As soon as I woke up, it was midsummer.
It was a cloudy day, with dark clouds, and it seemed like rain was coming. The small town was so quiet. The morning breeze came in through the window, bringing with it a hint of coolness. The weather changed from the hot weather yesterday, and now it makes people feel comfortable. This is why , to express feelings in writing, in order to express them!
Outside the window, birds are chirping, perching in the trees, far or near, up or down. The spirituality of the sound can wake up the sleeping people in their dreams wherever it reaches. I am one of them. Suffer from its damage, but alone!
The journey of life, in this current situation, is it only the present moment? Presumably, it is also a common practice, but due to our negligence, we did not record it. Today, I can't help but be tempted by this midsummer morning, a cool breeze in the morning, or the clouds in the sky, or the chirping of birds in the morning. Although it is impossible to confirm whether one of them is a text, there is a meaning in all of them. I write where I am moved! I am grateful for the old age, cherish the situation, and write the article with broken thoughts!
Get up and go for a walk in the mountains outside the city as usual. The journey to the mountain takes less than half an hour. You enter the alleys and alleys, come to the pedestrian street, turn in a Z-shape, and you can reach the bottom of the mountain. After climbing up the slope, you will reach the top of the mountain. Because of the rain on the mountain, the humidity is heavy, and the wind blows against your face, which is life-threatening. I wonder, is this the day of midsummer? I asked in my heart!
Of course, more and more people are doing morning exercises in the morning. Some are trotting, some are standing, some are playing ball, some are dancing, some are kicking, and some are walking like me. There are three groups of people. They were talking and laughing, causing an uproar in the morning on the mountain!
As for the Yandi Temple on the top of the mountain, this temple was built not far away for more than 20 years. After years of wind and rain, the remains of the temple can be found. According to records, Emperor Yan cultivated wasteland here, planted seeds, and bathed in all directions. In order to thank Emperor Yan for his kindness, people built a temple here to burn incense and offer sacrifices. They also named the mountain: Yangtou Ridge. The mountain is not high, with a height of thousands of meters, and there are thousands of species of trees and vegetation. After recent continuous renovations, it has become a leisure place for local people. The scenery is beautiful and you should not miss it!
Just when I was thinking about it, I saw a group of people who looked like they were in college coming out of the main temple. They were talking and laughing, and their youthfulness was breathtaking. I was thinking that they must have come to visit in the name of Emperor Yan. ?
This encounter made me sigh. Since the epidemic, I have not gone out. I am like a mosquito, living in a hole, living a dull life, unaware of the outside scenery, not hearing the sounds outside, living an ordinary life, and the passing of time has become a trend. How many feelings have just passed away and cannot be recalled?
Coming here is like leaving home. Thirty years later, I married a wife and had children here, and regarded a foreign country as my hometown. However, I thought about myself, but achieved nothing, gained nothing, restrained my desires, and exhausted all my efforts to win. Get some peace and quiet! I think that this time of youth is gone but hard to keep. At this age, I am already middle-aged!
Life is not easy, and overcoming difficulties is more difficult than human affairs, and it is better than living an ordinary life. Therefore, I met a group of young passers-by on the mountain, which made me sigh with infinite emotion. Although we met only once, it touched my heart, so I recorded it in writing.
In this world, we live in the ordinary, how can we avoid it? If I act on my own, even though I can't change the world, I still have to strive for self-improvement, work hard, and do my best, even if I can't waste the rest of my life, that's enough!
Nowadays, when I write and read, I do not ask for emotion, but gain from thinking. If I have gained this, I will not write this article in vain!
Note: The picture comes from the Internet, thanks!
About the author: Wen Xiaohong is from Changzhi, Shanxi. He works at Changzhi Shangdang Vocational School and is a lecturer. His online names are mostly used for pedestrians, Wen Xiaohongzhu, Changzhi pedestrians, etc. He loves literature and mainly writes prose and poetry. His literary works are mainly scattered in Major websites such as Chinese Writers Network, Hongxiu Tianxiang, Jiangshan Literature, Prose Online, Yangliu'an, and Chinese Poetry Network, as well as publications such as Shanxi Daily, Qilu Literature, and Education and Teaching Research, have published their novella "The Woman in the Rental House" on Hongxiu Tianxiang is on the shelves, and he is currently the deputy editor-in-chief and editor of the prose column of Jiangshan Literature Tianya column. Recording life in words has always been the principle of my creation. I write according to my heart, so please pay attention.
