Even far from my sight, I could still see it clearly, its color, every curve, and the lines it used, round, perfect. Is there really a little yellow flower there? Or is it just a figment of my imagination? Pure petals, pure stamens, pure sepals, receptacle, stem, leaves with interwoven veins, pure rootlets weakly holding onto pure soil, sipping pure water and pure nutrients from the soil in small sips. A pure little yellow flower.
A small droplet, a small droplet under the tip of a stone, about to fall into the tranquil surface of the lake. On the crystal-clear ellipsoidal surface, it reflects floating clouds, blue sky, forests, flowing water, and a face, a face with squinting eyes, a somewhat confused face. Can the ellipsoidal surface of the small droplet really reflect endless time and space and all phenomena? What is enclosed by the ellipsoidal surface, is it the small droplet? Or the entire universe beyond the droplet? A miracle condensed from 10 to the 24th power water molecules, a reverie of 10 to the 24th power water molecules... Is there really no small droplet there? Or is it just a figment of the mind? Pure hydrogen, pure oxygen, pure water molecules condensed into a pure small droplet.
A small droplet is about to fall, the droplet falls, the droplet lands on the tranquil surface of the lake, creating concentric circles, small circles, expanding circles, dissipating circles, accompanied by the lingering sound of water droplets, gently plucking at the heartstrings, a miracle of 10 to the 30th power water molecules and air molecules intertwined, wave after wave, in the eyes, in the ears, dissipating... fading away... I wonder, is there truly a boundary between them?
Even far from the water, I can still hear clearly and see distinctly, the distant sound of dripping water, and the concentric circles of light and shadow intersecting. Are they on the water's surface? In the air? Between molecules? Or are they figments of my imagination? The smooth, flat, crystal-clear surface of pure water, without a single dent, a single radius of pure arc, and the simple, ethereal, pure sound of dripping water.
Her at dusk, sitting on the grass with a smile, under the shade of deciduous trees, her gaze seemingly focused on the infinite distance, gazing at the boundless colorful clouds, bathed in the orange-red interwoven light, occasionally lowering her head, lost in thought, then looking up, smiling in praise of the colorful clouds, smiling as innocently as the sunset.
Even if the scene is no longer there, I can still see clearly, the orange-red interwoven light, the clouds, her smile under the trees, more radiant than the colorful clouds. Is there truly a dusk image there? Or is it an illusion? Is there truly a her? Or is it a figment of the heart? In her heart, is there, like in mine, a pure sunset, pure clouds, and pure orange-red interwoven light? A seamless, pure glow.