Open the windows of the soul

4 or 5 meters away from my Yintai, there is a small coal yard. The windows have never been opened all the year round. That’s the case. A few days later, there was still a layer of fine coal ash on the smooth ceramic tile windowsill, which was wiped repeatedly. At first, my heart was always uncomfortable. After a long time, I got used to it, but I couldn’t feel its existence. Hot Summer, rarely a cool wind, especially when cooking on the stove, in a burst of flame baking, panic, sweat rolled down along the cheek, inadvertently regressed, suddenly, I felt a breeze blowing in, and felt refreshed physically and mentally. I turned around to look for it. It turned out that it was my son who opened a window that reminded me of the coal yard nearby. The coal yard is used for heating in the family area. There is no coal in summer. I don’t know when it will start. There are a lot of thick poplar trees around, and the leaves are so crisp and there are some restless ones, it almost reached the windowsill, stretching out the palm with distinct veins, like greeting. The original annoyance has grown into a unique scenery, which I never dreamed. Standing near the window, enjoying the breeze as much as possible, and the fragrance with the unique flavor of leaves coming straight into my heart, which is a special treatment in the city made of sand and cement, suddenly woke up, unexpectedly laughed at his decency and pedantry. Most of the time, people live in a kind of inertia. The moon is full and the moon is short, flowers bloom and fade, which is just a concept of time. They can’t take care of the gift of nature, because they are busy and make a living, sigh the hardship and annoyance of life. In fact, slowing down the pace and mood of running, looking up at the stars and the moon, looking down at the bees shuttling between the flowers, sometimes, I also feel that life can be so relaxed and beautiful.

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