Sitting in front of a book, away from all distractions, the feeling of holding a pen in your hand is particularly secure. Write a few lines of text www.biquge.info write three or five lines of poetry, and then steal half a day of leisure. I like to have large windows, preferably always open, with plenty of natural light, and unhindered access to the fresh, humid air. Looking up, I saw the blue sky and white clouds, and a little closer, I could clearly see a sparrow flying gently and skillfully from the bamboo forest in the distance to the walnut tree in front of the window.

Pick a few peach blossoms that bloom in early spring and are dried in the sun, supplemented by a few pieces of aloe vera, a small handful of cassia seeds, a little rock sugar and honey, and slowly pour boiling water into the cup, through the transparent cup, you can see the flowers tumbling up and down and gradually blooming her former beauty - white and almost transparent petals. Time passes, and this spring and summer, for a flower, is a lifetime of life. Her former companions have been scattered into mud, and they have borne small peaches with their lives, and when the new life gradually grows and matures in the blue sky and daylight, they become large, full, sweet and juicy peaches, or they are picked and eaten, leaving only a wisp of fragrance between their lips and teeth; Or with a summer rain and a gust of wind, they will hang down their branches and go to the soil to find the meaning of life. And the flowers in my cup, when life is at its peak and most splendid, suddenly fell asleep, as if escaping the unchangeable suffering of reincarnation in nature, and drying the most beautiful posture into eternity. And she, at last, woke up in the pain of boiling water, and bloomed again, with a pale beauty that could not be concealed.

I said to the flowers: "Flowers, flowers, I am glad that you still have the beauty of the past, look at your companions, they are rapidly withering, and have long since disappeared, even the fruit is now a left, look at the peach tree that gave birth to you outside the window, and it will not be long before you leave a monotonous green leaf, and the leaves will also turn yellow, dry up, and wither, and there will be no left." Time is too cruel to exist, nothing can stop its erosion, but you are the flower of luck. ”

The flower in the cup spoke: "No, you are wrong, I am not lucky at all, on the contrary, it is extremely unfortunate." My life has been drained and plundered. Flowering, fruiting, ripening, and withering are a complete life process, a miraculous creation of nature, and I am forever frozen in the moment of a flower. Her voice was very weak, weak and sad.

I was puzzled and said, "The world admires the amazing beauty of the flowers when they bloom, but they regret the decay of the flowers, and the beautiful things are always fleeting. You see, you're still beautiful today. ”

When beauty is fixed and hoped to become eternal, it is no longer beauty itself, but an alienated and pale beauty. My body is still there, but my soul is empty, and the most important meaning of my life should be a kind of fulfillment - a unity of laughter and suffering, praise and loss, taking and giving, life and death. When I become a full fruit, from frivolity to maturity, from taking to giving; When I give a sweet gift to nature, when I fall from the branches, rot, and disappear; When I finished the whole course of my life, when I became old and ugly, I was happy. "The flowers are quiet and authentic, and there is a deep yearning and indescribable melancholy.

I said, "The most unbearable thing in life is lightness, but life should be like this, heavy and full." However, is the meaning of life an irretrievable rush to death? Aren't you afraid of death? ”

"Death is a festival that will inevitably come, everything in the world will eventually die, this is the most natural life course, why be afraid? Without the fear of death, there is no love and praise for life. The meaning of life is not to be reduced to death, but to complete every stage that an individual life should go through, to enjoy the joys and sorrows that must be endured at each stage, to discover oneself, and to perfect oneself. For example, for me, the meaning of life is the process from a flower to a peach, during which I will strive to absorb the sunshine and rain, strive to grow, bear and enjoy all the good and bad gifts of nature, and do not complain about the heavens or others. When I finally give the fullest, sweetest and juiciest fruit, death may be nearer, and I, to smile and enjoy the process of life, is a full, full life. ”

This time, I saw Hana smiling, but her voice grew weaker and weaker, almost whispering, and finally disappeared. I wanted to ask again, but I saw that she seemed to be extremely tired, slowly sinking to the bottom of the cup, and the process of landing was like an angel falling into the world, graceful and infinitely poignant. I saw that she was laughing all the time, but she couldn't speak. I took a sip of the water in the glass, the faint sweetness was mixed with bitterness, and the fragrance of flowers was full between my lips and teeth. I savored it, and finally understood what Hana wanted to say but didn't say.

I got up, walked out of the room, came to the old tree in front of the door, knelt down gently, and gently buried the peach blossoms in the palm of my hand under her mother's roots, suddenly, a leaf fell, the green leaves began to dye a faint yellow, it was the end of summer, the sound of birds and cicadas mixed with the noise of various insects, the grass and trees grew wantonly, it was still a sense of prosperity, and the footsteps of autumn will also come quietly. I didn't have sadness, just a little melancholy. I stood up and gently hugged the old tree, the rough bark was scarred by the erosion of the wind and frost sword over the years, the old tree was speechless, and I was still relieved. Tomorrow spring, when the trees are in full bloom, I will meet my friends again, and this time, I will definitely be very happy to watch the flowers bloom, watch the fruit from small to large, from green to mature, from the beauty of the appearance to the peace of the heart, and it is a cycle of life.

I turned around, returned to my desk, and wrote a few words, one side of freedom and the other of virtue. Everyone should find their own value in their limited life, and bear everything that life gives, whether it is suffering or happiness, it is the gift of life, it is a self-cultivation, and it is an indispensable part of life.

I know that Hana's last words would be, "Be what you should be." (To be continued.) )