Soft Time

That night, I suddenly woke up and saw the moonlight shining over half of the room. A thin curtain of light was floating in front of the bed quietly like gauze. Looking out of the window, a round moon was hanging on the horizon. Its circle, its brightness surprised people inexplicably. Later I remembered that it was fifteen. In fact, there are fifteen every month, not only the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I gradually forgot that I thought that only the Mid-Autumn Festival can see such a round and bright moon here, which has been chaotic for so long, in fact, I forgot life, and life naturally forgot me. Counting the days, it didn’t take long to come here. The cherry in the garden blossomed, fruited and matured. It seemed that it was still yesterday. I have only been here for five months, and I don’t know much about it, there are not many places to go, and it seems to be in a hurry every day. Everything in the past seems to be gradually getting far away. Occasionally, I will think of the places where I used to work, people and things there. Thinking about it, everything became clear immediately, just like I couldn’t help recalling Wuhan when I left Wuhan after graduation. Is this how people spend their whole life in memory and forgetting? When playing Weibo, I saw a lot of people sharing a sentence, saying that a person immersed in past memories will lose the direction of progress. Heart fear for a long time, self-blame for a long time, can’t help set-in-right-. However, I felt very calm again. There was no need to be a person and do things as others said. I took the opportunity of my friend getting married and went back to the grand Road, I went to Lotus Square and naturally stayed there, but I just didn’t see those people playing top in the square. Most of the time, I really don’t want to worry about what is right or wrong, Don’t want to deal with anything good or bad. Some things are hard to change, just like when I was in college, I can still play live, play some military flags, or stay online, does one have to let go of the past when he is mature? Once when I came back in the evening, I saw a group of children sliding ice around several rows of colored plastic cones at a place on Beijing Road, and several children were standing still in a row wearing roller skates, maybe I am practicing the sense of balance. Standing beside them were several fatong trees, waving green sleeves quietly in the summer night wind, looking at these happy children. There are several stars hanging in the corner of the sky ahead, flashing, maybe the one I know. The summer night in my memory should have twinkling stars, flickering fireflies, paper fans painted with mountains and rivers or figures, several cicadas, and those classic TV plays. I just don’t want to think about it, because thinking about it will remind me of all kinds of things in my childhood, which only adds a few negative emotions. The word once was too heavy. Sometimes, I want to walk alone and stay in strange places to see strangers. On that day, I got on a bus at random and was suddenly taken to the city. I got off the bus at one place and saw a small shop with the words “Jiangxi wacan soup. I couldn’t help walking in. The boss was definitely not a native, but I just didn’t know if he was from jiangxi. The small jar for soup was naturally familiar. He used to be in Wuhan and Nanchang, and such jars have been seen in other parts of the country, just like Lanzhou ramen, Xinjiang mutton skewers and Yangzhou fried rice can be seen all over the country. Looking at these familiar names and jars, like meeting old friends, I couldn’t help being happy in my heart. After drinking the soup, I walked around casually and saw a community with four huge Chinese characters written at the door. Under the plane tree, I was attracted by these four characters at once. I thought these four words were very poetic, so I couldn’t help looking inside for a few more eyes to see if there was a plane tree inside. If there was one, the residents in the community might hear the rain of the plane tree. The plane tree, the rain in San Geng is the hardest thing to leave. Of course, plane rain belongs to autumn, and only belongs to autumn. Sometimes, sounds like this can really be described by sounds of nature. Time, sometimes it will really surprise you suddenly and appear in front of you in another way. Last year, I saw Quadrangle bamboos in Wuyi Mountain, which suddenly broke the previous inherent impression of bamboos. This year, in Shaolin Temple, I saw seven-leaf trees, Buddhist treasure trees and the world’s first street tree with a history of nearly 1,000 years, amazed. In the past, when I read that streamer is easy to throw people, red cherry and green plantain, I would wonder what the cherry tree looks like when I sighed at the time, unexpectedly, there was a tree in the yard where I lived. It turns out that many things are not taken for granted and need to be understood and met slowly. Is this the fate of Buddhism?

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