In the morning I want to describe the appearance of the seeds🌱

A tiny grain, such a tiny molecule, is a child of nature. For the fruit or seed of the plant in this group of pictures, I can't exactly name it. But I know that the unrestrainedness of each seed blooms its inspection of the universe, its cautiousness at the beginning, the thunder, lightning and wind and rain in its growth, and the once closed and open nostalgia of the world it took away when it got old.

In fact, even if I know it, I don't want to say its name. If I say it, then it is just a seed of a plant. Don't say it, I regard it as a synonym for all plants. All the fruits are their warming beds, just like in the mother's body, the essence of the mother's body is sucked wantonly, so as to breed the power of fission of rocks and guide the direction of the wind. I want to understand my idea as the relationship between human beings and Africans and Europeans. Human beings are all over the world, and Asians and Americans are just a corner of the world. It is obvious that the whole of humanity is infinitely more powerful than parts of it.

When the mother's body is exposed, the seeds are ripe and about to fall to the ground, there must be a cracking sound. Does that sound like our cry? Was that shriveled, flaky peel the twisted body and distorted face of a human mother from the pain of childbirth? Our strength comes from the flesh and blood of our mothers, just as the power of seeds comes from the soil of the earth and rivers. Love our mothers, love the birthbeds of the seeds, love the seeds of us and these plants scattered across the planet.

The so-called melons are ripe, without the maturity of seeds, without the entanglement of vines, how can there be such a beautiful word, without the maturity of seeds, how can there be such a truth in line with the nature of everything? The four seasons are orderly, multiplying, the cruising of seeds, and the footprints of human beings. When the water lily ten thousand years ago opened her eyes today to look for her former partner, the charming and beautiful at this moment is also peeping at the former charm, but fortunately there is no difference, with a smile, we all come from that lotus pod. Together with human beings, it is this piece of land on the earth, and this piece of water on the earth.

The beauty of the world, I think, lies in the most dynamic charm of growth, whether it is as tall and mighty as a young man, or as delicate and tender as a girl, like clouds surrounding mountains and rivers, seeds can become towering trees, in the history of wind and rain There are carved beams and painted buildings. Seeds can also be enchanting grass, greenery like a waterfall, dancing in the moonlight and clear shadows with the breeze blowing, you can imagine me playing with my mother's hair when I was a little girl.

Most of the seeds are round in shape, and the Chinese Bagua map is also round. Bagua pays attention to balance and division. Thinking about it this way, suddenly there are a lot of things I want to say, or forget it, the call of the morning sun, to find out if there is still a world without beads condensed by frozen fog, which seed is roundly reflected? Well, it's okay to look for it.

Life is not full of flowers and beautiful flowers. All the good things come from the contentment in the heart, the love in the eyes, and the attitude of cutting out the complicated and simplifying the thousands of things in the world.
For the rest of my life, I would like to wait for the flowers to bloom with gentleness, and wait for the wind to come with compassion!✨

Thank you!