This year in spring, there was a lot of rain. Days passed by with the dripping memories. Early summer is the same. There's not a bit of summer smell in the nose. The thick moisture fills under the urban sky and casts a melancholy shadow.
When I am alone in the small house and feel lonely, my thoughts jump out of the window. I want to go to the river bank and the hillside to see the reeds and grass, and check if the sweet potato vines have covered a small piece of reserved land. Give myself some compensation, let the colors impact the perspective, and release some rationality that has become solidified. Rationality, in terms of personal life, is very much like a seemingly upright guy who always looks calm no matter whether he is sad or happy, and never shows any emotion. It's not easy to change the role one plays in life. However, life is colorful, the mind is mysterious, and so are the feelings. Facing the changing seasons and the colorful world, it's impossible to keep the Zen meaning due to inner peace. Anyway, Zen meaning is just a self-transcendence in tranquility, and spontaneity is the truth in daily life. Once, I went to Xiaziwan for business and traveled along the river. My gaze jumped out of the car window and made me quite delighted: rows of flower racks were built along the sidewalk for dozens of meters. The vines climbed along the flower racks, and purple and yellow flowers bloomed competitively. The rack is made of steel and painted with the color of boxwood, and the wood grain is clearly visible, making it look very realistic. Turning cold steel into a wooden rack gives people a sense of returning to nature. Thinking about the ordinary life, it's better to return to nature. In the foggy spring, the flowers are fresh but also have a touch of sadness, as if they have gained a kind of spiritual awareness. They bloom quickly and fade quickly. People often recall flowers together with the east wind.
In my eyes, the flowering period of spring flowers is relatively short. These days, my family bought a bunch of unopened gardenias from the market. We soaked them in a plastic pot overnight with great care and then put them in a vase the next day. By the third day, both the blooming flowers and the buds drooped their petals, showing a milky yellow color. I couldn't help but say: Let it be. Reflecting on life, it's the same. A person cannot be outstanding all their life. There will always be some shortcomings that leave gaps in your time. Your ideals and beliefs have once sprouted like flowers, and you will find comfort in those past stunning moments.
Last Sunday, the sky cleared up. I suddenly had an elegant interest, picked up my palm-sized camera, and walked along the road to the riverside. Officially named: creating photographic works. Actually, it was for leisure, letting my mood take a good vacation. Capture a little green and a little brilliance to bring home and store in the computer for eye nourishment. Strolling on the river beach, I gradually integrated into the green realm. The quiet river water was obviously thinner, exposing a large area of pebbles on the beach. The rocks could no longer hold the river water and revealed their sharp edges. Only the clusters of reeds near the low-water zone, along with unnamed wild grasses and miscellaneous trees, continued to grow wildly. At this moment, one feels particularly quiet. The breeze moves the grass stems, producing a faint sound, startling a few butterflies in the grass. They flutter their wings and then gently land on wildflowers nearby. Looking back sideways, a row of willow trees stands firmly under the stone railing on the city wall, located below the flower bed on the semi-mountain slope. I marvel at how the east wind is like scissors. Just a few months ago, these willow trees were still budding, but now they are lush and vigorous. Under the rows of vibrant willow trees, it seems as if a green mist covers the embankment, dyeing the riverbank. The tree crowns are fluffy, like the hairstyles of mature women, subtle yet not lacking in exuberance. With a gentle breeze, the willow branches sway, brushing against the lovers' stone benches under the tree, whispering softly. The long corridor shadows sway gracefully.
I am thinking that maybe because there are displays of autumn moon and spring flowers, there are too many reminiscences and accumulations. Loneliness is like poetry. Jumping out of the circle of loneliness, encountering these rows of willow trees naturally brings delight and full greenness. If rationality is lonely and can bring severe contemplation; then, the emerald green of the willow branches allows people to understand the essence of life. Because of love, one won't get bogged down in the mundane world. Hopefully, the mindset can be like willow leaves, flipping frequently in this early summer.