Nowhere

The Sunny Sun after the cloudy autumn rain was not hot but also warm. At least, the Sun spread gently and softly into the heart, and the heart was no longer gloomy. The air has been filled with the faint smell of winter, which makes people more eager for the warmth of sunshine. At noon, the Grand View Garden lingered in the pavilions and pavilions, wandering on the waterside and shore stairs, feeling involuntarily that it was elegant everywhere! In fact, the so-called crossing should be the crossing of the heart. Because when my steps stepped over the heavy threshold and the melody of bitterness echoed in A Dream of Red Mansions, my heart had brought me into the dream of the Red Mansion, and I forgot what day it was. This should be the second time to visit the Grand View Garden 15 years later. I thought I could retrieve my feelings of revisiting my hometown, but my mood was already different. Over the past 15 years, the world has changed several times, and the landscape of the garden is still there. The green bamboos in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion are tall and prosperous, waiting for the love that has been spread for thousands of years; The lotus leaf champs are sparkling in front, it seems to be Miss Yingchun who is missing away; The gate of Daoxiang village is covered with moss flagstones and stone steps, telling the vicissitudes of time. On the small stage beside the Grand View Building, someone was singing Baodai’s marriage. The audience’s applause was thunderous. Maybe it was not for the excellence of the aria, but for the elegance of the actors. After the end of the song, I still sat quietly in this old garden, squinting my eyes, watching the Sunshine passing through the lanterns above my head, seeing the green oranges falling down on the branches nearby, listening to the wind blowing out, leaves fell down, one after another, fluttering leisurely, falling into the grass, making a sound of noise; Listening to someone babbling and humming behind the curtain of the stage, watching actors wearing costumes and not removing makeup walk in and out, I can’t help it, just like being drunk, drunk in this scene, drunk in this interlacing time and space. There was a cat walking under my feet, rubbing my legs and refusing to leave. He would raise his head and murmured softly at me. Then he jumped onto the bench and lay beside me, quietly intoxicated with me. Looking back, I gently brushed the ancient window edge in the lobby behind me, sighing that there was a long-lasting interlacing between the windows one by one, which was the partition of time. When I first came 15 years ago, it was a season of early spring. Everything was alive, just like my youth just blossomed. I thought the garden was so big and beautiful. The fish in the pond surrounded me and asked for food, so I teased the fish with great interest. I ran happily in the garden, shuttling back and forth in The Rockery stone cave, without much thoughts, but simply fell in love with Jiangnan and the spring of Jiangnan. I will come back 15 years later. This is the early winter season. The garden is much quiet, and the fallen lotus leaves in the pond seem to be whispering: it’s better to go back, it’s better to go back. Just like everything in this garden, I also experienced the baptism of wind, Frost, rain and snow, so I hid my enthusiasm deeply, and I was more willing to sit in the pavilions and pavilions, just like this pavilions and pavilions, with endless elegance, quiet passage. I still love Jiangnan and the Four Seasons in Jiangnan. Tourists in the past always chant a few classic poems of A Dream of Red Mansions or chant some classic aria, which is really elegant everywhere. So I went to stop and go, recalling a flower, a grass, and a world. I went back to the gate casually, sighing that the garden seemed not that big, walking and walking, then I came out, but I don’t want to go back to the thick threshold. It is often said that life is like a dream. Even if there is such a big garden and so many people’s love, hate, love and hatred are sung through the ages, it is just a dream in the Red Mansion. Life is long, so long that I don’t know where tomorrow is, so long that it can flow into a drop in the ocean, so life is like a dream; Life is short, so short that time is like an arrow, and it is almost clear in a blink of an eye, so life is real and cruel. If you have been trapped in flashy things for a long time and feel tired, why don’t you find a place with elegance and have a leisure tour with elegance everywhere! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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