Appreciation of Yin Ying's prose "Where My Heart Goes"

I originally thought that the spiritual refuge I longed for was thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers away, either in Yunnan, Guizhou, or Qinghai-Tibet. I had to spend my whole life longing for it, and only after everything was settled properly could I move forward. Footsteps, walking on flowers. However, an accidental encounter that day made me realize that the stunning scenery in my dreams and the mountains and rivers across the bank are actually ordinary things that happen every year.

The hotel we stayed in that day was on a small island. We took an antique boat and docked in the dim light. That night, we only realized that we had landed on a small island surrounded by water. On the island, villa-style hotels were built against the mountains, and we didn't notice anything else.

A dreamless night. When I opened the curtains in the early morning, I saw the mountains in the clouds and the house in the water. The scenery outside the window made my tired mind suddenly brighter. Outside the floor-to-ceiling curtains is a spacious terrace. A bonsai is placed against the corner, contrasting with the green trees outside the terrace. The straight magnolia grandiflora quietly sends its flower buds into the wall. Outside the terrace, there is vast mist, green water and green mountains, and the clouds and mist coquettishly nestle in the embrace of the mountains. Although it has changed several times, it is still reluctant to look out of the mountains.

If you sit on the balcony wall, you can touch the green river with bare feet. The woman reflected in the water has no makeup, long hair, and light eyebrows. Her heart has escaped from the world and merged into the mountains and rivers the moment she opened the curtains. Looking up into the distance, you can see the faint green mountains, the green water, and the sailboat slowly approaching and then moving away in the morning light.

Outside the door is a huge garden, and the flowers in the flowerbed are all blooming. I moved quietly, trying to be as gentle as possible, and even gentler, for fear of disturbing the flowers bathed in the morning light. When you squat down, you will see a kind of tiny flowers, pale pink, with no name. Their blooming figures are closely nestled with the grass, humble and beautiful; the taller ones are roses, red. White and pink, the flowers are clustered together, so lively; the taller ones are pure white and unruly ginger flowers... In the delicate faces of those flowers, your appearance flashes past.

I always thought that only when I think of you, a bright red blooms in my heart. I never thought that when I see these little flowers and these blooming bright reds, I will also think of you. You, remember the happiness you gave me.

It turns out that you are still my innocent concern and the place where my heart can rest.

After that day, I dreamed of that island again and again, and you in the dream on the island. Sometimes you are in the depths of the island, sometimes you are on the banks of the Yingying River, and sometimes you are on a walking trail with no end in sight. It's as if we are not old friends, repeating our first meeting and heart-stopping moments over and over again; it's also as if we are two people who have been separated for a long time and have been waiting for a long time, finally finding their final destination among the mountains and rivers.

When we were together, we didn’t talk much, we just kept walking and walking along the walking path. When I was walking in front, I would look back at you from time to time. You said nothing, just looked at me with a smile, your brows were light and your eyes were clear. The river wind blows by, and the hair is messy. You and I stand in the wind, close our eyes, and you say that the wind seems to have passwords and blessings that will last a lifetime.

At that moment, my white clothes reached my knees and I gently rolled up my sleeves. I walked barefoot, with dark red nail polish on my toes. Next to my feet is the emerald green river water, which sometimes comes up to kiss my ankles. At that moment, I really wished that time would stop and let me turn into amber with unchanged appearance in that happy moment. For thousands of years, I would only remember staying with you. I want to be your wife, your minister, the dust and grass around you, an ordinary man and woman, living in seclusion all my life. Wherever you are, there will be me.

Yes, you don’t have to look for that strange town in your life, find a street corner, and take root in love; you don’t have to be near a lake or a river, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming; You don’t have to be a late autumn leaf in your life. It should be collected at the most beautiful time, without being frightened or disturbed. As long as you can meet such a person in your life, his heart is in harmony with yours, and there will always be a corner in his heart. Staying for you, he is your spring when the grass grows and the orioles fly, your green summer, your fruitful autumn, and your pure and white winter.

Time is short, but happiness is long. A life of daily necessities can also blossom into a gorgeous and ostentatious spring.

The house you love can be nestled against a mountain, near water, on a small island that haunts your dreams, or it can be an ordinary house in a bustling city, or even just a simple shelter in the secluded depths of the mountains. Even if you live the simplest life, as long as you are free and carefree, as long as you can relax among the mountains and rivers, you will be a happy person.