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In Chinese culture, there is a saying, "A year's plan starts
with spring, while a day's plan starts with the morning." Although the
morning is important, I have always loved the dusk the most.
When I was young, I wrote on a blank piece of paper, "Never waste the
beautiful morning light." Holding a book, I basked in the first rays of
sunlight from the East, reflecting the brightest smiles of my teachers and
parents. But what they didn't know was that the happiest time of the day was
after the sun had set. Unlike the structured routine of coming home, eating,
and doing homework in the afternoon, I could take light steps and
momentarily forget about studying. I adored everything about dusk, from the
green apricot tree in the neighboring orchard to the butterflies among the
rapeseed flowers on the roadside to the jumping grasshoppers on the field.
Sometimes, I yearned to become a cloud in the evening breeze, leisurely
drifting in the vast blue sky, feeling free.
Childhood dreams are just dreams. With the cycle of the seasons, spring to
autumn, I have grown up. "Thirty years old is the age to stand firm, forty
years old is the age of no longer being confused." Shouldn't I persuade
myself to cherish my time in the dawn's light? No, I still love dusk.
Walking aimlessly, my mind is empty, but my soul is filled with the wind. A
farmer pushing a tricycle, her lazy expression like a wildflower growing on
the hillside, unappreciated but self-absorbed. The aroma of boiled corn
wafts from a small courtyard behind the wall, taking me back to the
countryside, where my friends and I sneakily searched for corn cobs, hoping
not to be caught by the old man called Doggie. A street lamp lights up in
the distance, perhaps it will rain tomorrow. Countless moths are performing
a reckless love story, and the protagonists are not unfamiliar - they are
the innocent, vibrant, and lovable versions of myself and my friends.
The day is short, and many people choose to race in the morning breeze.
However, I am willing to fall behind and lose myself in the dusk. Stay in
its tranquility, its color, and its fragrance. Because the peacefulness of
dusk still retains the warmth of the sunlight. |
