It's autumn cool.
At 5:30 after work, it was already dark and cool. I rode a battery car through the zhongshan west road, all the way to the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. The cold touch seemed to pull me back to the days of a person many years ago, the thin coat, the dim light stretched the shadow of the person long, and there was infinite sorrow in my heart, and I was full of an indescribable vision of the future.
I began to miss myself at that time, although with a faint sadness, but always fearless, recklessly and recklessly. Now seeing those recent college students, one of them working hard in Shanghai, with a light of hope in their eyes, is like seeing their past selves, and have an inexplicable sense of closeness to them.
Sometimes I saw a child, playing with him in the mud, holding his chubby and warm little hand, walking through the hidden and narrow path, leading him to listen to the roar of the sea, feeling the touch of the wind and the sun... He blinked his eyes and asked East and West, bouncing and cheering. The joy in my heart filled my whole body, and I often felt that I was walking through my childhood with him.
It can also be said that people have reached middle age. Life is like being fixed, going to work, leaving work, time being repeated again and again. What a luxury and lucky thing to be able to follow a child back to life. Thinking of the evening after high school, a classroom of people buried in the pile of books, I was intoxicated with the mathematical problems that were about to be swept away from the clouds, completely unaware of the bitterness of time; I remembered going to the institution for internship, talking to a girl about the "thin twilight" in "Bo Twilight Under the Pavilion", why not use the word "dusk", the girl's eyes flashed with curiosity, and she seemed to see the messy and bright spring; I remembered the years when I had just worked, I still maintained the enthusiasm of trying new things, and I stayed in KFC tirelessly drawing pencil drawings...
All this seems to be in front of the eyes, and it seems to be far away. Today, if there is anything that makes me feel excited, I think it is that I can be with the garden every weekend. Without this garden, life would be so lonely. Everything in nature changes every day, a tiny seed sprouts, blossoms, bears fruit, and life surprises people.
Like planting tomatoes for the first time this spring, the faint seeds once made me lose confidence in it, and I almost fell to the ground while waiting for two weeks without moving. However, it suddenly sprouted on a certain day, growing faster and faster, growing bigger and bigger. In mid-July, after a typhoon, when I came back to see it after two weeks, the branches were full of fruit.
I learned how peas grow out of flowering pods, and I remember the throbbing that moment. I've seen the sunset fall into the sea and the earth, and I've seen two little birds stop at the fence and talk softly. When the sun was shining, I sat on the steps and sniffed melon seeds, and children dug up dirt in the garden to build bridges.
Time just stopped there and we were all kids.