Time amber

 　　Sunlight came in from the window and climbed onto the blue wall. It was like water flowing down inch by inch. The waterfall was like silk, with a soft and smooth texture. The rich bamboo in the glass bottle has a few more yellow leaves. Roses are wilted, sunflowers are wilted, and Lysimachia is stained with rust. Only the bunch of dried flowers, the broken purple flowers are as fresh as ever.

　　Always thinking about taking it out and throwing it away, always forgetting it, sometimes unintentionally, sometimes intentionally. They once brought me joy so gorgeous. No matter how beautiful the flowers, no matter how beautiful people are, it is inevitable that they will wither. And time, eternally like this, eternally passing away. For no reason think of the tentacles of vines. In the spring, overnight, they "choked" for a long time, as if a child stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck, and his eyes were full of curiosity and joy. Everything in this world is wavering in the spring breeze.

　　Some people say that being good at avoiding is the greatest kindness an adult shows when facing the pressure of reality. But what is the meaning of such kindness? Joy or sadness, gratification or regret, there are so many, beyond words, nothing to say.

　　Walking on the street that day, I was suddenly slapped on the shoulder. Looking up, in the twilight, a strange face looked over with joy in his eyes. I was surprised. Teacher Wang, this is XX. He said that he took a little woman's shoulder easily, Teacher Wang, this is my mother. sky! The fair-skinned boy in my memory, now with broad shoulders and thick arms, already has the appearance of a firework life. After a few moments of chatting, I can't help feeling in my heart when he learns about his life trajectory after university.

　　I still remember that after one morning class, I was correcting my homework. He brought in the buns, grabbed two of them and put them on the test papers, and said, "Teacher, eat first." I was surprised, thinking this steamed bun must be eaten. So, regardless of the red ink on the finger, grab it and eat it. In the empty classroom, he sits down and eats while I sit on the podium to eat. Those two steamed buns have been lying steaming in my stomach for so many years.

　　I also remember that he said in the article that his mother’s "second child" brought him trouble and pain. At that time, he was trapped in confusion and disappointment about the future, and felt deeply the difficulty and boringness of living. The young man's mind is so sensitive and deep, it really shocked me. I found a suitable opportunity to talk with him, deliberately understatement, only talking about the infinite possibilities of the future. Many diseases, whether physical or psychological, are only aids and can be cured. Apart from time, there is love and hope.

　　The market was noisy and the lights flickered. In the hustle and bustle of cars coming and going, the joys and sorrows of the world are all drowned in the darkening night. Watching him leave with his mother's arm, the high and low nestling, the burly and thin set off, such a back, beautiful and warm.

　　The darker and darker green, dark and heavy, no longer the previous fresh lightness. There is only the sound of birds, as if forever young, without a trace of vicissitudes, no dust. Every morning, before the morning sun rises, they will dedicate the most beautiful singing to the world, one after another joyous carols, tirelessly. In the morning light, seeing the empty ground, the little sparrow jumped, chirped and pecked. I think there should be a little broken rice in the bag, so that the lively and delicate finches will be more happy?

　　But only for two or three days, the yellow ge tree that had just shaken off the dust and began to flourish again. Overnight, the arrow-like buds spread out, and the bud scales are flying like rain. Several bird nests hanging on the branches of the sparse branches in the past were submerged by the rolling green waves. Passing under the tree again, the cool green cover came down. Above the tree canopy, the breeze is playing and the birds are jumping. In the endless open space, the sunlight is far and near, above the green leaves, within the body, wandering and wandering. Remembering Yu Xiuhua's words, the sunlight exited the yard, retreating so slowly, and there were many pauses in the meantime, like a choking...