I went for a walk in the botanical garden that day, and when I was tired, I sat on the rocks by the lake and rested.
It was quiet, there was not a hint of wind, and the lake was clear and calm as a mirror. The idle little fish swing their waists lightly under the water, like dancing. Suddenly, as if it remembered something, it turned around and swam away.
The fish swam away, and the lake became empty. At this moment, a cloud floated on the surface of the lake, white as a flocculent, embedded in the clear blue sky.
The clouds drifted by, and the sky was eerily clean, deep and illusory blue. The surface of the lake is also blue and unstained, like a fairy who has seen the dust and troubles, and has an otherworldly appearance.
The water is so clear that you can see the fish flying through it, like birds flying across the sky; When you can see the clouds and the blue sky, the water becomes deeper, and it seems to contain the blue sky and white clouds and the whole universe in your heart.
At night, the pool is full of stars. The stars hung in the sky, far away and vast, unfathomable. However, the stars in the water are so close to people that it seems that they can pick one in their hands by bending down, as easily as catching a clumsy tadpole.
Yes, water and people are always close, unlike the reckless and blue sky, with a straight face, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and not easy-going at all. The water is different, throw a pebble into it, and the water grinning, rippling waves of laughter; A small fish swims to the surface of the water, spits a bubble mischievously, and the water is amused, like a demure mother, looking at the mischievous baby in the crook of her arm, and a smile quietly overflows on her handsome cheeks.
There are clouds floating in the sky, birds flying by, even if there are planes passing by, there is still an empty face, no joy or sadness, like an empty mirror after the peach-faced beauty leaves.
However, sometimes when the wind blows, dark clouds float in the sky, and the sky will change color and be violent. I was really angry, and there was a thunderclap with a "click", and the thick raindrops smashed down on the head and face. The water crumpled and beeped. The sky was dark, and the lake became gloomy, and the little fish was so frightened that they did not know where they had hidden, and they did not dare to show their faces again.
After the rain had passed, a few white clouds came to pay their respects, and they wiped the sky blue, as if they had no idea of the lightning and thunder and the storm just now. But the water was different, it became muddy and restless, and there was no blue sky, no white clouds, and no swimming fish.
Sometimes I think that in fact, people's hearts are originally as calm as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, the bright moon and stars, but people are often disturbed by external dust troubles and mess up their minds. It's like a lake after a rain, it's muddy. It's more like a dusty mirror, and some of the good things are gone.