February Trivia
Wang Linzu
After the sand and dust had converged for nearly half a year, yesterday I came to visit the land in the north. I was busy in the office, and when I was about to leave work, I looked out the window and saw that the weather outside had changed and was yellow. This is the first dust of the spring. The weather heats up quickly, at noon, people feel hot and sweaty, some children even wear short sleeves, the days seem to advance for several months at once, and summer is coming.
The clouds seemed to have traveled far and forgot to return. The dove's loud voice is transmitted in the air from time to time. The sting had only passed, but the worms under the ground, like me, did not hear the thunder. They should have opened the door early, but were just waiting for the solar terms to be determined. The epidemic is like a sinister demon, waiting for an opportunity to harm. Elm plums have not yet budded, they have accumulated the strength of the whole winter, perhaps waiting for an invitation from a spring rain. This is the early spring of February in the north.
Living in caution and blandness requires something that changes the mind. Everywhere is scanning the code to check the epidemic. Two nights ago, after dinner, I went downstairs for a walk, in the courtyard, only the middle-aged and elderly people who could not stay idle at home, walking under the street lamp in threes and threes, their pace was not fast, while walking and chatting. The pond had dried up for a winter, with only large chunks of bare stones, and a thick layer of yellow dust beneath it. From winter to now, they have been trampled and touched thousands of times by children. Only the three bluestone bridges across the pond have preserved countless memories of the years. I am on top of it, counting the days, greeting the spring and autumn, collecting the memories of the years.
These few nights, a round of winding moon is very clear, golden and yellow, evoking my infinite thoughts. At the same time, I was rewriting my memories. Under its remote companionship, I could not bear to leave for a long time. I was immersed in memories, based on reality, and the years did not throw me directly into the mud or the ground, and my spirit still stood. Under the hazy moon, I felt like a huge flowing form that constantly carried memories and thoughts, and the soul spirit of man never died. The two tall sycamores next to me are also always remembering and looking forward to, the difference is that it hides the moon, but I am chasing. But I also need the spiritual comfort of the month. Just the same implication.
The drought of winter deprives people of many of their right to think. That night, I went for a walk in the center of the Golden City, and on the square, it was a grand gathering of square dances, and the music went straight into the hearts of the people, and they interpreted their understanding of life with sweat and music. I walked for a long time, but in this open clearing, the only thing I didn't notice was the moon, the dazzling lights of the city, perhaps making it ashamed of itself.
Busy days, let people like a non-stop spinning top, even the mind is thrown away, himself is like a bare axis, wear or not, only the heart knows, sometimes it is too eager to rest, and afraid of rest, it is not willing to let itself live as an empty shell, has been trying to retain the right to think. Time is an invisible engraving machine that removes the tediousness and worldliness of the soul.
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About the Author:
Wang Linzu, a native of Gansu. Secondary school teacher. Loves writing, music. He has published more than 100 essays, poems and essays, with more than 400,000 words. His works have appeared in China Prose Network, New Yangtze River Literature, WeiwenMei Journal, Qilu Literature, Northwest Literature, Qinling Literature, Lanyuan Literature, Writers Station, Southern Cantonese Writers, etc. The pen never quits. He has won many awards in the competition. I like to learn and pursue the truth, goodness and beauty in the depths of my soul.