Years

In my life, I would like to compare time to a beautiful violin more often, for the walkers in my years to listen carefully, listen to the ancient history, and listen to the ups and downs of the times, listen to the rhythm of life and the heart sounds from people’s hearts, listen to the lingering feelings of flowers blooming and falling, and thank the Spring red, and listen to the lingering feelings of the eternal singing on the night of flowers in the Spring River. Yes, time is a history of thousands of years, and what constitutes the connotation and profound connotation of history comes from the life forgotten by time. As the Rambler who comes from behind, it is necessary to stop in front of it with a devout soul and listen seriously: no matter it is sad and crying, no matter it is heavy sigh or cry, no matter it is scattered into mud or she is laughing in the cluster, all these are worthy of my careful pilgrimage. Mao Zedong, a great man of a generation, said that the more the past happened, the more the world changed. Yes, the passage and change of time are not transferred by human will. Mao Zedong, as a close reading and intensive reading of history, as a rambler of the romantic figures in the years, mao Zedong took over the strings handed over by time in his own hands calmly as a winner, and expressed the lingering lofty aspirations from the bottom of his heart affectionately, which deeply touched the world, it touched the literati and poets at all times and in all countries, and even the years themselves were impressed by his exquisite acting skills. Looking at the back of the giant Mao Zedong, who was gradually moving away, the sigh from the years awakened the sleeping earth like thunder. People were ready to move, kneeling down under the flood of iron pillars of the flag of reform, approaching utility and looking forward to everything, it became the main melody played by the years. Therefore, the people of the whole country were floating and impatient, and they came on stage with the expression of a farce that was attacked by mud flow and did not distinguish the true from the false. Fortunately, as an observer or Walker outside the stadium, I have been carefully watching the ups and downs of the rhythm in the stadium year after year, which can be regarded as opening a window for my life experience, A door, through this door and window, makes my heart have another note or an unforgettable episode. As a walker, there is no requirement for life itself, and it is enough to have a simple meal, however, as a life, I can’t let the years pass over the sky in vain, let alone the white clouds floating under the sky easily. I will use my heart to persuade me to stay while sending invitations, express your own notes, your own episodes, as for good and bad, wrong and right, right and wrong, let me modify slowly in the following years! I think it will not refuse this request, nor will it refuse me thousands of miles away. Of course, I promise here that I will present the best feelings and the most beautiful melody to interpret the story in my heart. I will take Tang poetry as the artistic conception, Song poetry as the scenery, Yuan Song as the theme, years and historical vicissitudes as the foundation, and Rambler’s leisurely manner as the level and tone, in addition, with my pure feelings as the background and these elements as the mortgage, I think I will make the released melody more relaxed and melodious. In fact, I also know that as a Walker of time, the best way to exist is listening. This is one, the other is being good at capturing, and the third, merge the heard and captured bits and pieces into the river of life, and then plant peach branches, willows, plum or tea, poems or songs on the riverside, letting them cross the longitude and latitude of time, it provides people who walk here with a poetic home to feed themselves and a relaxing atmosphere to enjoy their ears. However, when I looked back at night, I found that all the people who went there were for entertainment and flirting, and they replaced watching with chasing and playing. Then, let’s put aside these disappointing scenes for a while, be self-righteous and justify yourself. As a rambler, it is far from enough to appear only as a spectator or an observer. Participating in it is the true character of a hero. Of course, I am not a hero in the years, but as the successor and inheritor of humanistic care, I should also be responsible. Looking back on my role in life these years, I have strengthened my pursuit of life, especially in recent years, through the experience of burning cigarettes and boiling words, let the heart be more convinced that the responsibilities and obligations of ramblers in the past and future are more onerous, but in any case, the road is tortuous, and the future is naturally bright. The condition is to stay away from politics, disputes and vested interests pursued by others. If these are achieved, whether it is flowering or fruit, failure or success has surpassed everything the Rambler thinks and thinks. In the years, the author appreciated a person most. He was neither a political tool nor a high-ranking official. In terms of status, he was just a civilian who made a living by forging iron. Relying on his personal knowledge, he could completely squeeze into the superstructure, at least chairman salon had no problem. However, he just made a living by forging iron, indulged in the society, forgot about the rivers and lakes, and listened to the changes of wind and rain as a rambler, listen to the sufferings of the folk, and use the silk strings in your hands to interpret the vicissitudes of time and feelings of life. He was Ji Kang, who was the first chair in the Seven Sages of bamboo forest. Just such a person, a life, has set up a monument for our Rambler. Thinking of him, my heart is happy and inexplicable. At the same time, I think of his ending, which is more than lamenting and crying! Looking back to today in reality, there are still many ramblers such as Ji Kang, which is a blessing of time. However, when thinking of the possibility that the ending may be repeated, do you know whether there are any traces of followers? This is questionable. As the author himself, I think, since the years have given me the mission and handed over the strings to me, I naturally devote all my love and affection to let the melody break through the bondage and shackles of the secular world, you have to play it passionately even for your noble soul

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