flowers, Life Blooms and Wanes: The Natural Rhythm of Existence
Morning, watching the flowers bloom in the trees, red; evening, watching the flowers fall, the trees are empty;
If you compare flowers to human affairs, flowers and human affairs together;
—Tang Longya
I admire those who come and go by fate, unrestrained and natural, without falling into clichés, without considering the past, and returning to real life.
Remember what someone said:The stream flows down the mountain, not out of intent, nor does the cloud disappear without a heart;A peaceful and serene life is a kind of letting go, not contrived, not boastful, and certainly not pursuing fame and fortune.
Leisurely, I often like to be at a warm and peaceful desk, basking in the sunlight reflected from the window, and slowly reading books; or spread out paper and ink, splashing ink with a brush in the ink fragrance, enjoying the tranquility and fulfillment given by life.
I've always disliked crowds, and my mother often said, ' is like a child picked up from outside, she doesn't resemble me at all.' I used to analyze why I, unlike her, didn't have the gene to sing and dance, and why I was so quiet. Perhaps it was indeed a natural disposition, liking a peaceful and serene life.
I remember when I was a child, my father's bookcase always had a small lock, not for any other reason, just because my two young brothers were too noisy, and used my father's books as toys. I was different; I always had a key to open the lock, and could hide quietly in a quiet corner, quietly nibbling on book after book.
I once cried for Lin Daiyu's sorrow; I was moved by Jiang Jie and Xu Yunfeng's heroic spirit, with surging tides, boiling blood, and even wished to travel back in time to avenge the heroes. I didn't like Jia Mu's Zhen Huan's character, and I was annoyed by her weakness.
However, even though a small hand can't move the adult world, it doesn't hinder my thinking about the characters in the book.
Sometimes people are very strange, often in the depths of memory, they reserve a space for events that have happened for many years, so that those past events can be unearthed from the dust of memory and remembered vividly, but they can easily forget about things happening in the present. Perhaps this is also a normal state of life: when you forget, you forget; when you remember, you remember. Memories can also copy and paste; they can also crash if they store too much information.
Not everyone likes quiet days, but quiet days are suitable for everyone.
In life, leave yourself some tranquility, so that you can carefully consider your life in quiet time. The mundane affairs and past events will pass by here. Don't complain, just think about it lightly. In the quiet time of being alone, fill your restless heart with power, let your open heart bathe in the comfort of the sun, and breathe the fragrance of flowers.Glory is just a dream in the early morning; wealth is like frost in September.
