Prose

"Occasionally, my heart feels like indigo, beside the plum tree.

It seems that these flowers and plants are loved by people."

The new tender grass in early spring sprouts A shallow new green light spreads all the way with the renewed vigor of the spring breeze, covering the entire land as far as the eye can see. Plum blossoms of various colors are in full bloom on the bare branches. Because there are no green leaves to compete with them, the entire Plum Blossom Mountain is like a land of women, looking particularly charming. The industrious bees flap their wings among the flowers, lingering and enjoying the intimacy with the flowers. The winds tirelessly welcome and send away the clouds.

I fixed them in the shutter, and felt quite proud that I had retained this spring scene. I said goodbye to the birds and flowers around me with satisfaction, and headed straight towards the white arch, and the garden in the distance. The hint of spring inside attracted my full attention.

I know that I should not be like a human being who loves the new and hates the old, ignoring the scenery in front of me and always chasing the mysterious distance. However, the scenery hidden by the white-walled and blue-tiled garden seemed to contain the whole spring. I couldn't help but feel my feet moving as my heart moved.

The sunshine in early spring is no longer as cold as winter, and it shines on the world with gentle warmth without reservation. It's just that the coldness of winter is still reluctant to let go. It gets together with the wind, lingering and lingering, blowing hard from time to time, so that people have to put on thick clothes again.

Looking up, the extremely difficult-to-recognize traditional Chinese characters "栊cui" came into view. I vaguely remember that Uncle Dong said that "Chu Cui'an" is the place of practice for Miaoyu in the Dream of Red Mansions. Is it possible that this "Chu Cui Garden" is also related to the Dream of Red Mansions? Full of curiosity, I took two quick steps and crossed the blue threshold with one foot. Before I had time to look inside, I was blinded by a swinging hand.

I saw four old men sitting in front of the lake on the right. One of them waved to me, meaning to take the path on the left.

I took a closer look, and immediately raised my foot that was about to land on the path on the right, and turned 90 degrees. I was afraid that my mistake would destroy the scenery they rarely captured, so I walked on the left quite obediently. On the way. Because each of the four old men had a very professional-looking SLR camera in front of them. The lens was very long, like a mortar, and they were shooting accurately at the scenery in front of them. They looked attentive, checking the camera from time to time, looking for the most satisfactory angle, as seriously as if they were participating in an exam called "Photography Technology Competition."

I didn’t have time to look at the scenery, so I walked around behind them from the path on the left, trying to see this spring painting from their perspective. After all, seniors are definitely better at finding beautiful scenery than I am.

White clouds hold up the blue sky, and the branches of the tree are dreaming of touching the sun that brings warmth to it. The leaves have not yet ushered in new life, leaving only bare branches and vines teasing and playing with each other in the air. The slightly cold wind blew on the blue lake, causing ripples to sway with the wind. The reflections of the trees on the lake changed their original appearance, gathering and scattering, hazy and unreal. The bluish-gray stones by the lake have different shapes and remain motionless, no matter how wind blows from the southeast or northwest, they remain as steady as Mount Tai. In the distance, there are people standing in twos and threes on a small bridge made of brown wood. They blend into the scenery, and I am watching their dreams. The small pavilion by the bridge looks like a huge parasol with four legs, but with light yellow thatch on the top of its head, it looks quite simple. The white courtyard wall hides the whole beautiful scenery in its belly, but as if unwilling to do so, it secretly opens a few small windows to bring this touch of spring to the people outside, secretly shouting, come, be happy. , the scenery here is infinitely good, come and enjoy this lot of time.

Beauty is beautiful, but these old men add a lot of color to this picture, and their gray hair cannot hide their pursuit of beautiful scenery. It is them who can make the scenery here more vivid.

I stopped for a long time. Instead of just taking photos as usual, I found a stone and sat on it lazily basking in the sun. At that moment, I just wanted to feel the temperature of the wind blowing on my ears, take off the mask to smell the fragrance in the air, and listen to the message of spring brought by nature, instead of just looking at the surroundings through the screen of my mobile phone. The frozen mechanical picture has no life in it.

I stared at the lake quietly, letting my thoughts wander along with the ripples, until the late summer and early autumn a few years ago...

It was a refreshing autumn day In the evening, I had just gotten off work. The setting sun was slowly approaching the horizon. The gentle autumn wind blew away the scorching heat and the exhaustion of a day's work. I strolled leisurely on the way home, but under God’s will I changed my original fixed route and turned at a traffic light somewhere. Then I met the shocking beauty and her admiring the scenery.

She stood on the bridge, with a thin body, a slightly rickety back, and short gray hair. She held an orange cloth bag on her left arm and held a small camera reverently in front of her eyes. beautiful scenery. In front of her is a river, which reflects the thick and continuous clouds and the fiery red sunset. The water in the distance is dyed orange by the setting sun. There is green grass by the river, the rays of the setting sun are reflected on the glass windows of the tall buildings on the left, and the open fields are on the right. Looking along the water, there is another bridge and road in the distance. On the opposite side of the road, there is a building about ten stories high that is entirely composed of one pane of glass. Two-thirds of the glass shows a kind of grass green, and three-thirds of it is green. One of the glass is stained with the shadow of the setting sun and sunset.

I walked not far behind her and saw her repeatedly adjusting the focus, and also saw the eternity frozen in her camera.

At first, I was afraid of disturbing her rare time of being alone and enjoying the beautiful scenery, so I only dared to take pictures of her secretly from a distance. I think maybe she's been living in turmoil her whole life, being a wife and a mother, but at this moment, she's just herself. I saw the wrinkles on her face and the heart of a girl that will never die. At that moment, I remembered the poem "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams"... Just as I was immersed in the poem, I was in a daze when she discovered me.

She said, little girl, you also think the scenery here is beautiful, right?

I said yes, it is so beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful sunset and water surface, as well as the colors shown on the glass building. Everything is right and beautiful. I approached her and stood beside her with the excitement of discovering a new world. My excitement is for this beautiful scenery, for this moment, and even more for this old man who is still moved by the sunset.

What a pity, only the two of us are enjoying such a beautiful scenery. People in the world are so busy throughout their lives that they don’t even have time to see the scenery. Don't you know that life changes in a blink of an eye, and seventy years pass by?

I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood beside her and watched the sunset quietly.

Passers passed by one after another and returned home in a hurry. Some might even praise it, but no one would hesitate to stop.

Lao Zhen is a strange thing that slips into a person's body unknowingly. In fact, when I was young, I rarely went to see any scenery. At that time, I always felt that there was nothing interesting to see. I was also busy making money and living a life. I basically gave all my time to my family. Time flies by. In the end, nothing is as good as the beautiful scenery. Reliable. The old man may have been intoxicated by this scene, so he spoke again in a low voice. That tone was full of vicissitudes of life and half-life sadness, which made people sigh in silence.

I think I should say something.

It’s okay, it’s not too late. Beautiful scenery always exists, as long as you look at it, it will always be there, it just changes its shape. Spring blooms and autumn blooms, the moon falls over the sea, the grass grows and orioles fly, the sun sets...each has its own beauty. As long as the human heart is immortal, beauty can be found everywhere. You see, you are already younger than most old people, because you have an ageless girl's heart!

The old man looked at me and smiled. Like a little girl, with a touch of shyness and slight embarrassment. Silence enveloped us, but energy surged within us.

After a long time, the old man said, in fact, when I was young, I wanted to be a photographer, travel all over the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and leave behind unique scenery. However, as soon as I got married and had children, I felt that my whole life had slipped away. , I don’t know what I’m busy with. I can't go far now even if I want to. The old man patted his legs, turned around and said, "But the scenery in front of you is not bad at all. Let's take a good look while you can still see it."

Well, you should cherish the scenery in front of you. How about I take a photo for you, with the sunset?

She handed me the camera and taught me how to use it. I retreated to a distance and half-crouched to look for a good composition. I asked her to relax, smile, and tease her into showing her most original bright smile.

The wind blew her trousers, and she tucked one side of her short hair behind her ear, and let the other side of her hair fly in the wind, with a smile on her face. The setting sun behind her dyed half the sky red.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, so why be afraid of dusk!

Click, I thought, I captured her immortal girlish soul hidden under the wrinkles.

There was a gentle breeze, and soon the setting sun fell out of sight. The sky darkened, but the city gradually lit up. We shared the same landscape and felt each other’s feelings. At that moment, we and time formed an eternal gesture, engraved on our timeline, and always shining brightly in our memory.

......

The laughter came to my ears. I came back to my senses and saw people pouring in from the arched door again, reluctant to leave this quiet moment. .

I raised my feet and stepped into the sea of ????people again, happily pursuing my own spiritual paradise in the next moment.