It is always after a certain period of time that we suddenly marvel at how quickly time passes, as if the cycle of the four seasons only happens in an instant. And this is just an illusion of ours, many times, a lot of details, a lot of processes, has been in a state of being ignored and ignored by us.
Since last year, I have been going around the peony garden almost every day, and I want to try to understand the state of a peony, or a peony in a garden, or a few years. In fact, it is difficult to do. Some time ago, the temperature had been very low, and the buds of the peony were dry and shrinking between the leaf axils, and I had to lean down and get as close as possible to see them clearly. In the past two days, the temperature has risen significantly, and after the snow, the ice skates hanging on the cliff have almost melted, and the few strings that remain are also thin and short. Today, passing by the sunny place of the peony garden, you can already see that some peony buds are full and swollen, and even some buds have bloomed, and the tender leaves are sticking out of the buds little by little. I went to the peony garden every day, but I didn't find out when they popped out.
Under the dripping cliff, there is a small stream, and the water on the cliff is continuous all year round, and the water in the creek will not stop flowing. Often passing by the creek, you can always hear the sound of clear water. After the snow cooled down, a layer of ice formed in the creek, and the thicker it became. The snow stopped, there was a thick frost every day, and after that, the ice surface was snow-white, and I didn't pay much attention to the past few days. Today, when I walked by the stream, I heard the familiar sound of water again, and the sound seemed to be quieter than usual, without the joy of the past. I stopped by the stream and found that there was still a current under the ice, and when the stream turned, or when I encountered a rock in a stream, some of the stream overflowed the ice, and some of the stream was still under the ice. Beneath the thin layer of ice, there was still running water, and for days I hadn't noticed or cared about it.
In those few days of cooling, every time I went out, I wrapped myself very well, afraid of freezing. The day before yesterday, I went out to run errands, still wrapped myself tightly, walked for a while, felt a little hot, and then released the scarf, at this time I found that the wind blowing on my face had a long-lost warm feeling. So I stood still, looked at the trees around me, and looked at the sun, only to find that the wind direction had changed, not the northwest wind that was common in winter, but the wind blowing from the south, and I didn't feel that the wind had warmed up. Or is it the weather in the number nine, I don't know if the weather changes too quickly, or if I ignore some of the details of the gradient process, or if these changes are done in an instant, and many people have not yet reacted to it.
Yesterday, sitting on the shuttle bus at work, when the car started, looking out of the car window, I suddenly found that on the roof of the opposite building, there was a little residual rose red, which was a trace of light left in the sky when the sun had just set. Think about some time ago, when we left work, the sky outside was already dim, and there were three or three lights in the residential building. Only a few weeks after the winter solstice, I feel that the day seems to be a little longer, and the change of seasons is sometimes difficult to detect, and it is easy for us to ignore.
Recently, I spent two days reading Italo Calvino's The Baron in the Tree. After reading a book in two days, sometimes I feel that the time is too long, sometimes I feel that it takes too little time, what can I get out of a book in such a short period of time? And the book "The Baron in the Tree" may be enough for me in two days. These two days of reading were divided into four paragraphs by me, namely noon and night every day, the noon time was short, and the evening time was longer. I saw a boy's life in a tree, and I saw a boy growing up in a tree. For two days, even sitting on the couch in my office, or at my desk in my study, I felt as if I was following a boy named Cosimo Piovasco di Rondo, my heir to a baron, jumping in trees, reading, hunting, talking, making friends, and even falling in love. Reading, sometimes, is an interesting process, it is gradually changing you, and you are not aware of it.
Two days passed, and I closed The Baron in the Tree, but I remembered the boy. I don't know how long he'll stay in my impression or if he'll affect my future reading, or even my life. But during those two days, he influenced me and made me overlook some of the other interesting things in my life. Maybe after a while, the book, the boy in the book, and some of the things that happened to the boy will be forgotten and ignored by me. Those things that have been ignored may become the past, and the things that I remember and impress today may be ignored by us again one day in the future. Come to think of it, we're always ignoring something.
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Night Reading Columnist/Zhang Tongsheng
Editor/Peach's Death
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