"Idle Love"
Author Ice Heart
Recite Zhang Quanling
The sickness god was merciful to me, and gave me the most leisurely and quiet seven days.
Except for the time spent taking medicine several times a day, which is bitter, I don't think there is a moment when I am not immersed in a slight pleasure.
The courtyard was silent, the pillows were cold, and the warm sunlight passed through the reed curtains and shone on the pale yellow walls. Thick tree shadows, swaying in the breeze. From time to time, there are good birds flying outside the window. At this time, everything in the world has been abandoned and isolated, and the room is the universe, and the sound of flowers, shadows, trees, and trees contains wonderful reasoning. It was the most rare time in a year, but unfortunately it was only seven days!
Resting all day, the time limit between sleeping and waking up is not clear. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I feel that the spirit is very complete. Listening to the thunder and thunder to avoid the rain, every time the electric light penetrated, the golden bell flower on the windowsill was lightly reflected on the curtain, and it was quickly erased. And the afterglow is very clearly imprinted on my meninges. I saw a "natural" pale ink painting, and this was the first time.
With permission, they came out at dusk to evacuate. Cool and striking. Between the slow steps, the consciousness is very weak, and the weakness implies an indescribable pleasure. This scene was just like when I was on the sea boat, I didn't remember it at all, it was my mother who told me, everyone was faint, I ignored it, and I walked up to the cabin to see the sea.
From time to time, I felt that I had turned around and had fallen to sit on the deck, thinking that it was fresh and interesting. Every time I sat down, I couldn't stop laughing, and when I was done laughing, I got up again, hoping to fall again. Suddenly, it has been more than ten years, and I don't want to take weakness as a pleasure, and I still haven't changed.
Zhang Quanling
compere
Vice Chairman of the Decibels of Love Aid Project for Deaf Children
Bing Xin is a modern poet, writer, translator and children's writer. Bingxin's prose works are known for their sincerity and elegance, and their emotions are natural. Illness is painful, but in the essay "Idle Feelings", Bing Xin expresses the satisfaction and happiness of "idleness due to illness".
The beauty of life that is close at hand is often ignored by us, and it is no wonder that when the eyes look into the distance and think about the future, where there is a mind to worry about the sound of the current flowers and trees. Only people in pain can live a "living in the present" life in a down-to-earth manner.
Each of us will inevitably have the experience of being sick and uncomfortable, and there are probably not many who can enjoy this rare leisure during the recuperation period like Bingxin. More people may feel the importance of a strong physique, and secretly blame themselves for having been "blessed in the blessings" and doing so many things that hurt the spirit and the body.
Busy may be inevitable, but it is not difficult to be busy, and between the tension of the body and mind, we can appreciate the beauty of life.
Source: Let the decibels of love be loud
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