There is a warm sun in winter, don’t let it down
Article | Feng Weiying
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When early winter came, it rained continuously for several days. It was so cold that I almost went into hibernation, but I had to endure getting up early to go to class. torture.
The moment I put my frozen hands into my pockets, I remembered one day last year during the Chinese New Year at home. When I was leading my sister down the stairs, she took out her hand and held my hand and said, "Sister." , I will lead you downstairs, the weather is cold, but my hands are warm."
Suddenly a warm current came over me and flowed into my heart.
After class in the evening, I went to the canteen and ordered a cup of latte. I sipped it in small sips, and the warmth instantly spread throughout my body.
My roommate bought back a fish, a light pink fish with a very sweet name - little kissing fish. It really had flaming red lips. It opened and closed as it breathed. I pursed my lips and pretended to kiss. I saw it approaching the edge of the glass jar, facing me, as if it was responding.
A literary friend in Zhejiang told me that the letter he wrote to me had been sent and was waiting for me to check. When I think of the cherry blossoms in Zhejiang, the letter seems to be dyed with the fragrance of the flowers, turning into petals and flying in the wind.
It was getting warmer over the weekend. When I was walking on the road, I saw the sunlight hitting the leaves, like a layer of gold, and it was as beautiful as a movie scene with a filter.
The succulents that had been knocked over by the storm on the small balcony of the dormitory slowly turned into the pink color I expected, and sprouts sprouted, facing the direction of the sun, like a beautiful flower.
A sentence suddenly crossed my mind: There is a warm sun in winter, don’t let it down.
It’s so good, now I still have a heart that can be soft and sweet as long as some small warm things happen.
I really like a coffee shop. There is a group of cats in the cafe. There are more than a dozen cats in total, big and small. They burrow under the wooden tables, rub against the trouser legs of customers, and some even jump on the table to sleep lazily.
There are mostly girls in the cafe. Running after cats all over the house, trying to pick one up in my arms.
I picked up a small fold-eared cat. The gray-white fur will squint its big eyes comfortably as soon as I hold it in my arms, and lie quietly and obediently in my arms. I couldn't help but rub my chin against its soft, fluffy fur. When I saw it open its eyes and look at me, I really wanted to kiss it.
She is simply a little angel, no wonder she is so lovable. Customers kept coming to the store, but those who were there had no intention of leaving.
It’s because such gentle time is so rare.
This kind of beauty that is actually held in your arms and touched in your palms is like an unexpected fate in a movie, like a love letter from someone you like, like the sun falling on your hands. On the page of the book, as soon as you look up, you are greeted by a pair of smiling and bright eyes.
In fact, the first time I encountered this store was a heavy rain.
That day, my roommate and I went to register for the certification test. It rained heavily, and we were so soaked that we ran into a store not far away to fill our stomachs that had been empty for a long time.
So as soon as I walked in, I seemed to encounter all the beauty. Those miserable moods of being soaked in the rain were driven back thousands of miles away by these gentle beauties.
Who said that -
You are gentle and have your own strength.
This kind of power can withstand all the cold, melt the frost and snow in severe winter, and allow us to embrace the world without any grudges even after we have tasted the edge of life.
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I am not the kind of person who is calm at any time and under any circumstances, so I am always nervous and worried about small things, and I tend to feel restless.
Exams, competitions, assignments, manuscripts that become uninspired in the middle of writing, and even the confusion caused by the occasional thought of the future can make me feel at a low point, and my whole body will be full of gloom.
I don’t like to carry negative energy, because if there is too much negative energy, it will always burst out, like a hedgehog, hurting the people around me who care about me.
Every time at this time, I want to walk outside, want to vent, want to look into the distance, take a deep breath, expel all the discomfort and depression from the body, and collect the softness inside.
Once a friend took me for a walk on the train track next to the school.
The train track is built at a very high place. When you climb up the high stairs, you can turn around and see the vehicles running on the road far away, see the fields far away, and hear the wind blowing in your ears. The sound of the wind came clearly, without the beautiful filtered scenery in the movie, but it was as gentle and calm as a casual sketch, with a sense of laziness and casualness, plain and real, and there was a sense of silence or communication. Beauty and relief.
A person’s heart is small and cannot hold too many emotions. We must learn to deal with it regularly, dump those bad, turbid, expired and spoiled emotions, and replace them with clear, quiet and soft ones. , let the beauty in your heart burn like firewood in autumn.
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There was a time when I was very busy and became addicted to drinking coffee to refresh myself, but I didn’t like it too bitter, so I would add sugar and milk. Finally, when I encountered cocoa, I didn’t like it at all. I hesitated to abandon coffee, regardless of its original purpose of refreshing myself. I just wanted this bitter-sweet taste, which is very fragrant and very addictive.
Many times I feel that life is like a cup of coffee. You taste the bitterness yourself and add the sugar yourself.
Although bitterness can make people sober and self-sufficient, it can also make people feel depressed and unbearable after tasting it for a long time. Adding sugar makes me feel healed and powerful.
There is a passage in "Dead Poets Society":
We read and write poetry not for its dexterity. We read and write poetry because we are human beings. And humans are full of passion. Medicine, law, commerce, engineering, these are noble ideals and necessary to sustain life. And poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are the reasons for our existence.
We hold on to the hope of survival and pursue beauty. Only by intertwining bitterness and sweetness can we have a deep sense of satisfaction, be always enthusiastic, and never feel bored.
Around my neck I wear the jade pendant that my grandfather brought back from Beijing, on my wrist the red agate that my mother went to the temple to beg for, and the silver bracelet that I have had since I was a child. Everything is a blessing and a sincere thought, pious and sincere. It seems that wherever you go and see them, you will feel warm.
The only thing I feel is luckier than others is that I am sensitive to all the beautiful things.
I am easy to be sad and easy to be happy; I am easy to be brooding and easy to let go.
Perhaps the concept of the word "beautiful" is too broad and too broad, and it varies from person to person. For some people, it is wonderful to lie on the beach in Hawaii and bask in the sun. It is wonderful to drink red wine and eat steak in a Western restaurant. It is wonderful to travel to the UK in first class. It is wonderful to indulge in Starbucks while carrying a brand-name bag.
For some people, even if they hear a bird chirping in the morning, see the stars at night, or see a rainbow in the broken city sky after the rain, it is all beautiful.
I belong to the latter.
I always want to have a treasure chest to collect all the pictures, sounds, light and shadow, colors and smells.
I want to read it later and feel a sense of surprise and satisfaction. If I want to tell others about my story in the future, it will not be about the monotonous growth experience, but about how many good things in this world are worthy of our attention.
Just like the warm sun in winter, the cool breeze in summer, the fragrance of flowers in spring, and the refreshing coolness in autumn.
They are small and silent, but beautiful and firm.
I cannot bear to live up to it, nor do I want to live up to it.
I know that the world I will step into in the future will be bigger and more exciting, the temptations will be richer, and the blood with ambition will be hotter and boiling. I still hope I'm the latter.
Don’t let too many extravagant hopes dilute your happiness.
The picture comes from Duitang.com
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The elective class showed the movie "The Return of the Great Sage", and saw the Great Sage holding the deceased little monk Liu'er. When my hands were crying until my heart broke, my heart also became sour.
At the end, I heard a familiar "Great Sage". As the great sage looked back in surprise, the movie ended at that moment.
The ending is very open, leaving plenty of room for imagination for the audience.
Liu'er must not have left.
Because I always want to believe that the coldness that this world gives to people is ultimately more than the beauty.
And we need to be more sensitive and cherish the little happiness the world gives us.