Tomorrow, the Beginning of Spring is coming. Spring comes though it is now not that warm while it comes to thrive again after long hibernation from cold days. The lunar calendar is quite different compared to solar calendar. The ancient people left their wisdom by inventing the calculation on climate change to its collaboration of farming.
I was to be told that an old man who could survive through the chilly winter, his life continues. Rebirth from an extreme condition would be bestowed its meaning of existence. About one and half months later, with the warm air, flowers and grass will compete booming. There is no doubt that people again flock into gardens and lakes to admire those beautiful scenes.
Spring begins the start of a year, and gives people the hope. The actuality is everything has to be ready before setting out. We are easily to be ignored that preparation always initiates in the process before it finally shows up. Beneath the frozen soil, seeds are embedded. Under the shriveled leaves, there are buds decorating branches.
After approaching to twilight of everything, there is still the power to light and make full use of its energy to demonstrate. A person’s glorious years may not arrive at an early stage, yet it does not mean that he is to be doomed to get by the meaningless life forever.
At any time, as long as there is a decision to do something, just go for it. It does not cost much time to think over, while it does be painful to act. The individual behaves like an atom in the universe. It sacrifices energy to get rid of its influence from gravity and attraction. Within a second we easily make up a plan, within decades of age, we might achieve something.
The great energy of life undergoes the temptation and distraction. How to cope with this power lies in the wisdom of understanding from nature and perseverance from iron will.
Anxiety is the test to clear up barricades. Let it be. We may find it terrible to stay in the cold weather, and we are feeling awful to go somewhere we have never been to, and we also feel timid to do something beyond our imagination. In the last, we come back to resurrection. It is like a big circle, refresh and clean it self to remain a new status.
The roots of grass are still under the earth, the feeble old men are still struggling to be alive. How come us can not be that confident with hope?