Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

We once spent a long period of time with full juice and slow time. Do you still remember those afternoons, sitting in a rattan chair and watching the clouds in the sky change, clearly feeling that several hours have passed, but the sky is still not dark. Every day is full of passion, even going up the stairs is like a happy deer, stepping on the steps, accompanied by little songs all the way, riding a bicycle against the wind, trying to move forward, looking up at the sky, the sun is new every day. In a trance, I remembered that a few years ago, I took a train to Beijing alone. At that time, I was still young, so I was very cautious in everything. In addition, my family repeatedly warned me to do things like a thief. Thinking about it now, it always makes people laugh. I remember that the person opposite me was a bearded young man wearing a hat, like the current literary young people, carrying a SLR camera with him. He took the initiative to talk to me. At first, I didn't dare to say much, but later he talked more, so I relaxed my vigilance and responded a few words. From him, I learned that he was a new photographer, not famous or optimistic, but never discouraged, contented and calm. In such a flashy society, there are very few people like this, not to mention that it is not easy for a young man who is full of vigor to be so indifferent to gains and losses. On the second day on the train, he was still calm and showed me his works. When I was reading them enthusiastically, he suddenly exclaimed: "Look! Look!" I followed his eyes: clusters of wild flowers seemed to bloom in my eyes at that moment, as if life became extraordinary at that moment. He stood up suddenly, put on his backpack, hung up his camera, said goodbye to me, and got off the train halfway. I saw him walking a long way along the railway alone. I knew that he would freeze that scene under the blue sky. After meeting him, I began to think about whether I was too careful and serious in my life and had become mechanical in the fast-paced life. I am not as brilliant as flowers in my blooming years. In life, I forget to smile for a flower and be happy and excited for a new leaf. Should I slow down my pace and make some time for myself to think and be grateful? So, I began to change slowly. I would get up early to watch the rising sun, feel the warmth of the sun, be moved by a blade of grass, feel sad for a song, do my best for those who need my help, sigh for the staggering old man, giggle for the active children, and be proud of every ray of light in life. I found out that I don’t have to go with the flow. I am not someone’s flower. I will be a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, deep roots, and the years will leave rings. I should be more happy to watch my scaled growth; I found out that growing slowly and gracefully, slowing down the pace of life, holding a book by the stove when the moon shyly hides, reading carefully, and then slowly closing my eyes. At that time, let the world’s brocade prosperity be in my heart. This is the ultimate life! Slow like a tree, elegant like a poem. It is time that waters my life. I am closely connected with nature and treat it with honesty. Regardless of the ups and downs of life, the bumps and twists of growth, I will eventually be a big tree, with flowers and fruits, and a firm and peaceful heart. In this way, there is no need to be afraid of the chaos of those times. Because those calmness and no regrets will be like evergreen vines, climbing every season of life...