Guo Zhenping: The warmth of time, the breeze and bright moon that connect the years

The warmth of time, the breeze and the bright moon that connect the years...

Text/Guo Zhenping

I have always liked the affection between my wrists .

Everything wrapped around the wrist is a time of concern. Every time I see the beads in the jewelry box, it's like meeting my favorite words, and I feel a surge of tenderness in my heart. Half a red rope, half a thin silver chain, with a small lotus in the middle, a lotus root strung together, and worn on the wrist, adding aura, warmth, elegance, and delicacy to the ordinary days in an instant... …

My sister sent me another string of carefully selected beads. The round and plump particles are embedded in the precipitation of time, and are inscribed in the tenderness of my eyes. I look at them carefully. They are gentle and safe, and warm my heart. appropriate. The gentle words and soft water are also sweet, and there are stars, but the concentration is introverted. She sleeps easily in my wrist, her crimson cheeks are full of smiles, I touch them gently, her cool cheeks lower my head again, and I close the clear and bright 's eyes. Could it be that she once again stopped in the water town in her dream, looking from the bridge, gardenia petals beside her black hair bun fell one after another to the south of the Yangtze River with her gentle footsteps, and the fragrance of the flowers drifted away in the rain. In the green and beautiful spring, the purple clothes are embroidered with magnolia flowers. The beautiful figure Tingting held up under the oil-paper umbrella moves forward affectionately, gently stepping on the stone road, waiting for a small boat with a rocking oar in the distance, and going to the boat. Listening to a Pingtan song in the rain and a picture of big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate...

For some reason, when I saw the beads given by my sister, I was instantly reminded of the misty and rainy landscape in the south of the Yangtze River. Lowering his head, he gently caressed her, who was resting on his wrist. Looking at her appearance, he felt very fond and tender in his heart. My sister joked: "Sister Ping likes bottles and cans, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and beads on strings. When we met, we couldn't help but think of you, so we brought a string of Jiangnan beads to my sister. She loves them the most. Okay." My sister said these words seriously, playfully, and seemed to be a little careless. The sister with jet-black hair and a crooked braid. Her slightly raised lips and eyes that narrowed when she smiled made her look even more handsome. Looking at her delicate appearance, she seemed like a lovely girl in the misty rain of Jiangnan. Right before my eyes, my sister's seemingly small actions expressed her feelings, but what I saw was the warmth, kindness, love and nobility that stretched out from the heart of a beautiful woman.

Shu Lang's joy and laughter filled the air quietly with the fragrance of tea in the afternoon. The tea mist spread thinly under the slanting sunlight, and the beads on the wrists collided gently, making a dull sound. Perhaps, it was my joy and joyful gestures when I first saw her that inadvertently shattered her heavy dream. She was like an old friend returning and gently knocking on the door knocker of time. She came here after a long journey just for a job to return to her previous life. The meeting, the encounter and the promise to stay together forever. In the joy, another warmth and gratitude rippled gently in my heart...

In the years, I don’t know how many times there have been such ups and downs, ups and downs. Everything is due to every warmth, every longing, every mutual understanding, kindness and tenderness encountered in life. I remember Sister Ruling said, "Pure people are more capable of giving birth to prajna flowers." Perhaps, no matter how ruthless the years are, they cannot match the warmth of the years, the tender encounter, elegance, light, gentleness and strength. Gentleness is the peace that can still look at the sun and the moon with cool eyes after being bitten by the wind and frost, washed by the sea water, and tossing and turning. Because you have been treated gently and kindly, you can also accept the so-called good or bad. Perhaps "I don't want to be great, I just want to be a tree, growing for the years and not hurting anyone." This is also a kind of tenderness in life and the appropriateness of life.

The moonlight was rising, and I sent my sister home. The early spring was still cold and warm at first. I waved and said thank you to my sister again. The straightforward sister waved her hand from a distance: "Sister, isn't it just a star?" It’s just a small bead! Thank you for your visit, just be happy!”

Actually, my sister doesn’t know that this is more than just a small bead, it is clearly a heart-warming one! Everyone who has a beautiful scenery in his heart will be able to appreciate the poetic beauty and joy of the four seasons in the tedious time of leisurely vegetation, hiding the spring flowers without fading. In the passing years, time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon rush. In the silence of time, we in the mortal world, I miss the past, and you cherish our love. We came to this world with a mission and an appointment to experience many beautiful things together. For example, we will meet too many kind-hearted people in our time, and feel the warmth and kindness of others without blood ties, the vastness of nature and all things, the majesty of the heaven and earth, the quiet and beautiful loneliness of the night, the love and generosity of family and friends; and The profoundness of all kinds of karmic affection... When we feel it with our eyes and our hearts, they are also the warmth and years that illuminate each other in our lives.

Countless ordinary and quiet stories are probably due to the presence of these rare beads, which add a little warmth to the tedious days and add countless joy and pleasure. Beads one after another are like every encounter in life. Pick them up and gently thread the needle to string a bracelet on the wrist that is placed in time.

Regardless of wind or rain, every kind-hearted person we met used their sincerity and magnanimity to make us feel more kind and at ease in the storm. Every kind person's treatment and every sincere encounter is worthy of us using the thread of life to take it seriously, break it into small pieces, and properly put the kind, simple, beautiful and soft beads one after another with the time. The story wears together. At this moment, the grass and trees are growing, and the spring mountains are in sight. The days are always filled with the details and beauty of life, just like the gentle waves of the water, and the body and mind are clear and calm.

Perhaps, this string of beads is not gold, jade, priceless, or pearls and gems; perhaps, it is plain and plain and not dazzling; perhaps, it is mixed with the mud, frost and polished flaws of the wind and snow. However, it is such a string of beads, because it is given by the years, remembered by life, and worn with care, so it has a summary and collection of love. They are not only the only ones in life, but also the weight and nirvana of the vicissitudes of life. In the long road of life, we are used to cherishing small people and things. Maybe when we are older and have more time and energy, we will meet again. Time has nothing to ask of me, it is just the friendship of souls cherishing each other on the road of human beings. She has brilliance but is not dazzling; she has strength but is not ostentatious; she is kind but does not panic; she has perseverance but also contains infinite energy and the light of hope.

In life, we are accustomed to respect and rejoice in all material and spiritual satisfactions, because they can flow and become part of each other's hearts. Nothing in this world is eternal, but there is one thing that is the best in the world, which is difficult to fade away and can lead you to a broader self, and that is faith, courage and hope. We are still walking in the vast and open grassland, and our wishes are as sincere, pure and simple as the grassland. We are touched by the warmth of the years around our fingers, and we use the threads of the years to record what we see, think and feel in the light and shadow. Let life flow quietly and see the connection between kindness and beauty. The good things in the world bring together the nostalgia and warmth of the world...

Thank you for everything. In early spring, I use words to express my respect and the calmness of life.

About the author:

Guo Zhenping is from Kangbao, Hebei. National second-level psychological counselor, member of China Electric Power Writers Association, special correspondent of North China Electric Power News, member of Hebei Prose Society, member of Sanqing Women's Literature Society, director of Zhangjiakou Writers Association, special writer of "Great Wall Literature and Art", Zhangjiakou Women Photographer Vice Chairman of the Association. Member of the Kangbao County CPPCC, executive vice-chairman of the Kangbao County Federation of Literary and Art Circles, member of the female worker committee of Zhangjiakou Power Supply Company, working at Kangbao Power Supply Branch, deputy director of the Party Building Department. He began literary creation in the early 1990s. His works have appeared in People's Daily, Contemporary People, Hebei Youth Daily, State Grid News, North China Electric Power Industry, Zhangjiakou Daily, etc. So far, he has published essays, communications, and reportage. He has published more than 800 works.