Appreciation of Happy Prose in Sunshine in Spring

Spring sunshine, bright and warm, is as warm as mother's warm hand, caressing your face and body gently and ironing it to your heart.

Walking on the streets in the spring of March, I am happy and serene. Camphor trees are planted on both sides of the driveway, shaded by green branches, and neat Metasequoia glyptostroboides are arranged on both sides of the sidewalk. The new green is blooming, fresh and tender, like a pink pagoda. Blue sky and green trees should be the most beautiful scenery in this spring. But there is another kind of scenery, the same beauty, which attracts my eyes. This is the woman whose life is in the flower season. They are dressed in light and bright spring clothes, smiling like flowers, charming and moving. They are really beautiful, just like spring flowers in full bloom, swaying in the spring breeze.

Just when I was slightly drunk in this beautiful scenery, a burst of erhu sound floated with the wind, melodious and beautiful, which stirred my soul. Looking up, it turned out to be a busker. At this time, he was sitting on the steps in front of a shopping mall, playing with rapt attention, and there were several pedestrians around him, stopping to listen.

I don't usually listen to pure music, famous western songs, oriental classics and so on. Flowing into the ears of people like me can't stir up any ripples. Maybe it's because they are so perfect; Maybe it's because I have poor taste.

But the music passing by may not be perfect or even proficient, but it often touches the softest part of my heart because of unexpected encounters.

I still remember a deep blue autumn night, I was alone, walking between the tangled rails. An old man selling rat poison is playing a bamboo flute sparsely outside the railway in the distance. The sound of the flute was cold, ethereal and lonely, and it drifted vaguely in the gray-blue dusk, which revised my heart ... Another time, at the end of spring, I left my hometown by boat and was leaning against the fence to be independent. I want to talk, choke, want to turn back, but hesitate. The faint harmonica sound disappears in the muddy Yangtze River bit by bit, which makes people want to cry ... Even on an ordinary day, after passing a community, there is a sudden piano sound, and the piano sound is tinkling and intermittent, and the air is filled with the smell of cooking, which still makes me inexplicably moved. ...

Passing music always seems to make me inexplicably sad and unforgettable.

And on this warm spring day, I met it again-transmitting music. Perhaps the sunshine in the air is bright, or perhaps the freely stretching green trees are fresh and lush. For the first time, I feel that the music passing by can be cheerful and happy. I don't know music, but I feel music jumping, flowing and laughing in the bright sunshine like bright mountain spring. The spring water is surrounded by green grass and flowers, the air is filled with fragrance, and bees and butterflies are flying among the flowers. ...

Such a beautiful season, such beautiful sunshine and such beautiful music, I can't help being happy. The erhu, which always seems to make a sad sound, can also play a cheerful and happy tune!

I stepped up and walked past.

Ah! This is a blind artist. He is not alone. His wife, a blind woman, accompanied her quietly. She was half open, nursing the baby in her arms. This is a lovely pink baby. In this busy street, among the men and women in a hurry, their faces are like a clear spring, serene and quiet, and even somewhat satisfied.

The husband calmly pulls the erhu, which is extremely focused and latent; The wife cares for the charming child in her arms wholeheartedly, and is extremely compassionate and gentle; And that little girl just sucked the sweet milk hard, satisfied and happy. Music flows freely, melodious, brisk and cheerful. And the bright sunshine penetrates this diffuse music, embraces it, and happily spins, lingers and meets in the air. At that moment, I saw love and happiness. It is like the sunshine in this spring, just like the music in this sunshine, which can melt all hardships like ice, transcend all complex sorrows, penetrate the deepest darkness, and then reach the brightest warmth and the simplest happiness.

Suddenly I remembered a lyric: life is circuitous and empty, and I can only understand it with you.

Yes, at this moment, they are happy, because they are accompanied by the warmth of spring, because they have a delicate and lovely girl like an angel, and because they have an eternal love light to illuminate their lives!

At this moment, I am also happy, because of the beauty of this warm spring day, because of the joy brought by this passing music, and because of the love of this street performer family, such as this warm sunshine, spread to my heart.

Perhaps, life is deep-rooted and painful, innate and inevitable.

But happiness is also ubiquitous and unexpected. Happiness is not the end, but there will be no end; Happiness is not a door. When you open it, you can enjoy it.

Happiness is countless moments in the long river of vicissitudes, just like the stars in the dark night sky. Although the light is small, it can penetrate endless darkness and bright and gray sky.

Yes, a bright star can illuminate endless darkness; And that instant happiness, like a star, like a spring flower, is better than that eternal pain, like a long night sky.