Column | Qinling Notes - One Leaf, One World

I sat cross-legged against a leaf.

The leaves rest on my hands, and I am in the middle of a small forest, in a narrow ravine, wrapped in dense, continuous mountains, and above the mountains is an endless, vast sky.

This leaf, very ordinary, ordinary like other leaves, mixed with other leaves, can no longer be found.

While walking through the woods, there were branches that pierced my palm, causing a faint slight pain, and when I opened my palm to look, the leaf fell in my palm. I don't know whether it inadvertently landed in my palm by itself or whether the wind sent it into my palm. All I know is that when it landed in my palm, there was a subtle connection between us.

Like two winds meeting, like two drops of water meeting. Everything seems to be accidental, and everything seems to be not accidental.

On the pale green leaves, the dense veins of the leaves extend, some protruding, some inverted, interlaced with each other, messy and neat. The shallow veins of the leaves make the small leaves rich and layered.

Leaves are the first to perceive spring. When the ice and snow have not completely melted and the air is slightly warm, it protrudes from the branches, at first a tiny point, then expands, then blooms, and then stretches with the extension of the leaf veins. A leaf can't dress up spring, and when many leaves stretch out on the branches, spring arrives. A leaf is pale green, and many leaves are clustered together and reflected together to become a thick green, making spring bright and dazzling.

Every leaf grows toward the sky, and although the sky is too high to be touched, the leaves grow toward the sky, clear and bright. As long as it is in the direction of the sky, the leaves are happy, happy.

Every leaf grows toward the sun, and although the sun's heat will cause burning pain, the leaves still grow towards the sun, growing crystal clearly, and absorbing the light and warmth of the sun, integrating the sun into their own lives. As long as it is in the direction of the sun, the leaves are vigorous and high.

Leaves are not dependent on branches. Each leaf is an independent life, existing in its own unique form. Each leaf vein records the wind and rain and memories experienced by the leaf, and each leaf has its own unique vein.

Many of the leaves grow together, blend with each other, and blend together. In a thick green, you can't tell how many leaves are growing, they have melted into this thick green. When your eyes take away from a leaf, you can no longer find it in a thick green. Because they seem so harmonious, so consistent, only they know their own uniqueness and difference, they insist on their own uniqueness and difference, but never show it. Integrate in independence, and be independent in integration.

As many leaves as there are leaves, there are as many lives as there are. In the sense of nature, the life of a leaf is equal to the life of a great tree, the life of a river, and they have only superficial differences.

Leaves do not feel humble because of their smallness, but only know that they exist and grow according to their true nature. Every life carries a world, and the vastness and narrowness of this world are determined not by the appearance or form of life, but by the will of life. The world carried by a leaf is sometimes much larger and grander than the world carried by a towering tree.

People often linger on the brilliance of flowers, ignore the green of leaves, ignore that green is the root is the soul, is the most primitive essence of life. There is no quiet green, no thick green, the world will be desolate and silent. Flowers are born with leaves, it is the green of the leaves that give birth to the brilliance of the flowers, and it is the green of the leaves that makes the flowers stand out.

Trees can not flower, but they cannot have no leaves. Without flowering, the trees are still growing tall and tall. The absence of leaves often means that the life of the tree is gone. Flowers are the life of the tree gorgeous bloom, leaves are the life of the tree tenacious existence.

Flowers bloom without menstruation. Although the flowers are brilliant, they do not have the longevity of the leaves. The red is only for a moment, and the beauty of the flowers often contains sorrow and sadness. The leaves were so green, silently green, long green. There are flowers that have not experienced four seasons, but there are leaves that have experienced four seasons.

The flowers bloom and can't help but frost. Although the flowers are delicate, they do not have the tenacity of the leaves. A wisp of wind, a shower of rain, a slight touch, can make the petals drift and the buds break. After experiencing wind and rain, the leaves became more emerald and brighter. You can reach out and touch it, feel the emerald green and brightness, without worrying about it withering and ruining.

The brilliance of the flowers is flashy and dazzling. The green of the leaves is the green that goes deep into the bone marrow and touches the soul. Because this green is full of the tenacious breath of life. The brilliance of flowers is the brilliance of competing to bloom and you compete for me. The green of the leaves is the green that insists on doing one's own good job.

Standing on the branches, in the seemingly monotonous landscape, the leaves feel the whole world.

When the butterfly falls on the leaf, the leaf feels the fragrance of the flower from the butterfly's tentacles; when the spider forms a web on the edge of the leaf, the leaf feels the transparent flexibility from the fine spider silk; when the cicada chirps between the branches, the leaf feels the melody of happiness from the clear and loud song.

When the sunlight falls on the leaves, the leaves try to stretch out, let the sunlight penetrate around the body, feel the eternal burning power of the sun in the dazzling warmth, let this eternal burning force penetrate every leaf vein, brighten themselves, and brighten the surroundings. When countless blades shine together, the whole world shines.

When the clouds cast the shadow on the leaves, the leaves fell asleep under the protection of the shadows, feeling a gentle and pleasant comfort in a deep dream, and smiling unconsciously in this comfort. The clouds drift in the sky, the leaves drift slowly on the branches, they are entering the same dream. In this dream, there are only clouds and leaves.

When the wind quietly passed by the leaves, the leaves felt this light footstep, from the breath of the wind, they heard the fierce wind of the desert wind, the jingle of camel bells, the high-fives and songs of the Gonggong, the waterfall flowing down, the birds of warblers, and the cries of wolves in the wilderness.

When raindrops fall on the leaves, the leaves feel the loneliness and bitterness of the sea in the rough waves from the slight cold.

Late autumn, a clear day, the sky is blue and high. Beneath the sky was a majestic, mountain ridge, and in a narrow ravine between the mountains, in a small but lush, vibrant forest, I was facing a leaf, a leaf in my palm, a leaf that looked like other leaves.

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