This story is not really a story, but it is also a confusing experience that I have heard others chat about.
At that time, the man left me a passage saying that in life and in the world, I am destined to encounter joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, anger and delusion for various reasons, no matter what the circumstances, I must insist on some original things in my heart.
I was young at the time, I didn't feel anything, but then I slowly felt a little interesting. Floating like a dream, for the joy of geometry.
As a child I lived on the edge of the city, which is now the suburbs. Of course, the former suburbs are very different from the current suburbs.
At that time, there were a lot of kapok trees near my house. There is a field at the edge of the kapok forest, which was planted only once a year, and the field was full of wildflowers!
Every spring, the kapok trees will bloom, and the pieces of kapok will produce kapok seeds in late spring. Kapok rides the spring breeze and flies to a great distance with kapok wool, then falls to the ground and takes root and sprouts, and then grows into a new kapok tree. Sometimes, in the distant field, a kapok sapling swaying in the lonely wind is suddenly found to be born in this way. Although there is only one plant, it will grow slowly.
During the kapok season, butterflies flutter above the wildflowers in the fields. The common ones are mostly white, and there are fewer yellow butterflies, and the red ones are even less common.
I once asked Grandpa, why are there so few yellow butterflies? Grandpa said that those white butterflies were the butterflies born this year, and the yellow ones were the butterflies that should have been frozen to death the year before, but they insisted on surviving the cold winter, and the white butterflies broke the cocoon again and became yellow butterflies.
When I first heard about the origin of the yellow butterfly, I couldn't help but feel magical. Think again, deep fear. It turned out that butterflies wanted to be beautiful, to experience such ups and downs, so they fell in love with yellow butterflies in their hearts. It is the brave who perseveres so that he can taste the honey of the flowers again.
Later, the city expanded, the suburban fields were built with high-rise buildings, and wildflowers no longer existed. I thought I could witness the growth of that lonely kapok tree, but also turned into a bubble, leaving only those old trees that had been fluttering and spreading kapok, and they were born in the middle of the road.
In the spring, kapok trees still bloom kapok. There are not many households in the new city, but the insects and birds that should have come in the season have disappeared. The new city is exceptionally quiet, especially until midnight, only the kapok breaks the branches, breaks the wind, smashes the ground, and even the sound of kapok rolling on the ground can be clearly heard. The sound of flowers falling is so loud that it seems to shake a person's heart.
The next day, looking at the kapok on the ground, I just think that this should be the end of spring! The kapok trees of the past have never seen such a scene of falling flowers, most of them have formed kapok seeds, sprinkled with the wind to the world, fluttering in the air, landing and growing, but there is no such sound, like the death knell of spring.
Why did kapok that lived in the city leave only the mood of flowering, but without the courage to plant?
Perhaps it is because of the disappearance of that new seedling, or perhaps the environment has changed the original intention of these kapok seeds to fly.
Here on the right path, the sound of breaking the cocoon was heard in the ears, and the yellow butterfly had passed the winter again, and had turned into a red butterfly, looking for spring colors.
And all I'm looking for is one of your concerns.