I am a free wind

As a wisp of wind, I am not free.

Other good friends in the family have long since gone out on their own to explore the world and become prodigal son of the world who has been idle all their life. Some of them are looking at the snow at the top of Changbai Mountain, carrying a body full of cold. Some in Hangzhou West Lake willow, let the green fluttered full of arms. Others ran alone to the northwest, stained with wild beauty in the desert. Some danced on the azure ocean, transformed into sea spirits, embracing the sea air back to land.

This is what they said to me, so that my heart is beautiful fury, begging them to take me to see the world together. But because my clumsy body always falls in line, every time to follow a hundred meters will give up so now I am only in the Jinshan this place to linger around.

I think: as a ray of wind, I am not free!

Today, I had a rare early start and was rushed by the morning light to get up for exercise. I paced lazily, yawning in the cold street, blinded by physiological tears. When the eyes regained clarity, an aunt pushing a tricycle slowly approached, with a glass cabinet installed on it. Through the green-blue glass, I couldn't see what was built in, so I ran up to take a closer look, and it turned out to be fresh sizzling sesame seeds. The white sesame seeds were burnt to a burnt yellow color and dotted on the pastry, each one made my taste buds jump and my spirit molecules get more excited! I couldn't resist circling the car, but startled my aunt, who muttered, "It's so windy today!" The tone of voice was mixed with a bit of dissatisfaction. I backed away and stayed to the side, watching the coveted baklava get further and further away from me, being bought one by one by the people buying breakfast.

I've been around the block a few times, or smacked my lips and walked away, it's okay to not eat, it's enough to smell, others have eaten for me!

I didn't think about the baklava, I went to the Sipo River. At this time the river did not open the floodgates, the riverbed was covered with grass. I floated above the grass and swept my toes across the blades of grass, watching the grass shake its head lightly to refuse my request to take them to play, okay? I can only leave in frustration, forlorn demeanor so that the light rain also can not bear to fall down the mortal dust with me. As soon as I saw someone to rely on, the grievances will be calculated as well as the heart, I can not help but cry, choke, and said: why I can not go here? Why don't they like me? I was trapped!

The rain patted my back, without words, and took me to the top of the mountain. He told me to wait.

Wait? Wait for what? I thought to myself, "There's nothing to wait for. But Weiyu just held me down and told me to wait patiently.

Time is short in my eyes. I stood on the top of the hill, and raised my eyes to see the whole city, I saw - the arterial road, white buildings were gilded by the sunset, soaked in the warm haze;

Some visitors took advantage of this time to climb the mountain, stretching in the last gift of the warm sun, sighing in the cool mountain breeze after the rain;

The trees on the mountain are verdant and dripping with golden ink, so they are tainted with the Buddha's nature of compassion, and this haze is a gift from the Buddha of the nine heavens to this beautiful river and mountain.

I saw it, this blooming earth, I see it. I have not sung at the crag, not chanting in the snowy mountains, not in the Gobi to wine, not in the sea to see the moon, but I feel that it is enough. I have found freedom, the freedom of the heart. It was enough.

I was at the top of the mountain, drinking a bowl of dusk, and let the night renew a cup of stars and moon for me.