In April, after the Qingming Festival, the weather is clear and bright, and everything is full of life, which makes people always want to go out for a walk.
Walk to the surging spring like the sea, and walk to the vastness of the outside world.
The good wind, with its strength, sent me to the clouds. The kite in the sky flew so high, a few bamboo grates, a thin cloth, it supported the dream of flying high. The east wind is mighty, and it is also necessary to be light in body and mind, in order to overlook the clouds and sky. We dragged our heavy, bloated flesh, and we could only let our hearts fly a little darkly.
The grass and trees on the ground are sprouting, and the leaves are vigorous, almost like a green sea, and the ocean is vast. The green is tender, fresh and youthful, pure and clean enough to remind people of the green onion years that can't go back.
The wheat field is an endless green carpet, the golden rape flowers are inlaid with shiny edges, and the famous and unknown flowers and plants are dotted, the white lambs are buried in the grass, and the ordinary life scenes are generally beautiful.
The wheat has begun to pump, and the long stems of rapeseed are also full of pods. They stand impatiently between heaven and earth, quietly, waiting for time to give meaning.
It turns out that everything that blossoms and bears fruit needs to be contained, nurtured, and self-fulfilled in time.
Also go hiking. The mountain did not look high enough or not large enough, and as soon as people entered, they immediately felt that their small ,—— like a drop of water dripping into the boundless ocean, without a sound.
The wild flowers are blooming in full bloom, one by one, at first glance very ordinary, delicate and detailed, each with its own beauty. The mountain spring flows like a light and sweet singing. There are green algae in the water and swimming fish. Where the rocks are exposed, the coiled and curved roots of the trees on the stones are unobstructed, and they are also shocking, making people sigh how tough and tenacious life is, and how they have tried their best to survive!
There are large butterflies in the mountains, flapping their black wings, silently approaching you, but never falling. Finding a butterfly perched on the large rock next to me, I reached out to catch it, and I managed to catch it. Joyfully wanting to be imprisoned in the bag in his hand, the companion said, let it go, sooner or later the bag will suffocate, what a pity. Thinking about it, I put the butterfly on the stone, but it did not move, thinking it was injured, and then picked it up and threw it into the air, and it actually flew away lightly.
Yes, the butterfly is so fairy and so beautiful, even if I bring it back, drink honey juice and drink dew, what should I take to feed it, or let it fly freely in the mountains and forests.
I saw strange mountain plants, picked pine nuts, pulled out leeks and dandelions, and encountered a section of decaying wood among dead branches and leaves. "It's really rotten wood that can't be carved." Remembering the jokes of my friends, looking at the decaying wood, I felt kind, like seeing my past life and this life. Break it with your hand, and the wood will easily fall to the ground like paper. Sure enough, it can't be carved. Fortunately, there are still fungus on the decaying wood, and if you don't come back one day, you can have a picnic and use it to burn the fire.
There is a big stone in the mountain, the stone surface is relatively wide and flat, the bed is general, and it is very comfortable to lean on. The people who were with me looked down for mountain leeks, afraid that I would not be able to figure out the leeks and weeds, so I just looked at the flowers and played with them at will. In this way, lying on a big stone, looking up at the verdant mountains and trees, butterflies flying, reminding people that Sun Wukong, who did not make a big fuss in front of the Heavenly Palace, lived such a spontaneous and free life in Huaguo Mountain.
The harvest is not small, pulling out so many leeks. They said. I smiled and thought to myself, in fact, if you can't pull out the leeks, there are many gains.
This journey of life, not necessarily to do anything to set a utilitarian goal, such as pulling leeks, if you can't meet, or pull out not much, it seems to be a waste of this trip, only leeks in your heart. But those who do not have leeks in their hearts have harvested the beautiful scenery of the mountains, and all encounters have become beautiful accidents.
We go down the mountain, and someone is going up the mountain, just like the road of life, coming and going, jagged. A little girl took the bubble water, blew it as she walked, and behind her, a string of colorful soap bubbles floated up, so big and so round, spinning rapidly, and shining strange light in the sun. I reached out to pick it up, like touching a rainbow.
Even if it will be broken, it will be a beautiful encounter.
How many beautiful accidents will there be in life? Spring is just right, the future can be expected, just go forward.