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Garden
□ Li Aihong / Wen
There is really no beauty, the walls are empty, the roof is sunken, few people come, except for the occasional children who pass by school, I am probably the one who often patronizes here.
Whenever the eyes are tired in class preparation, the spirit of class is tired, and the high-frequency work is not good, there is a voice reminder in the subconscious: rest for a while, go out for a walk.
In a minute, we arrived at the south bank opposite the school, which is a natural village in our village, which is called the south bank because of its location. The school is separated from it by a ditch, which is dry in spring and winter, overgrown with weeds, and naturally forms a wide old waterway in summer and autumn due to the rise and fall of rain. There are wild locusts breeding on the banks of the ditch, except for the fragrant april, people picking locust flowers, and a brief bustle, other seasons and wildflowers and wild grasses without origin are self-extinct, and they are endless. Artemisia and thorns expand their territory uncontrolledly, even if the flood soaks for several months during the flood season, once the flood recedes, they spread like a rising tide, and if nothing happens, it is impossible to see the weakness of the flood when it is not at its peak.
A uphill, on the left side of a small temple closed all year round, green trees and red walls dewa, quiet and warm, slowly wearing away the cold and summer; the newly opened small irregular fields on both sides of the road, just planted some time ago sweet potato seedlings, small body support, spirited; just in front of a side-by-side elm tree and locust tree, elm money yellow, locust flower white, once was a hunger lifesaver, and now it is a rare wild game that people taste, women in threes and twos, basket bags, climbing high and low in the warm spring light, the taste of spring is stored in the children's memories, Derive nostalgia that cannot be erased.
I never went into the village, just stood at the entrance of the village, looking back at my campus, there were faint children reading, children's voices, I indulged in the quiet of this noisy edge, enjoying the feeling of time slowly flowing from the bottom of my heart, remembering Haizi's "living in this precious human world, human beings and plants are as happy, love is as happy as rain." "During the epidemic period, in the time and space where mobility is restricted, we are anxious, we are dazed, we go with the flow, but we must see the beautiful, get out of the spiritual barrier, to fear nature, love life, enjoy life; at the same time, we must learn to suppress desire and greed, living is just a porridge and a meal with our families, a room of fireworks, we can't see the moon and stars during the day, and the distant places that are too hurried to experience the warmth of the small pieces under the eyes."
The spring breeze in the north is so sensual, the air is full of the sweet fragrance of locust flowers and tung tree flowers, I still walk along the old road, I know that the bush of wormwood is an inch higher today, the dandelions will be far away from the wind in a few days, the mint grass in the corner is much more vigorous than last year, the leaves of the two small jujube trees are tender green, I think it is time to hang dates this year, coriander is in the seed, leeks have been cut the second stubble, spring corn has just sprouted new shoots, the abandoned redstone mills and stone mills in the wood-mottled courtyard... Accustomed to the planned large and small gardens in the city, I prefer this kind of mixed and vigorous existence, where every life is unrestrained and dignified.
Deep in the tall tsubaki tree came the cuckoo's cooing, now the silkworm is not old, the wheat is not yellow, its call is short and lazy, wait until the wheat is shown, before and after the mango planting, the four cuckoos that are far away and slightly sad "quickly cut the wheat, quickly sow the valley" four once-in-a-lifetime cries, always remind me of Grandma's white hair, Grandma's song. The accumulated dust of the lungs, all in the vomiting of all things, gradually dissolves, and the healing power of nature is so magical and moving.
"As soon as the creek in front of the door starts, I will look at the five lakes." The flesh or stagnation, the soul can travel far, the situation is created by the heart, when the dust is obstructed, when the noise disturbs the ears, find a pure land, find a tranquility, have a moment of leisure, bear what should be endured, be good at forgetting suffering and unhappiness, easy to satisfy, learn to be content, stay for all encounters, free and casual, is the meaning of living.
The bell rings, there is my duty and mission there, and it's time for me to go back.