The rain stopped last night,it became clear in the next morning,I knew the rainy season was coming,I had thought the Spring would stay a few days more,I almost had no time to take a glance of it,who knows the Spring had gone away quickly.
willows are standing silently in the corner of the playground,they are scorching as the season goes by,From which season I started to fix my eyes on them? In one spring sunshine afternoon,I opened my eyes and saw a colour of green which is so tender that can almost break one's heart into pieces,it is flowing in the breeze of March,it is seesawing the billows of life.the hands of spring breeze are playing the movement music for the bloom.
But,two springs have passed away slinkingly and I have never seen that kind of verdure of green.Has it elapseed from my eyes silently or it would not make the gloss of life again? Or the heartquake beauty is fleeting ?it is not going to come again? As if the best of our life comes only once,it will not come back again when it runs out
However,i am used waiting for the refulgence once i owned,I am wondering to see the beauty appears once more...i don't believe it belongs the one and only.
I think of a tree of flower,it full opens in May.but a clump of flower,it was so elegance and fresh,it was as white as the moonlight,one mid-night i got awake suddenly and i saw it.In the thin and gauze moonlight,it looks like the transparent voile skirt .it is looking towards me self-congratultly and coming out little by little under my staring at it. after that every time when I go across it I can't help to clap my eyes on it.I can feel that we are having a communion,while i am staring at it and taking a pity on it,it can make an early open and keep long time opened as if we have been good friends already .
I come to see it after several springs,In May, the anthesis .but i can't see the shape it wasit grows up and gets lots of branches,there are ghosts of green on its flowers,the flowers are getting smaller than before.i can't see the erst simplicity, I can't see the elegant and grace acted by the faery in the moon.its gaunt eyes are looking at me,It seems that the passed time has left some memorable scars in our hearts.
If I know what it is, will it tell me who has come to see it? During the past years lots of things have got great changes. They are the years that don't have enemies but at the time it has no real life. If I could, I would like to realize another state of life that likes the trees and flowers. That is my realization, Could it be the other administrative levels or height?
Unscramble the language of flowers, be repentant of the life silently, your heart will come close to the wonderland in a tender method. When I walk through .
The Same Moonlight
Shacking up in the countryside, I was often waked by the enchanting moonlight outside of the window at midnight. The full moon shone through my window just on the wooden chair which lured me to undraw the curtains and make me astonished by the splendid day-like outlook: The leaves on the treetop stand still, The full moon high above the sky looked like a copper mirror reflecting her silver brightness upon the flowers, everything were so graceful. Walking about the yard under such wonderful moonlight, I felt like to be in the fairy paradise.
The primrose flourished in the day was now still glittering by the moonlight. Her slender body lean back to the wall, as if she was watching the moon walking on the huge sky accompanied by the glistening stars. Silence wrapped every dreaming things only left me lonely falling into a reverie.
I grew up under such silent moon light. Everything is familiar for me: Under the similar moon light, I used to playing hide-and-seek with my kid friends in the summer night, the frogs kept clamoring in attempt to make the summer night longer. I especially enjoy the autumn night, with a purified full moon and joyful mind, sitting on the straw haystack, we sang and told stories in turn. Some chansons still emerged into my mind: Under the bright moon light, I hide horse and burnt the fragrant sticks… Although the sharp edge of the hay leaves everywhere in the yard often stinged my tender skin, I felt that it was the most enjoyable place in my childhood. The feeling rooted deep in my mind throughout all my 30 year-old life which may be a flash moment to the Universe, but I account it for half of my whole life. While I observed the moon’s cloudy and brilliant, the moon also witnessed my growing up from children’s naivete to adult’s thoughtfulness.
