Saturday, March 10, 2018 Sunny and windy

Around 11 o'clock every morning, it is my time to prepare lunch in the kitchen. At this time, the sunlight began to shine through from the building opposite and shine into the side of the kitchen, which happened to be where I was washing and chopping vegetables. I like to shrink myself into this bright place to warm up my body and mind.

Outside the window is a tree that I can’t name. In the winter climate, only the branches and scattered dead leaves are left, swaying in the wind. I often look at it and I know it is suitable. It’s no longer suitable to take my daughter downstairs to play on the slide.

Separated by a window, no matter the wind or rain, your home will be warm and safe. When you poke your head, you can see the dazzling sunlight, as if you are bathing in the legends of a holy land, only quiet. What lingers in my ears is the sound of my daughter playing with toys in the living room, watching TV, or running and jumping. While I am busy with my hands, I always listen carefully to the sounds from her side. Only when I understand her movements can I feel at ease.

I know that as long as the sky is sunny, at this time, I will meet the sunshine. I already know the daily recipe arrangement by heart. So in the kitchen, I took out the required materials from the refrigerator and started making it step by step and easily. I like such a regular life and never feel bored. How many wars and chaos are there just to find a quiet corner?

How many expectations slowly change into the beauty in memory through habits, and are ignored. I forgot the mottled tree shadows in the sunshine; I forgot the murmur of the blooming crabapple flowers in the spring; I forgot the snowflakes dancing under the dim street lights... I forgot the past self.

Forgetfulness is not terrible. The terrible thing is that the memory forgets you. It no longer comes back to see you and completely abandons you. Like a river, rolling forward, catching the thirst and fighting spirit that will never die, tearing forward and toward the distance. The ignored self is on the other side of the river.

There are some people who do not believe in evil and say that they want to build a bridge. So, after years of adding bricks and mortar to the bridge, some onlookers would laugh at them: "Why are you so stupid?" These smart people chose shortcuts, which is what they are good at. In study, work, and life, they all rush to the distance very quickly.

But those who were laughed at as stupid have always insisted on their own thoughts, examined their true inner emotions, and through the practice of building bridges, they finally met their past selves. They put aside their past resentments and became two. Be one and be a good partner. Although they lost some time and walked slower, they were very happy.

Because I am at ease, I am happy.

In my heart, there is such a river. At first, I just stood on the bridge, watching the river water under my feet float away, watching the journey, and continued on my way. Later, I discovered that it never stopped, day or night, and kept coming back to see me from time to time. The black river water has big waves, accompanied by a lively roar and a roar. I can't tell whether it's imagination or memory. I just know that when it comes to see me, it's the time for me to reflect.

How nice it is to have some time to calm down. Even things that are the same, taken for granted, and normal should be appreciated with fresh eyes. Being content with enjoyment is happiness, being content with being ordinary is life.

At this time of day, I know that the sunshine will come as scheduled. No matter how many people it shines on, in my kitchen, it belongs to me. I watched it reflect the light on my hand, watching the light and shadow change as my fingers took on different shapes. A few seconds of a small game makes me laugh happily while cooking. And it’s great to have such happiness every day.