Beautiful Fragments of Landscape Writing

The early autumn wind swept through Yuan Ye, trees and sunflowers on the roadside. It radiates the light of the sun and welcomes the wind, light and white clouds flowing like light water with an upward attitude. Wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom under their feet, an ant trudges alone in the dense grass, and bees or dragonflies try to get close to the high petals of sunflowers with warm wings. High sunshine, bright snow bees, Yuan Ye ups and downs, such as the trace of the bird's nest flying. The sky is above the white clouds, shedding a lake-like elegance and tranquility from the dense branches and leaves of a tree.

This is an afternoon. All walks stop here, tired and heavy bodies miss or look back here, and then start trying to find the inner exit. This process, falling on the dark road. A sunflower, like an exit, opens inadvertently. Just one color and one gesture is enough to release all the delicate flowers hidden in your heart.

Once I was in the middle of a large sunflower, and the farmer who could not hide his joy wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and raised a sharp machete to cut off the huge discs of sunflower one by one. Those flowerpots whirled and gradually piled up into golden peaks in the narrow open space, gradually disappearing the last drop of life's incomparable brilliance. The joy of farmers' harvest infected me, but the faint pain reached my flesh and bones through the cold light of those machetes.

Real sunflowers are in full bloom in Yuan Ye today. In the name of flowers, they bloom freely under the clean sky. Its leaves are Shu Lang without publicity, and its petals are lonely without inferiority. Among all the flowers, this sunflower shines quietly in the high wind. It is an exit, releasing the passion that has been precipitated for a long time in life, and also releasing the precious fragments of life hidden inside. In the flowers or in the wilderness, at night or on the edge of the day, we walk and then stop. At this time, we need an exit, a real release. Countless wild chrysanthemums that take care of themselves are not enough to ignite the desire for drunkenness. Countless birds without traces are not enough to outline the direction that the eyes can reach and the soul yearns for. So we must look for it instinctively. Although we are still children crying in the dark with lanterns and stars rippling in tears, we still have to find a full and deep flower. On the road we must go through in life, those quiet and brilliant non-figurative will be all our sunshine.

This is an excerpt.

The name of this article is Glory Above.