Read the essay "Morning in Grain Rain"

Early in the morning in Grain Rain, I walked in the wind, watching the twilight of spring, the maturity of new green and the pomegranate flowers in early summer. Thinking of the wall full of tea I came across the other day, I suddenly realized, yes, spring is running out. In the non-stop pursuit, in this early spring, in the overlapping beauty, I spent all my time watching the flowers fall.

In the last solar term of this spring, I am not sad because of the passing of spring. Changes in nature have always been adaptive, and there is no end to this adaptability.

Who knows, the rain and flowers in Grain Rain are more charming? Rice is full of water. Isn't it going to be harvested in autumn? Spring flowers have faith, no matter how unhappy the world is, vegetation has never been negative to people, and I have been cured in the breath of nature.

I don't know when cordate telosma came with the wind. Pale pink is more elegant in green. Now I know the name of the little white flower. When it falls white, it is a purple plush ball, which is very dreamy. Remembering Lotte once said that "the world is full of flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in mountain temples begin to bloom", I suddenly want to see the Dalin Temple that sank into the bottom of the lake, not to pay homage, but to see his peach blossom garden and the sky outside the secular world.

Just like I leaned down, sank into the grass smoke, looked at the moss, and read a sentence for the buds that fell in the soil, "Turn into spring mud and protect the flowers more."

There are so many beauties in life. Although there are many sufferings in the world, spring always heals all beings in silence. "There is great beauty in heaven and earth without saying anything", no matter how noisy the world is, it can be quiet in the breath of nature.