The beauty of dusk

Winter goes and spring comes, and the days are getting longer and longer. After a busy day, my heart finally calmed down.

There is no need to worry at this time, and the pace can be slower. Look at the sky, appreciate the drifting clouds, and feel how lonely plants turn green and become rich little by little. This process is very wonderful. The world of light and shadow is so close to us that we can hear the pulse of the earth, touch the skin of light, and even observe the expression of flowers waking up. At that moment, man and nature were so harmonious, just like we were a walking plant, breathing freely in the vast world.

If you are not busy cooking, you can go for a walk in the nearby park. At this time, the big bird, the sun, has been slowly folding its wings. Orange-red wings fly over the gray-blue sky, reflecting the beautiful colors of oil paintings. Gradually, the silhouette of a distant tree, like a mother's arms, accepted it. The sun at this time is really good, round and red, like a golden pancake, with pumpkin flavor, which makes people homesick.

The dusk in the country is more beautiful. Layers of trees in vision, short songs and flutes in hearing, the upper hand and sunshine in touch give time levels, colors and tastes. Especially those curvy paths are covered with a soft halo by the sunset, and the returning birds outline the quiet appearance of the years. My heart suddenly became empty. As the sun sets, the night wind carries a misty voice. It must be that the farmers have gone home and launched fireworks in twos and threes. This smell of fireworks makes all the work meaningful.

Compared with the countryside, the dusk in the city is a little more noisy and less enjoyable.

The dusk in the city is too fast, which makes people unprepared. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the dusk wiped your skirts and flew away. Even without blinking an eye, I fell directly from one time and space to another, lacking transition and psychological buffer. This rhythm is easy to make people feel confused.

When the sun comes off work, the neon lights take over, the traffic is still the same, the voices are still the same, and the hurried steps are still the same. You can't slow down. There are tall buildings and shops everywhere. When you look out, you meet a hard wall. It will hurt your eyes when you look back. There is nothing I can do, so I'm going home.

In the city, home seems to be the real dusk. Only here can you calm down slowly, rest in the shadow of tea and find the dusk in your memory.

Of course, if we feel sorry, we can also open up a narrow path outside the work on weekends and only weekends, and look for the traces of dusk outdoors.

Remember last week, I stole a half-day holiday and went to the botanical garden to find spring. On cloudy days, the sun only appears at noon. At three or four o'clock, the sun is shining, like wine, with a strong aroma. Chimonanthus praecox in the park, which blooms early, has lost its fragrance. Flowers bloom late, beautiful and fragrant. There are many people enjoying flowers in the garden, climbing branches to take pictures and smiling like flowers, which is also a flowing landscape. Plum blossoms are still early, only a few are in full bloom, and there are still many in bud. I think it will be more beautiful in another week. Even so, many people come here to take pictures.

A group of professional photographers in Lu Yu. They carry long guns and short guns, look around in the flowers for a while, and press the shutter frequently for their models for a while. Only three or five plum blossoms bloom early, and people naturally become the main body.

Models are a large group, about ten people, with an average age of almost sixty. All the aunts are beautifully dressed and eye-catching. They follow the photographer's arrangement, sometimes wandering among the flowers, sometimes leaning on the wooden bridge, sometimes modeling in groups of three or five, and sometimes Zhan Yan. They are graceful in floral shirts and light makeup, more delicate than flowers. Even if someone is watching, it is natural to raise your hand and cast your feet, generous and without any posturing. Aren't they beautiful like this? Who said that "the sunset is infinitely beautiful and is buried by the coming night"? This dusk shows a different kind of beauty and lost youth.

My sister-in-law, just retired, is also a person who loves life! Planting flowers, digging wild vegetables, practicing yoga, kicking shuttlecock and taking pictures, I am passionate and energetic. When you are busy, you are in a hurry and do things quickly. Anyone who has anything is eager to help. When I have time, I will also go hiking in the wild and pick autumn. Will be full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge about everything, love all bright colors, love flowers and plants, love romance, and the girl's heart will burst. In terms of physical strength and energy, I can't compare with her. Two days ago, she said cheerfully that she would go out to work, saying that she was too idle to leave home. Might as well go out and find something to do. How much money she earns is not the most important thing. The important thing is that people's sense of value cannot be lost. This evening, there is no decadent state, full of positive energy, which makes people respect.

I like this evening: "I want to greet the eyebrows and the moon, and the red face is Bian Xia". The level and color of light and shadow creation are intoxicating; I yearn for such a dusk: "after the dusk of Dongli wine, the sleeves are fragrant", which is leisurely, beautiful and full of poetry; I love this evening: "Outside the setting sun, there are ten thousand points in west Western jackdaw, and the water flows around the lonely village". Chinese painting gives people a clear and unique feeling, with a strong character and an extraordinary taste; I appreciate such dusk: "the forest is full of colors, and the clouds gather at dusk", "a setting sun is sprinkled in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red", "the desert is lonely, and the long river is setting the yen", which is magnificent and boundless. Being in it, I feel the smallness of people and the magic of nature.

There are thousands of kinds of natural dusk beauty, and the artificially created dusk is more valuable and attractive. The so-called mentality determines vision, and personality determines fate. No matter what kind of environment or age, as long as love lasts forever, beauty will not wither.

The beauty of dusk lies in its simplicity, harmony, natural leisure and the characteristics of Buddhism. The beauty is that it is not decadent, not old, always childlike and free and easy. Beauty lies in its big pattern, great spirit, all-encompassing nature and bold artistic conception.

I love dusk, and I love young hearts that don't dye dusk. The heart is there, and the sunshine is there.

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Zhang Hongmei, pen name Wen Zhu Ruofeng. He has published essays, poems, novels and other works in Liaohe River, Running Peony, Contemporary Prose, Thinking and Wisdom.