Chapter 683: January 20th: Walking in the narrow alley

January 20th: Walking in the narrow alley

January 20th: Walking in the narrow alley

A gentle breeze, the weather also slightly cold. Some flowers have already bloomed in the chill, and they remain as vivid and fragrant as last year.

Those flowers that bloom first are always in places rarely visited by people: on hillsides or beside the road.

This is what I saw while walking along a narrow mountain path.

When descending the mountain, I said to the flowers blooming in the chill: "I'll wait for you at the crossroads of spring, okay?"

When the sun set, the wind picked up; I don't know whether the flowers that rushed to bloom in early spring have withered or are still in bloom.

I thought, I worried.

I worried that those small flowers blooming in the early spring chill would be blown away by wind and rain, just as I constantly ponder life's trivial details.

Am I that kind of person who obsesses over trivialities?

Love in life is hidden in my heart; my body is its hard shell, tightly wrapping my love for nature and for life.

O world, I remain silent in love. People may have long forgotten my name, just as they forget the small flower that first blooms on the early spring hillside.

O world, please tell me: "That little flower keeps blooming year after year, with similar color and fragrance—does this meaning exist? Or is it also emptiness, chasing the wind?"

Laozi replied: "The smaller things in the world are, the harder it is for people to understand, conquer, or dominate them. For example, the morning dew—no one in the world can command it to fall so evenly, yet it does fall evenly; another example, the small flowers on the hillside—no one tells them to bloom in the early spring chill, yet they bloom there year after year."

Another metaphor, ……

Nature is like this; are human affairs the same, Laozi?

How wonderful, O world!

But, no matter how you say it, spring has indeed come.

Does embracing spring require enough courage?

Walking in the narrow alley, I think as I walk……