Night

San Geng has a dream book as a pillow, thousands of miles of pregnant people moon in the peak, it is said that it is the poem of the scholar Ji Xiaolan in Qing Dynasty, I have not carefully researched, however, no matter who said it, it is no longer important, being able to taste such simple and quiet sentences is originally happiness. I like this poem, but because it tells a state of life, that kind of free and easy and quiet, in today’s view, is hard to find. Because of the limitation of conditions, the ancients finished enjoying the poetic life instead, leaving nothing, boredom, noise and so on to the present people, making them feel depressed and want to say something, most of the ancients have said it; Moreover, it is hard to reach whether they say or not, or they can’t reach that level, which makes them more angry and helpless. In fact, I seem to have forgotten this poem for a long time. First of all, this kind of life has been gradually far away. I once remembered that it was common to think about the first dozen of thoughts in school and work. If you encounter a good book, you will always race against time to watch it, and you will not give up until you finish it. Lying on the bed at night, I couldn’t know when the book fell on the pillow, and I was still enjoying the literary fragrance in sleep. Sometimes, when I woke up, I suddenly realized that I hurried to find it and continued reading. The most annoying thing was the power failure, which made the water rise, and suddenly fell into darkness. The suffocation and impatience all came from the inability to read. As a result, candles are always prepared at the head of the bed on weekdays in case of emergency. Maybe books can also be used to ward off evil spirits. In the folk concept, nightmares generated by nightmares at night are related to the invasion of evil spirits into people’s minds. Therefore, elders always sleep when you are sleeping, I told you to put a book under the pillow, so that you would feel the dawn without nightmare. That was the real Sancha had a dream book as a pillow. To say that people nowadays are lying in bed, holding a mobile phone in their hands, groggy and still not satisfied, it should be similar to nightmare or even more than nightmare. If you put a book beside the pillow, looking through a few pages at will, isn’t it a good solution to ward off evil? After a long time, I finally remembered this poem because of the experience of one night a few days ago. That night, when I came back from the outside, I saw a magazine piled up on the sofa. I went there casually and read it. In fact, magazines have been piled up for a long time, but they just stick to mobile phones and computers every night, leaving them cold. Looking through it at that time also came from a kind of compensation psychology after spending money to subscribe. Who knows that I didn’t surf the Internet for the first time, and I had a taste of reading. Unconsciously, I fell into a dream and woke up at about in the morning. I only felt that for several years, especially after I had a mobile phone and a computer surfing the Internet, I have never been so sweet as a dream, which may be attributed to the book. It seems that books are still needed to cure our fickle, boring and anxious insomnia life now. Just as Liu Xiang said, books still have medicines! Thousands of miles of pregnant people moon in the peak, is also talking about another realm of life, but on the surface, there is a dream book when the pillow and thousands of miles of pregnant people moon in the peak is not related, but from the state described in the two poems, there is a taste of quiet, beautiful and distant life. The sound of wind and rain comes from night, and the fragrance of ink is refreshing; Drink wine to the moon, and Miss Qingfeng. Read quietly, Miss quietly, the wind and rain are hard to hear, the bright moon knows my heart, how beautiful and comfortable it is! But this kind of artistic conception was also shattered by the impact of mobile phones and computers, losing the original flavor, mixed with the strange smell of high technology, without a long aftertaste, without the foil of the bright moon and Qingfeng, the instant direct connection, which wanted to chew after several days and years, was gone and the wind passed without trace. If we meet the ancients, the swan goose will send plain notes thousands of miles away, and wish to meet each other alone under the moon. This kind of emotional suffering is so calm, even if the wine goes into sorrow and turns into tears of lovesickness, but I still worry about the moon, open-minded, free and easy to make you feel ashamed. From this point of view, is the expression ability we gradually lose happy or sad, or is it mixed? In the era of communication by letters, we spread out a letter paper, holding a pen, thinking thousands of words, writing half a word. In the process of writing words and writing words, the whirlpool of emotion is sublimating, in boiling, when carefully folding the letter paper which took countless efforts, aren’t we treasuring the mellow of our feelings? If now, in the face of mobile phones or the Internet, even if we express so hearty and full of emotion, how much aftertaste can you really deserve in your spare time? Maybe our brains and thoughts have already been implanted with programmed software, so that we have no time to filter language from thoughts and let emotions shine in the moonlight. Even when we get together with relatives and friends for many times, we become a platter of wine and delicacies. The smell is so strong that you lose your appetite. It is not like a pot of wine or even a cup of green tea between flowers, but what about the boundless tranquil and natural friendship? A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet each other. Many things in ancient and modern times are talked with laughter. All the achievements in the years will be blown away by the wind and rain. What else can’t be put down in life? I was so tired in my life that I felt uncomfortable. If we can calm down and hold a book, we may not suffer from insomnia; If we can slow down and spread out a piece of paper, it may be more real. The poetic life of life is not only written in poems, but also planted by ourselves. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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