Listen to the breath of the flowers
Text/Liu Yan
I often recall many years ago, when I was just at work, alone in a school in a ruined temple in the mountains, after the students finished school, I grabbed a book, lying in the grass on the hillside behind the campus, staring at the blooming wildflowers, as if I could hear their breathing!
To this day, those little flowers, their names I rarely call———— red, white, pink, purple, blue... Lonely and proud, but these flowers always make me slow down and stare deeply into the sky in silence!
So, in the corners of the campus, I also planted flowers, for me, this may stem from the seeds in my heart, the eagles, or a waiting!
So many years later, I still linger on that small campus! Whenever I am in pain and suffering, I always think of those humble flowers that do not know the names of the mountains, think of looking at them, touching them, talking to myself, so whenever I have the opportunity, I will always drive straight to the mountains, listen to their breathing closely, and the calm that follows will fill my heart in an instant, giving me the courage to calm and gush, and let me see the beauty and hope of life.
I don't remember which philosopher once said: Willing to walk the world as a flower, see the prosperity of the world but do not leave a trace in the heart, the flowers bloom into a scene, and the flowers become poetry! It is true that only by understanding the natural principle of flowers blossoming and falling can the soul travel far away to reach a pure world that is indifferent to loftiness. If a person's desire is too extensive, there must be a scorched earth and a vast ocean under the feet of life, and why is this fragrant and lush scenery?
Every time you walk through the flowers that spread over the mountains, you are in awe of those low-key and humble beauty, they calmly appreciate the tourists who come and go, whether you know them or not, it does not affect their bloom, the so-called "life is in the low place, the soul is in the high place", which in itself is a manifestation of personality, but also a valuable quality that follows the nature!
In the face of an unknown flower, I will be in a daze, let the restless heart quiet, listen to the breath of the flower, just like listening to the voice of my own soul, this, is not a kind of happiness?
About the Author:
Liu Yan, a senior middle school teacher, loves life, respects nature, likes to record life with a pen, and occasionally publishes humble works in the public account of Edelweiss Literature.