I firmly believe that I will embark on this journey to find the magnolia flowers in the temple before the wind and snow wreak havoc. I eagerly awaited a glimpse of her still graceful demeanor, as she swayed lightly in the cold wind. Like a soft dancer, magnolia dances gracefully in the wind and snow, her beauty and tenacity are like a hymn to life, telling the rhythm of tenacity and unyielding.
Just as the heavy clouds obscured the sky, only in the moment of the breeze, a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds, sprinkling the brilliant spring light on the earth, so as to reveal the splendor of spring. However, I did not stop to appreciate the sudden blooming of red plums and the splendor of smoke like clouds.
I galloped in a hurry, just for the long-awaited reunion in my heart. The years are like a shuttle, time is like an arrow, and the years come as scheduled.
On a normal day, I rarely set foot in the temple to burn the incense of that pillar. But today coincides with the day of the God of Wealth, and I also reverently lit three pillars of incense, blended into the bustling crowd, and bowed together. I don't ask too much in my heart, but I ask for a sincere piety.
I like to see the purple smoke drifting freely in the wind, they carry the expectations and hopes of the world, but they are beyond the red dust, unbound by the world. They may or may not be able to carry people's prayers to the horizon, but they are providential.
In the smoke, I felt the hustle and bustle of the world, and also felt people's desire and pursuit of a better life. Those smoke and dust are like dreams in people's hearts, ethereal and real.
I stood quietly and watched the purple smoke dance in the wind, and my heart was at peace. I know that no matter how many sticks of incense I burn, no matter what I pray, the final outcome is in God's hands. All I need to do is keep a pious heart and let the smoke carry my expectations and go with the wind.
I gently put on the little white dragon hat I had just taken off, and walked straight towards the blooming magnolia. This familiar path, with its porches and panes, whispers memories of the past. Today, I came just right, with the intoxicating fragrance wafting in the breeze and the flowers looking even more delicate in the bright sunshine. Even the layers of clouds radiated a serene blue.
I obsessively looked up at the magnolias in full bloom, as if looking up at a dream. In the midst of the crowds, I couldn't help but let out a few exclamations, and the admiration stopped for its beauty, and was intoxicated by its richness.
I stood quietly under the flowers, looking at the magnolia flowers falling lightly in the wind, and watching the pure white and flawless bloom under the clouds, as if that wisp of fragrance was the wine made from rain and dew. The years are like flowing, and this cup of clear wind is like a jade liquid, giving to the vast sky.
I walked through the mountains and rivers, and every step was full of reverence. In front of every solemn temple, I paid deep homage, and my heart was only for the promise of returning to the flower tree. I was always vigilant not to miss a single encounter with her, and I savored the beauty from every perspective.
Eventually, as I sat on the stone steps in front of the temple, the world around me seemed to disappear, leaving only the lush magnolia in my heart. I looked up quietly, my mind free of distractions, all my tiredness and troubles dissipating in the breeze.
I immersed myself in this tranquility, feeling the fragrance of Magnolia and reminiscing about the bits and pieces with her. Under that piece of flowers and trees is our former paradise and the eternal memory in our hearts. I know that no matter how many times I cross, no matter how many peaks I climb, my heart will always yearn for that flower tree, always waiting to meet her again.