The flowers are blooming and fragrant in front of the window, revealing the rhyme of the morning light, filling the air with stories. When I recalled the story at my fingertips, I suddenly wondered whether there was still that smiling figure in the dream, whether there was still that spring breeze-filled face, and whether there was still that hearty and clear voice of joy. Is there anything else...
The eyelashes are drooping and the eyes are white, full of energy, and I am nostalgic to persuade you to return. I am nostalgic for my own figure in the past stories. I want to capture the refreshing smell and step forward to smell it. The familiar smell has faded away in the unfamiliar air today, and the bits and pieces of fragrance left behind are just imprinted in my mind. The regret that I have been reluctant to let go of. The regret disappeared, leaving only a dull feeling of compassion. In the past stories, I prayed that the stars would be brilliant and towering, and I would stand in a world where I could see the sky from afar, with a broad mind, and I would like to use the charm of knowledge to ride through the Jade Factory. However...
I used to like the ancient temple located in the quiet countryside. The ruins of the temple did not diminish the vicissitudes of history left here. The huge morning bell stands with its mottled bronze body, quietly experiencing the baptism of time one after another. The bell has gradually faded away, but the lingering sound is enchanting and charming, and it will continue to echo in eternity. In the stagnant air. When I packed up my luggage and left with the wind in the countryside, I looked back and saw that the temple was still there, but the people in the temple were no longer there. Back here again, the temple forgotten here has become much older. The overgrown weeds are the scattered wrinkles, and the ruins and collapse are the trembling body. Only a breeze will carry away the old age. . I just sigh at the time. Can you stop your hurried footsteps for a moment, stop to appreciate the beauty of this beautiful day, feel the warm bath, and by the way, hold your children and grandchildren in your arms under the beautiful wind and sun, and enjoy the same flying sky .
Many years later, I passed by the ancient temple again. The two smooth stone lions in front of the door no longer existed, and the side of the door was empty. Only the mottled red door is left standing there alone, continuing to watch over the elderly people in the courtyard, watching over the place where they have watched for generations. He was still standing there, but without the people accompanying him to protect him, he looked even more desolate and cold. However, he is not lonely, not alone. Only when a person's heart is lonely can he truly feel lonely. His heart was filled with stories about the temple and the people who came and went here. Those stories were enough for thousands of years! I still remember spending my childhood there. One day that year, the kindergarten friends sat on stone lions and counted the people who came in and out. They were competing. Whoever counted more people would be the "leader" in the hearts of their friends. The "Toutou" is always at the front and the backbone of the friends' hearts. They follow her footsteps and show the children's golden childhood with every smile. But I didn't dare to ride on the stone lion. I always felt that it was disrespectful to some kind of god. Maybe this was also a hurdle that hindered the joy of childhood!
Let’s drink wine and talk happily, recalling things with a smile. The best part of the story is the part that makes your mouth curl up. When the memories reveal the glory and beauty, there will be a kind of comfort in my heart, a kind of joy that has been at the bottom of my heart for a long time. Maybe I have been sinking here for too long, and there is too little afterglow left on my fingertips. At this time, I am already the history of the next second. Being free and easy anytime and anywhere is already a luxury. No matter how much gold and silver it takes, The past that is hard to change is like those two stone lions. Hearing about the fate of the morning bell, I have always been frightened, but I can do nothing but quietly watch and bless in my heart. I only hope that its future will be bright and open, and whether it is getting to know horses or snuggling with friends, there will be places and people that warm my heart.
Actually, there is still that figure in the dream, there is still that face, there is still that hearty laughter, but it is blurry, so blurry that I don’t even know where it is. In the dream, I am standing in the place where I used to be. It's a familiar place, but I don't dare to enter because there is endless darkness inside. The darkness gave people the feeling of being in an abyss, which was shuddering. I could only hesitate and end this trance-like dream in hesitation!