Text | Zhao Lihong/Recitation | Wang Jianning
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No one can paint his face. But his footsteps can be heard everywhere in the world.
As the rising sun dispelled the remnants of the night, as the setting sun was swallowed up by the hazy horizon, he walked unhurriedly, neither light nor darkness could change the rhythm of his march.
When the buds bloomed their wet petals in the spring breeze, when the baby reported to the world with a loud cry in the delivery room, he walked quietly, laughing and not keeping his steps.
When the dead yellow leaves fluttered and fell in the cold wind, when the dying old man scanned the surrounding heavens and earth with nostalgic eyes, he still walked calmly and silently, and sighing could not make him stop.
He flows through the slit of your fingers.
Slide past the soles of your feet.
Fly from your vision and your mind...
He is a magical and ruthless carving knife that creates miracles between heaven and earth. He can split boulders into dust, carve seedlings into trees, and turn deserts into cities and gardens; of course, he can turn the bustling capital into desolate ruins, and make the polished metal crawl with rust and lose its luster. The wrinkles on the old man's forehead were carved by him, and the red halo on the girl's face was also depicted by him. The reproduction of life and the movement of the world are carefully directed by him.
He tore down one calendar after another on time, turning the future into the present, the present into the past, and the past into more and more distant history.
He was generous. You don't have to beg, it's yours, he's always giving.
He is impartial. Whether you are as powerful as a mountain, a waist full of money, or a cloth coat, two sleeves of fresh wind, he does not discriminate. No one can take him for himself, and even if you throw a thousand dollars, he will never give a minute or a second because of it.
You cherish him, and he grows behind you a shade of green, bearing a heavy fruit.
If you ignore him, he will turn into light smoke and dissipate without a trace.
Sometimes, a momentary moment becomes an eternity, because he has left his footprints deep in people's hearts.
Sometimes, the long years become a moment, because the thick fog and the wind and sand have obliterated his footsteps.
About the Author
Zhao Lihong, writer, vice chairman of the Shanghai Writers Association, author of the prose collection "Life Grass" and "Poetic Soul".
Source: CCTV set
Yu Feng Culture Media
Edit | Zhang Lina
Audit | Zhou Tingting
Shi Yueqi
Zhang Yanwei
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