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Wake up and see a city

Wake up and see a city

By GREGORY FREETPublished 3 years ago • 3 min read

A scholar told me to look at the overall quality of a city, not at the early morning, but at the evening.

I was puzzled and asked why. The scholar laughed and answered that for a person, it is nothing more than the most pure and peaceful in these two situations, one is after bathing, and the other is to get up in the morning. In these two states, the agitation of the soul has been calmed, the toxin of the mood has been suppressed, goodness has just appeared, sin has not woken up, and the person at this time is a person who has been baptized by holiness. Then, these two situations are also applicable to a city.

When you walk in the morning on the refreshing street, night washed the whole city's smoke and miasma, sanitation workers cleaned up the garbage piled up on the corner, on the road, scurrying past, either students carrying schoolbags, or office workers rushing to the unit, or the old man stumbling in the morning exercise, such a city, the streets are clean, the air is fresh, the heart is peaceful, The vision of life is unified, and all people are rushing in one direction - life!

In the early morning of the city, everyone is busy with a manufacturing, making a good life. It is said that everyone who is weaving beautiful patterns and drawing beautiful pictures must have a beautiful heart, because a person who does not have ugliness and vulgarity in his heart cannot produce art in any way.

The city in the early morning is a start with "day" as the relay. This kind of running is not a competitive run, but a free run, because on such a track, no matter what kind of result, is the most satisfactory answer.

The city in the morning is a huge awakening. Grass wakes up in the morning dew, still hanging crystal clear smile; The trees wake up from the morning glow, still dressed in their golden costumes; The birds awoke from their warm dreams, and sang the fragrance of a new day; Children wake up to the call of knowledge, with a heart as pious as a pilgrimage.

The city in the morning is a freshest dress. An hour is worth an hour in the morning. Early morning is the best time to plan your day. A good start is half the battle. If the day is regarded as an article, the morning is the moment to write the title; if the day is regarded as a piece of music, the morning is its most beautiful prelude; if the day is regarded as an embroidery, the morning is its first bright stitch; If you look at the day as a journey, the morning is the first rut on the road of life.

The first birdsong in the morning is the starting gun of the day in the city; The first whistle of the morning is the city's rallying call for the day; The first sprinter in the morning is the engine of the city for the day; The first sanitation workers on the road in the morning are the city's scavengers of the day.

Early morning is a city's maximum lung capacity time, like a young man; Early morning is the most moving time of the day in the city, as if no one knows who has a girl first grown up; The early morning is the time when day and night in the city silently cross over, and everything is new at this time; The morning is a stage, where the waterways of time part ways.

The scholar finally told me: "Whether you live on a skyscraper or in a low bungalow, don't forget to wake up in the morning and look at the city beneath your feet, that is the most comfortable moment of life!" Writing here, I can't help thinking that if a man is a city, then what is his morning? I asked many people, and they gave me a common answer: a wonderful childhood. Since this is the case, why don't we always forget to turn over a childlike innocence, so that the morning of life is always in the mind?

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    Written by GREGORY FREET