The morning light behind the mountains
It was nearly a decade, a morning when I got up so early and wasn't tired.
When I first got up, the house was pitch black. Looking out of the window, the black pressure is oppressive, the world is still sleeping, the snoring is so sweet that it doesn't even turn over. There are only a few screams of early bird that let you know that everything alive is on hold.
The kung fu of burning water came out, and the sky lit up, a circle of red, and the sky above the top was already open, and there was a little blue in the ash, and there was not even a cloud. Those seemingly small wisps of clouds gathered in the sky, as if to facilitate some of the morning sun colors. The birds began to intensify, one after another, boiling all night long. From the lychees of the back mountain, from a lonely garden hut, a few chicken whistles were heard, which is one of the few rural memories of Nansha that has gradually urbanized. But just these few chicken cries kicked off the day's fireworks.
There were footsteps downstairs. Older adults who dozed less began their early workouts. The sound of spatula hitting was heard from the opposite window. The whining of the car engine was faintly heard. The cleaners in the community are sorting out the garbage cans, and the sound of ping-pong ping-pong is exceptionally crisp. These sounds, which can usually be called noisy, do not sound harsh at this time, as if they come from a long distance, with a bit of hazy drowsiness and some stretching.
How many years have I not gotten up so early! In the past, when I went out to travel, I used to get up at 5:00 a.m. to catch the car, but it was not this kind of sleepy enough to get up early. I went to bed at 9:00 p.m. last night. In the past, when I was not in good health, I slept at 9:00 or so, but this kind of spirit after getting up was rare.
In the past month since I wrote, I have floated in confusion and groped in the dark. Yesterday, because I was too tired, I only wrote a short paragraph, and I felt that I had not completed the task I had set in mind. But the tiredness of my body made me snore and fall asleep. In my dreams, I was still planning my writing, and I actually caught a flash of inspiration for the confusion of the day. So I woke up like that, at 5:00 a.m., thinking of making up for the task I left yesterday, and some thoughts stirring in my heart, so I jumped out of bed, feeling as if I was only 30 years old, full of energy!
Looking back on the sluggish state of the past ten years, today I am not healthier than ever, I am definitely older than ever, but at this moment my heart is full of momentum and full of fighting spirit. I used to wake up a little earlier and I would feel tired and depressed. But now that I've been up for almost two hours, I feel refreshed and refreshed.
It turns out that the pursuit can make people rejuvenate. The satisfaction of dreams in the heart is so magical!
I'm thankful that I was born again when I was 50.
Last night, in a drowsy haze, I found a general direction for my writing efforts.
That sense of clarity of purpose is so good, like a clear sky at the crack of dawn.
Please pay attention to me, please spur me on, accompany me all the way to the dream!
I'll keep trying to keep going, in that direction that was just determined.