Author Dongfang Chunxiao
Flipped through this page of the desk calendar, it was like turning over a book full of bitter, spicy, and sweet and sour. I didn't dare to have too many extravagant expectations, I just wanted to have a peaceful life as follows. Looking at the November 1st, the new sun and moon on the calendar, what emerged from the heart was so simple and clear.
Sit in front of the lonely window in the afternoon, thinking about your own thoughts. Although there are still people coming and going outside the window, there are still traffic.
A cup of fragrant tea, the graceful roundness first, the fragrance surrounding the mouth and nose gradually drifts away in the circle. Without taking a sip, I was still with me lonely. The lushness of the cup is still there, and when I come back to my senses, I recall the tea mountain in spring and the greenness of the tea mountain.
Once the flowers bloomed in spring, decorating the mountains and beautiful fields. The birds sing and the fragrance of flowers on earth play the song and dance to rise to peace. I have danced, danced, been grateful, and forgotten in such a world... Now, the spring flowers have fallen, the summer grass witheres, and the autumn leaves wither... In front of the window of early winter, the family affairs in my heart and the world of family affairs are surging. A sense of powerlessness that passes from the brain to the limbs.
Some people say that if you put down everything in front of you, treat yourself well, and live your life well from now on; others say that the elders and the younger people have the responsibility on their shoulders, and you still have to bear the burden. I chose from the book, but it was fruitless. Learning from reality is still very confused. In fact, this is just because I can’t let go, and the latter is still the choice.
Life is not peaceful. In mediocre days, there are always ditches and ravines, bumps and bumps, and bumps are inevitable. Should we respond calmly or be passive and depraved; should we go on open-mindedly and bravely, or should we give up on ourselves violently? Not only tests life wisdom, but also shows the feelings of life.
Outside the window, people and cars are bustling, and the afternoon autumn sun is warm, and a few dead leaves danced by the autumn wind are reminding the seasons and years.
Time passes, and time never settles. The moment I opened the window, I silently recited in my heart: I hope that from now on, the country will bring peace, the family will bring good luck, and the family and the country will be safe.
(original first release)
