1. Moisturizing things silently

"The sound of wind and rain at night, you know how many flowers have fallen" exposed a scene of destruction with red and green leaves. The noise made people sleepless, as if it was a fright. And the punishment of spasms.

There is another one, which is the seemingly ordinary care that is silently reflected in the details of life. Let the discoverer treasure it endlessly and be moved forever. Du Gongbu once praised it like this -

"Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently."

< p>You can see lotuses blooming in ponds and swamps. The leaves with higher water content will cover the lotus buds underneath. When the raindrops roll on the leaves, the little buds are safe and sound, as if they are sleeping. Old man Bing Xin affectionately compared his mother to this kind of red lotus leaf on the paper, "When the storm in my heart comes, come and cover me." The leaves are speechless, just showing love quietly.

I have heard of countless "motes of dust", and thousands of people spontaneously and anonymously donated. Their love is revealed beyond their ordinary identities. In fact, it is not a mote of dust, but a molecule deconstructed from gold. . They were not asked for, and no one begged them. The dust particles are just fulfilling their obligations as compatriots and practicing the nobility of human nature.

Every detail of life is like a drop of silent rain that moistens everything. It suddenly drifts away and is missed in our peripheral vision. When the eyes are washed away by the moved tears, the world will be clearer and as it originally was.

Shakespeare has a famous saying: "Silent innocence melts people more than many vows." It is thought-provoking.

“God said, Let there be light, and there was light.” This is the sentence pattern of Genesis. Its majestic and majestic momentum trembles the heartstrings.

However, who can find even one example in reality to prove that it has ever appeared?

The sympathy of the lotus leaves may be powerless, and the help of the dust may be in vain. However, these are the most ordinary, so they feel real.

Many people are on the ground, running to pursue things in the sky. However, a light rain fell, and the irritability and red heat on the faces of the pursuers faded away. Everyone suddenly slowed down and listened to how the silent raindrops diagonally wetted their jewelry. The ornaments, whether gold or jade, have been worn and cracked in the process of blindly yearning for glory. The rain silently seeped into these scars, filled them, and smoothed them without uttering a word.

The pursuers watched all this unfolding with fascination, finding an open space in a world that emphasized effects. Their souls rest in this empty space. Then they will think of the red lotus leaves, their mother, the dust, and a group of strangers who they have never met but inadvertently gave them a ride.

Sometimes it is better to quietly touch others with your heart than to punish them violently. This is the silent, ordinary and subtle touch of great love. The drizzle is sneaking into the night on your and my pillow with the wind.

Moisturize things silently, and silence is better than sound.

Let’s meet and dissolve into this rain, falling on the cracked land. Without words, give love quietly, just as you have received love silently.