Ink

The River of Time is rippling, the willow branches on the riverside float with memory, the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, facing the river bank, facing the life near the Sunset, facing the scenery passing all the way and the road extending under the feet, unwittingly, the rising and falling of the tide in my heart sang: what a quiet afternoon, the poetic ink and ink swam in my heart, and I enjoyed myself under the sunshine tree. I am extremely simple in my life, so simple that I don’t have a dime in my pocket, so simple that I have 2.1 lines, and so simple that there is no one worthy of letting me pour my life or do whatever I want, and it is because of this, life is strong in selflessness and no desire. If you want to sing, you can sing, you want to sit, or you can do nothing, that is, the so-called sweeping response and letting nature take its course. I have been used to this kind of life for a long time. A book, a cup of tea and the bright moonlight in front of the window alone sit in the dim woods, singing scriptures and poems, and sigh with joy and joy. Yes, time flies like an arrow. In 30 years, it changes the world. The memories and fragments of life passing by are as clear, clear, deep and sorrowful as the moonlight and flowers in the Spring River written by Zhang Ruoxu. Last night, the small building and the East Wind night, life stood in the years when the water was exhausted and occasionally looked around, and found that all the vegetation hills, ravines and fields had been different, only the maple leaves standing in front of the window are burning red in the autumn day year after year, year after year, only Begonia is still waiting for faith, and the bottom of my heart is safe and quiet, and with the swaying wind, I bow my head to my hometown. Usually at such a moment, I was attracted by bees and butterflies in my heart. The eight-Chi Cave Flute sounded leisurely, like sobbing and complaining. An antique long axis was wantonly permeated in the dusk, which made my pen and ink beautiful and my life happy. A string of familiar names in the notes came lightly from the winding road of history: Chen Ziang, Li Yishan, Liu sanbian, du Zimei, Ouyang Zi who was drunk by mountains and rivers, and Liu Rushi who was both talented and beautiful, yun Niang and Dong Xiaowan came in a hurry and became my uninvited guests. They sat or waited, played the piano, talked, or poured and drank. In an instant, the chamber was fragrant and their life was smooth. A Song of high mountains and flowing water lasts for a long time, a song of plum blossom, three lanes and Uncle night’s Guangling scattered joyfully and loudly, putting the soul into the bamboo forest pasture, the Frontier outside the Great Wall, what a charming scenery! He drove the boat left by Su Zi in Chibi to search for the ancient battlefield where the golden Gobi horses and horses swallowed thousands of miles like tigers, and his soul went through every step, Leaving high mountains and long waters to let life wander along the river to see the scenery of the North. Thousands of miles of ice, life came to Beethoven’s hometown again, where there was a wine workshop brewed by Rhine River, and the music was melodious in the wine workshop, humorous music, humorous music, sonatas, fantasy music, mini-step dance music, as well as sonatas, Flexo, slow board, Allegro, one song after another. I sat there quietly and saw Goethe, Liszt, Chopin, Mozart, Haydn, Holderlin, Rilke, Schopenhauer and Nietzsche. They were all high-spirited and bookish, but occasionally disdain and rebellion, conceit and anger will appear in the eyes. Their language is either arrogant, sad, or like falling flowers. Their fingers are as slender as scallion tubes and as delicate as orchid, but they are all well-trained swordsmen when dancing. They break through the five passes and kill six generals. They are heroes and heroic! I like this scene, this scenery and more poetic. Sunset at dusk, starry sky, a glass of Blue Devils or whisky, drunk Time, woke up the soul! Of course, the poetry of pen and ink also flows into the river with the meaning of chest! I went to the west tower alone without words and saw the end of the world. It was the most open and favorite place in my life, because it could not only decorate other people’s dreams, but also beautiful the lingering in my heart, the poetry of pen and ink at once. If I belong to art in the foundation of life, then there is no doubt that my soul belongs to pen and ink. Otherwise, how can I not help burning smoke and boiling words in my life, and how can I be willing to be lonely and lonely? In the mountain roads and life scenery I have traveled one after another, I will not miss the lively scenes, let alone participate in them. What I admire and appreciate is always the silent world brought by pen and ink, because only there can my life and soul be quiet, released, joyful and joyous! The reason why my life is so simple, my life is so clean, and my soul is so transparent, is not that I get it by following the circumstances, but that I have been prepared at the beginning of my life. When I chose the ocean, my heart naturally had to sail with the waves, and the Spirit naturally had to soar with the flying birds and explore far away with the rhythm of the waves, patrol the diving place of the tank Nick which I am fascinated by, whether it is a beautiful paradise or the romantic garden of Eden, I admit that I can’t catch the breath of life, nor can Beethoven clamp the throat of life to create a solemn heroic symphony, nor can he write shocking works like George Orwell. However, it is combined with the poetic style of ink and ink, it can make my life have more hopes and hopes, and it is my greatest wish in my life to get peace and happiness for this. I dare not say that the cultivation and retreat of these years have given me a new life, but I dare say that due to the moistening and feeding of pen and ink, my soul has been calm and calm in quietness. In my lifetime, I don’t expect to be surrounded by wine luminous cups, which is not what I want. Plain as water is true. Yes, I will never forget the simple life of picking chrysanthemum in the East fence and ploughing Nanyang. As the saying goes, Danbo Mingzhi is quiet and far away, and it will always be the scenery that cannot fade in my life! If life lives like this and ends up for it, it can be regarded as a kind of grace and God gift. In my opinion, there is no better poetic life than managing my own life, arranging life and time, cultivating independent thoughts and free spirit. The reason why I am so determined and willing to be lonely, plain and simple is not because I don’t have seven emotions and six desires, children and parents, fame and wealth, and worldly wisdom in my life, it is because of the long-term combination of soul and ink poetry. I also know that the happiness gained by life and vulgarity being in harmony, and the soul and the secular world going with the flow is naturally much more than a person’s happiness. However, the teachings of the dead, like the husband, often overflow in his heart day and night, this forced me to listen to my inner voice, which was small but powerful. Frankly speaking, for more than thirty years, I have not failed to live up to the giving of time, nor to the sweat I have paid. Although simple life has made me lose a lot of flowers and plants, I do not regret that I have grown into a forest today, even for this complacency. Looking at the chapters flowing out of the pen and ink, looking at the life full of vitality, the soul reveals not only singing, but also the brilliance and joy like flowers and starry sky! 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Flower

I. Gardenia. I met a kind of white flower called gardenia when I was studying in university. Several white petals were scattered and orderly, it made up a white flower repeatedly; At that time, I noticed that it was on a hot summer night, it just rained, humid and stuffy, and I just came back after watching a movie, when passing by the school stadium, a wisp of leisurely fragrance suddenly came over, refreshing, light, neither thick nor greasy, but once you smell it, it is unforgettable. So the four undersides detected the origin of the fragrance, Ho, the shrub at the edge of the stadium was Gardenia, this one, that one, lined with the moonlight pouring like running water, dark leaves hidden in Moonlight hazy, green leaf hang with, of a mutual take arm, together brush, like di tuo holding fairy that only fragrance. And that surrounded by the protagonist, no low-key, hold her high receptacle, eagerly overlooking A, one of the attitude like Waterlilies, lightness finds-like Lotus reveal a sharp angle, without shyness occupation branches most high-end, White appalling-the only white lotus in vaguely leaf shadows in very eye-catching, like Moon River surface rest White Swan…… Suddenly, I felt a little inexplicable sighing: Alas, I haven’t been in school for a day or two, why haven’t I noticed this flower which is unwilling to be lonely? Apply that now fashionable style, you see and not to see, I was there, never abandon. Suddenly limb abuses of the brain controls, I a stride runs to the flowering shrubs front, about a scan, while no one saw, picked up the most fresh, put in hand, secretly back to dormitory! Roommates are sleep, I quietly climbed own place, lay down nets, that a private goods inserted in the mosquito net Middle, wow, beautiful Xin fresh immediately dispersed in my little world, breathe deeply a few, fantastic, feel its aroma Qinru the bottom of the heart, than drink the honey, goods the liqueur also very touching! No wonder ancient Xiangfei so like do flower bath, over time Quintana aroma winding, become worthy of the name of the flower fairy! Haha, we first do a back pirates flower thief, value! Flash many years passed, two days ago in Street see a sell Gardenia of Hawker, I picked out a most wanted. Look at me with back that Bud flowers, tip from time rippling her bloom, Revel yet. A glitter, that for a long time storage of memory, suddenly without warning to into my thinking Inner Senses, allowing no explanation of, grabbed me to go toward to a dozen years ago Mercedes, that first and gardenia encounter reappear in front, second degree encountering is how sweet and melancholy! However, the flowers in front of us are fresh, and our mentality is still young, which also makes up for some sad aftertaste…… Why do you prefer gardenia? Main is her taste for me is great temptation. She’s the kind of not Enterpise, also not showboat, bu jiao made, atmospheric, non-serious, clear, reveals a fresh, narcissistic, self-pleasuring, if Will Gardenia metaphor for a class person, I watched like a candle light up others, burns himself of the people’s teachers are most well-deserved, don’t you think? Two, one now of peanut this is not a general sense of peanut, I here refers as an open flower her short life. In the dead of night, the surroundings became very quiet. They were so quiet that they could hear their own breath. They were listening to light music while enjoying the silence. Suddenly, their ears caught different sounds, seemingly something slipped? Look around: Original is, original is, around flowers in vase falling down several petals, so front for a while or complete flower, motherfuckers this suddenly to fragmented? Is she going to end herself? Darcy, from as a budding flowers I ripped florist home, raised in vase, to her away from me, before is 7 days! Even if every day, I give her sun, her changing fresh water, hope extend her life, but she is know life end of, the end of own ends, so-called I quietly go as I quietly, do not take a cloud. Alas, heart flashed a poem: Blossoms fade and fly all over the sky, inclement weather strict mutually force. The brightly colored can when, once wandering know who? Sometimes think, person vivid generation flat for live sound, but flowers season is for what? People the also can person left eternal, but flowers well do what? And lyrics: Lonely Valley, a wild lily Spring. Since ancient times, human feel animals and plants are no thinking of species, they won’t know what to do is to what, plants and animals all do stuff for life instinct. Such as plants (with I said of flower), with a seed, to a small bud, grow seedlings, to flowering, to results, generations repeating these established procedures, the species breeding down, full-on is a non-thinking living state, so human will plant categorized as low species. But after careful consideration, how can they know when to blossom, when to bear fruit and when to wither when they are so ignorant? Even when some plants encounter the big dry season, they will wrap their seeds tightly and hide deep underground. The coming year rainy season, plentiful water season, hard shell will be until soft, inside dry seeds will suck full water, in several hour completed within germination process, it in a few days bright flowers-this is not survival wisdom? Speaking of people primitive instinct, afraid only eat and drink Lazard sleep, such a ratio, in natural selection of options in, human or required? Don’t know peanut is to what, but life’s ultimate and for what? Flower can say I to open, I to to makeup dot your life,-we people is for makeup Dot who come from? There have been Beijing University students ask Bi Shumin: the meaning of life? Bi Shumin’s answer is: I think life without significance. This sentence at the time caused great debate. But I personally think, the life of people actually is also burdened with continuity of life task comes (this is people this species acquired instinct?), if can accomplish this great tasks at the same time or before and after, and self-improvement and implementation ideas, is do some other some for themselves and the things. This things will more difficult, after all, not everyone can do successful, for human development made great contribution. Like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs on luminary that’s feng mao Ling angle, most is part obscurity, in front as much as they say come and go quietly, leave what, also don’t walk what, some people left the next generation, and some left nothing. Chinese people like to women as flowers. In addition to say a woman’s face looks like beauty mean, I see also covers a woman’s youth blossom a short of the perceived connection to Which. Woman’s Mood for Love really, not actually flexor count is in physical basic mature, is still in single, was butterflies years of. This age of woman that’s such as peach, heart beautiful like flower flowers. But a but work, family and children education ridden after, this time of woman looking but increasingly haggard. A not only thinking complete family line task woman, to like a man make a small business, versus men for difficulty is more sizeable. Woman Flower wanted to open longer, again long some, first learn to debug their mentality, cannot have bad mood about yourself, maintain a positive heart; on the other hand also must participate in sports exercise, metabolism regularity, body state has been in preservation proceeds; Third to make friends, especially multi-communication youth friend, active and willing to accept new information, hold you ze gai zhi, non-The Coronation of learning attitude, delete the old concept, refresh concept, new thinking, selective adhesive they need knowledge, chance and may test edge, create opportunities, achievement life. Woman Flower of Life can not long, but you can make yourself in a limited time, live rose-colored bright. Like that a now of peanut, know of flowering, but I still want to dedicated to full bloom, wonderful not necessarily long long time, even for open and open. As long as I am a flower, I grasp own the season, enjoy the flowers, even if tomorrow is the end of the world, at least I opened, I had come, maybe that sufficed…… Third, it is not easy for a new thing to enter people’s eyes and leave more or less memories. After all, people’s access to information is very wide now. The so-called well-informed knowledge will generate strange aesthetic blind spots. Therefore, people’s excitement is rising. Now smiles and excitement are uncommon expressions. What I am doing now is a relatively new concept, which can be said to be an innovation to the traditional deep-rooted catering mode, people will do this how regarded and accepted? This is far from certain, but she is nothing less than a charming aura, attract and temptation me to find out, ha ha ha, maybe future shine is in not far from the flash waving at me, how charming…… These years of work experience, are doing for others marry clothes. This time I finally got up the courage to work for myself! Excitement and fear, full of confidence, full of ambition, a lot of space is blank, you can write a stroke, or understatement. Just like the impromptu traditional Chinese painting at the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympic Games, the dancer’s hands and feet were turned into brushes. The left sleeve and the right trouser leg were between these gestures, I finished this huge painting masterpiece. Every time in acting or rehearsal, painting out of the ink painting is not identical after. In fact, it is impossible for you to step into the same river several times. It is really rare to think about it. Every time people shake their sleeves and swing their legs, they will be reflected in painting. What is this called? I look, that call a: try don’t know, world infinitely better! In Change in adjustment, in tortuous transit rudder, in in a rough sea exercise strong. People who eat pufferfish know that pufferfish is poisonous, so they have to bet for experiencing the wonderful taste. Even give yourself of nerve to do a’s personal identification, or for future generations to leave a Experience. That the expression has a taste of people, is first taste delicious, although risky, but opportunity and a monopoly? We this time just try what infinite in the awesome scenery! 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…