The piece of green in the heart

To the courtyard, go to the bird cage before I opened the door, the pachyderm stood at the cage door sticking out its head, head swaying from side to side to observe, and then issued a series of chirps flapping wings flying down on my shoulders. The bird rubs its beak on my hair, emits a small chirp in its throat, moves its claws back and forth on my shoulder, nips, and tears at my collar with its beak, nips, and tears at my sleeve, and, curious, stretches its neck and raises its head sideways to observe my nostrils. Sometimes, without warning, it nips at my lips with its beak, and when I startle it, it lets out a gleeful cry and flies up the courtyard wall, ignoring me. He landed on the fence and ran back and forth. Looking at me. Looking at the sky. Standing on the wall, he leisurely picks his feathers with his beak, then rubs his beak against the wall from side to side, rubs his feathers, and makes a quacking sound.

Sometimes the chirping is converted into a vague human language. The pachyderm is sometimes so funny that I stand in the courtyard and it plays alone in the courtyard. When I move my body, it flies up to my shoulder and stretches its neck to make a gurgling sound. I stand still, and it flew down to the courtyard to play alone, looking left and right between the flower trays, a grain of sand in the beak can also play some fun. I moved my body towards the room, and before I could take two steps, the pachyderm flew down on my shoulder again and made a quacking cry.

There have been several similar scenes before. The pug bird understands human nature, but the joy it brings me cannot dispel the boredom I have been feeling lately.

The sun shone brightly in the sky. The sun's rays were mapped on the west wall, and I looked at the large-leafed hanging orchids growing in the flower pond under the west wall.

Is the green of the pond still there? I remembered the green that I met last year, a pond full of floating lilies.

The last few days, the cup does not stop, perhaps the role of alcohol, the heart of the melancholy can not be ruled out, the heart of the irritable feeling than in the past, not to reduce but to see the heavy. I bit on a cigarette, took two canes, and locked the door to find the pure land in my heart.

The autumn breeze was refreshing and my body was beaded with sweat as I walked along a path lined with bamboo. Yellow bamboo, mud bamboo, spiny bamboo, bamboo leaves as dense as a bamboo tunnel, I walked through the path, the wind blowing bamboo leaves rustling sound, the slight beads of sweat disappeared, I stopped at a small lawn near the river bank. The chirping of birds came to my ears from time to time. I leaned against a clump of yellow bamboo on the bank of the river and watched the clear water flow slowly to the north.

I took off my slippers and stood on the grass, a soothing sensation coming from the soles of my feet. Three or four floating lotus plants were growing in the shallow water, with small stems of stumpy leaves, but defying the cruelty of nature, they gathered together and stubbornly took root and grew leaves. I bit on a cigarette and looked at the tenacity of the crumbling floating lotus, I asked myself in my mind: do you have the same tenacity and perseverance as the floating lotus?

I was silent for a long time, not daring to answer the question I had posed to myself.

What do you live for?

A voice asked me. This voice from the depths of my heart gave me a shock, and I was instantly confused.

After a long time, I answered in my heart: I live to experience the truth and beauty of the human world.

Have you reaped the benefits? The voice was asking me again.

I smiled and said: I found it, whether, in the real human world or the virtual network, I reaped pure friendship. The human world, the true beauty of the human world touches me more, and that is why I can survive.

The voice deep in my heart was silent for a long time and then let out a soft laugh, which dissipated with the faint autumn breeze.

My melancholy mood mapped into a ray of sunshine.

A meter away on a clump of yellow bamboo, flying down a few unknown birds, they landed on the tiny bamboo branches, each jump will make a simple sound. I stood still and watched these birds frolic on the bamboo branches. Perhaps I startled them with the movement of my cigarette, and they let out a series of crisp bell sounds and flew down to another clump of yellow bamboo about five meters away.

The irritable and melancholy mood gradually calmed down, the autumn breeze blowing lightly, time is the best medicine to heal wounds. So the book says. Close to nature is a good remedy for the mood. I felt a deep sense of understanding.

With my body and mind relaxed, I continued to look for the green in my heart.

The river flowed slowly, the grass and bamboo were green, and I suddenly remembered a poem I read some time ago: "The green hills are hidden and the water is far away, the grass is not withered in late autumn in the south of the river. Late autumn, on our side of the sky, is still green and strong.

I strolled to enjoy the scenery along both sides of the river, where I met eight bamboo painting mei, a mending pot bird, and saw eels with their heads poking out of their burrows in a ditch.

I stood at the edge of a pond, originally worried that this pool of green will be destroyed by man, but unexpectedly the green remains, the intense green overwhelmingly to me, my heart is really happy. What I saw was still bright green, floating lotus densely growing on the surface of the water, autumn's decay in these small floating lotus hard to find withering marks. The leaves of the floating lotus are heart-shaped with a greenish, oily sheen, and the floating lotus plants are 20 to 30 centimeters high, crowding the water surface of the pond, with layers of purple flowers on the stems, one of the petals growing out of the pink yellow and light purple texture, looking like a group of purple butterflies flying and hovering among them.

Looking at this pool of green, my heart has been drunk.

The surrounding environment is quiet, the wind blowing through the floating lotus, the wind sweeping through the bamboo, far away, near the intermittent chirping of birds. I looked at this pool of green, lingered, and did not want to leave.

The situation of human life, and the floating lotus how similar!

One person alone can easily get hurt and lost in society, two people can form a family. A group of people can build a village, and a village can change into a city.

What about the floating lotus? A floating lotus can easily die on the river bank! Ten floating lilies grow together but highlight the tenacity of life, a hundred floating lilies floating on the water growing out of the green is a landscape, a pool of floating lilies its beauty, but can shock people's hearts.

The flower glory and flower failure from the normal state, people appreciate people abandon is the heart.

Collect this greenery in your heart, and chew the taste of life.