A Shanghai friend who works as a gold-collar beauty in a high-end office building told me that she often fantasizes about having a forest hut, where there are tall and low trees and flowers that settle with encounters, where the moonlight enters through the window and birdsong follow the morning light; when thirsty, drink a mountain spring water, pick up a few fruits in the forest; look up at a leisurely white cloud, can gaze at a butterfly that rejoices alone, can admire a group of ants who forget their busyness, and can also silently stare at a sunset...
I said: You are living in a bustling city, and you are fascinated by the fragrance of grass and trees in the mountains. She replied: "I would like to compare myself with flowers and birds to see who is more affectionate." This sentence touched my heart. A woman who is willing to be more affectionate with flowers and birds must have a heart for beauty, and must know how to live a simple life into poetry, right?
I couldn't help but think of an interesting thing I had read: Yao Guangxiao, the young master of the Ming Dynasty, went to Suzhou Xishan to visit his reclusive friend Wang Bin, and when he saw that his residence was surrounded by empty space, the narrow path was dense with grass, and the moss marks on the stones were thick, he couldn't help but sigh: "Lonely empty mountain, why can you live for a long time?" Wang Bin was comfortable: "Amorous flowers and birds, refusing to release people." ”
Are those flowers and birds clinging to each other, or is the amorous Wang Bin in the poetry scroll and unwilling to leave? There seems to be no need for a definitive answer. At this moment, as long as you don't get tired of looking at each other, it is a good time worth cherishing.
That summer, in the Hulunbuir grassland, I met a photographer dressed in plain clothes. He wears an ordinary straw hat, carries a handsome SLR camera, shoots flowers, shoots grass, shoots birds, photographs slowly moving sheep, silent yurts, tourists on the grassland...
He said excitedly: "So much beauty, constantly breaking into my lens, like an amorous old friend." ”
"They're all talking to you with their hearts and lungs?" I teased him.
"Well, of course, they're affectionate, and I'm more affectionate than them." In his hearty laughter, there was a little envy of pride.
I know he was a star entrepreneur. Ask him how he made his money that year? He said very seriously: "Do your favorite project, devote yourself to it like a lover, and the good results will come naturally." ”
It was the first time I had heard of such a wonderful business strategy, and I was first surprised and then secretly admired. The things that make money are so interesting, it is no wonder that he can turn around freely, swim around with great interest, and be happy to see the mountains and rivers, enjoy the flowers, birds, fish and insects, and listen to the babbling of the stream.
That night, we sat in the white moonlight, watching the fireflies patrolling the grass, saying nothing to each other, but there was an unconcealed joy in their eyes.
One cold spring season, I strolled along the riverbank, and suddenly saw two small birds standing on a withered branch, they chirped to each other, it seemed that a love was happening, so you love me, it is really a warm scenery.
I quickly picked up my phone and shared the picture in front of me with my friends. She was sorting through the clutter in her office: reluctant to throw away the withered flower, and leaving it quietly in another bottle, like a small poem from many years ago, standing there without saying a word, but still reflecting the sentimentality of the years.
"And more affectionate than flowers and birds." A sentence slipped into my heart, instantly stirring in my heart, and the days in front of me were suddenly beautiful.
Text: A leaf Zhichun, original title: "And with flowers and birds than amorous"
Source: Pin Reading, No. 4, 2022
Editor-in-charge: Zhang Chu Tian Wen (intern) | Proofreader: Huang Chenxi (Intern)