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Breaking the habit of sleeping in, today I rose early to visit
morning, it must be beautiful and profound.
With my bag in hand, I quietly stepped outside and began to jog. The morning was
just unfolding, with a tranquil, bluish-gray sky that still held the faint
silhouette of the moon. The streets were deserted, with only a few farmers
carrying their loads, taking brisk strides. Despite the early spring, a
lingering chill filled the air, yet they rolled up their pant legs, exposing
their sturdy calves, seemingly unaffected by the cold. Gasping for breath, they
seemed to have traveled a long distance. Several young men buying vegetables
pedaled their bicycles, humming rough, off-key popular songs as they flew past
me. What a peaceful morning scene!
By now, the eastern horizon revealed a hint of a pale glow, and the distant
houses became clearer. After a while, a fiery red orb slowly ascended from the
horizon. Like a mischievous newborn, it first showed half of its tiny head,
peeking into the unfamiliar world. Then, it revealed a bit more, finding the
outside world too mysterious to resist. Yet, it remained cautious. Finally, it
sprang out, displaying its entire fiery countenance. The azure sky served as its
backdrop, while the moon made way, and the rooster began to crow. People started
waking from their slumber, some off to work, others selling vegetables. The
world became bustling with activity.
Soon, the streets came alive: bustling crowds, pedestrians coming and going, the
shouts of vegetable vendors, haggling between buyers and sellers, the ringing of
bicycle bells. All merging into a magnificent symphony of the morning. So
harmonious, so delightful!
As the sun climbed higher, its golden rays showered the earth, bringing light to
every corner of the world.
As the saying goes, "A year's plan starts with spring, a day's plan starts with
the morning." Indeed, the morning is the most beautiful time of the day. In this
moment, I remembered the vegetable farmers with their shoulder poles and exposed
calves, and I hastened my pace. |
