When I was innocent, I always like to stand on the loess slope and listen to the sound of the wind, lying on the green field to watch the clouds flying, and life is gentle and fluttering, like dreaming. Everything is intoxicating, everything is longed for.
What is beauty? I couldn't say it at that time. Living in the wilderness of the northern country, I just feel that the world is infinitely vast. In early spring, on the moist land, stepping on the budding grass, my heart is filled with innocent joy. I search for spring in the fields, search for elegant forsythia , staring blankly forsythia forsythia for a long time. The life in spring is so sacred, I want to pick it but dare not pick it.
When autumn comes, the vast wilderness, from the sky to the ground, has different colors every day, and the eyes are busy, and their eyes are like bees flying around. When the autumn wind becomes tighter and the yellow leaves leave their branches, there will always be an infinite sigh.
Those childish actions are actually hazy and shallow feelings. I have never left this land even though I grew up. I always snuggled beside my mother, watching the sunset in the west and the soft moonlight. A pool of autumn water is as bright as a mirror, one by one, the red leaves in the garden have become a cloud, reflecting with the village in the bright autumn light, and singing in a leisurely manner. This is not a realm of immortals, but I wrote oaths on this land, several acres of land, and several books, life is like a free and relaxing cloud...
At that time, I was dreaming young, beautiful and fantasy beauty, who had never been young? Who has never had a beautiful dream?
In fact, life is not like this. Facing your colorful life with a smile is still full of twists and turns, and there is nothing we can do at this time. I am me, I have been rolling in the wind and rain for decades, and I am still so naive or so stupid!
Innocence is a kind of beauty, and innocence is also a kind of enjoyment. When you get older and get deeper into the world, your thoughts will mature. But why do I still feel as pure as a child after going through vicissitudes?
The tenacity of climbing high and looking far in my youth, and the freedom of traveling to the clear water, is still as good as ever. Moreover, as long as there is a quiet and beautiful world, I will appreciate it. The paths I walked, the shadows of the trees, the bright sunshine, a moment of tranquility in the world, a flower, and a new green exudes sweetness and love for people, and there is a mellow interest in the plainness.
The sun and the moon are touching your face, the autumn wind blows white your temples, Brother Vendor’s hawking is an expectation for life, the dialect of the village of life gives me a lot of understanding. I often find that many things have new meanings every day, and sometimes in absolute silence, they often have harmonious and natural sounds. Whether it is reality or fantasy, I always feel that in this colorful world, it will always inspire me, enrich me, and beautify my things.
But, what is beauty? Just a moment? I couldn't say it when I was young, but now I can't talk about it. I can't understand the deeper issues about beauty in my life. However, my life and I flow lightly like white clouds in the blue sky. At that moment, it was enough with me. What do you think?
