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After the spring return of that year, amidst the misty scenery
and the melodious songs of the birds, the grass grew and flowers awakened. The
willow catkins danced in the air as they journeyed back to their homeland. We
made a promise to meet in the Peach Blossom Garden, where we would experience
the joys and sorrows of life, engaging in cheerful conversations and leaving
behind the worries of the world. Together, we immersed ourselves in the peach
garden of our hometown, creating a world that belonged only to us.
The Peach Blossom Garden belonged to the town of Zhenbei. We walked along
winding paths, passing through a radiant field of golden rapeseed flowers, and
strolled by the lotus pond where gentle breezes swayed the white egrets. Opening
the bamboo gate of the ancient fence-lined pathway, we were greeted by an
endless fragrance. Hundred steps along the fragrant book, the pear blossoms and
peach blossoms intertwined, transforming into shades of white and pink. In a
single night, the spring breeze adorned them with green and red hues. The newly
bloomed flowers, lightly dressed in shades of pink, formed clusters resembling
fiery clouds. They were as pure as snow, delicate and vibrant, shining with
crystal-clear transparency. Gently swaying in the wind, they smiled with grace.
Some were still in bud, half hidden and half revealed, with tiny red dots on
their soft, white furry petals—exquisitely pure. As a warm breeze caressed our
faces, a shower of red petals fell, resembling an ocean tide. From up close,
they revealed their enchanting and diverse beauty, akin to the first makeup of a
young girl. They danced lightly, emitting a fragrance akin to drifting clothes,
captivating with their elegant charm, standing like a crimson pavilion adorned
with light red gauze. The colors ranged from deep red to light red, displaying
an adorable and captivating sight.
The flowers only bloom once before maturing. I traveled thousands of miles,
carried by the wind, traversed countless roads, and finally returned to my
hometown in glory. The passing years went by swiftly, like drifting duckweed. I
yearned for the past, but had no branches to rely on. After traversing thousands
of miles, I found myself back where I started. Every night in my dreams, I
revisit Mount Tai, cross the Yellow River, and pluck the stars and grasp the
moon. During these moments, my heart feels content like a fish in
water—unburdened. I dream of climbing towers, dancing through the seasons, and
witnessing the beauty of illuminated lanterns. In those moments, my heart surges
with excitement, bathed in brightness. I dream of picking mulberry leaves and
fishing in the jade-green stream, experiencing a sense of freedom and
tranquility. My heart remains calm, like still water. I lament that I can no
longer shed tears of the past. The world is full of unexpected changes, and
people experience the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion. Sorrowful
worries continue like a continuous drizzle, but ahead, all the trees return to
spring. When the heart is clear and joyful, it finds pleasure in both happiness
and sadness.
Everyone needs a Peach Blossom Garden in their life, a place where they can bask
in the sunlight and, when lost, erase their scars and discover unseen beauty.
After finding tranquility, we can focus on the passion of life. We may not be
Tao Yuanming, but we can embrace tranquility and equanimity. The realm of
happiness lies in our childhood, where we were carefree. Even as we grow older,
that realm of happiness remains in the same sky. |
