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…

Bone end

After a rain, the originally depressed air had a fresh feeling. At this time, sitting alone in the small room, listening to the shouting outside when drinking, tranquility is established in comparison. Outside the window is the courtyard where the landlord is located. In the past, there were still people coming in and out because there were rental houses inside. Now, due to the demolition of the House and the policy of banning construction, looking out of the window, only a large area of black villages in the city can be regarded as a boutique, the only unforgettable thing in the whole village is that there are many dogs. Of course, this phenomenon is hard to encounter in other places. At night, dogs barked incessantly, which made the night more passionate. There were originally two small parks in the village. Because of the maintenance, green grass and green shade, as well as the lack of lights, they never broke off. But this is the previous thing. Now, although two small parks still exist, it gives people the feeling that they are not clean enough and dirty enough. When summer comes, the buzzing sound of mosquitoes makes people stop walking and take the scenery seriously. In the era when money was rampant, it was believed that such a pity could not be overdone. After all, what everyone thinks of is more about money. Because only money can have a great chance to survive in this world, and happiness is also related to this at some time! This is by no means a naive thought, nor a bamboo pole killing a large area. In fact, when money is not enough to be dispatched day by day, or it becomes serious pressure because of money every day, then ask: how should happiness come? However, many people will think of the saying “contentment is always happy”, and they will always think that money has nothing to do with it. Even if it is related, it is also a scumbag. Maybe some people don’t like sorrow at any time, even if the sky falls down, or if relatives and friends encounter any death, they will turn a blind eye to it. Even, it seems that everything is none of my own business! I don’t know whether such a person is a gentleman or not? If calculated, then the world can be reduced to this, everything is normal! On the contrary, those people who care about the country and the people are all bastards. They have nothing to look for, and they will die if they die! No wonder, most of the time, the eulogized people belong to ruthless people. Their achievements are written on their hips, which are specially for those dedicated women! It is no wonder that the history of five thousand years has changed from one ditch to another. In today’s view, all these are normal! Some things, when the essence remains the same, then no matter how to make it up, it is still it! Just like the story of Painted Skin, although it once charmed many men and made many men lust. But in the end, it is a dream. After all, it will break a lot of things. As long as you analyze them carefully, you will know what they mean, because many endings can explain everything! However, among all the people, how many people belong to the sober category? This problem has been bothering a lot all the time, which makes some passions disappear with disappointment. Of course, the origin of disappointment is that there are too many disappointments, which seems to be an unchangeable kind of human resources. If everything can be changed through efforts, or one day it will change. Then, no matter how difficult it is, someone will continue to do it. But isn’t this a dream? History show? What is the role of history? Even if history is not all true, it has traces to find! This belongs to the nagging in the middle of the night, which originates from all kinds of worries for many days. In many different viewpoints, there is no need to argue or distinguish. Words are just like a person’s space. The passionate words flowing out quietly from the bottom of the bones will not stop because of any interference even if they may be forbidden! 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…

Factories

The Old Man and the cat appeared in front of the office building almost at the same time in the spring of that year. The black fur was draped, and the skinny bones were lonely, and the eyes of seeing people were dodging. The voice was low, pitiful. The cat squatted cautiously at the entrance of the door, bowing back and looking around. The figure flashed, jumped up and ran away, hiding behind the doorpost. After a long time, I sneaked out and continued to squat there. No one likes it because it is a wild cat. I saw black cats every day for one day and two days. After lunch, several male colleagues began to bring some leftovers to feed it. In daily feeding, cats become more and more plump. The hair is moist and black, and the white belly is round. The eyes are getting bigger and bigger, and it is greenish green. The eyes began to look at everyone who went in and out boldly. Meow loudly from time to time, revealing pink gums. With something to eat, there will be hope, and cats will be more and more nostalgic here. Every morning, the cat’s front paws alternate, and the beautiful small body stands straight, squatting quietly at the entrance of the door and hole to welcome the people who go to work. In the class, amuse yourself. Or walking the cat walk gracefully; Or stretching the soft body, rolling on the grass; Or running around the office building. Every evening, the cat squatted at the door again, watching the people off duty. In the evening, the whole office building became its world. The paper basket on the corridor was turned over. I also know that I went to sleep on the stool in the conference room. Everyone started to treat black cats as colleagues from hate and drive to accept and play. I was afraid of cats and dogs, so I walked around her quickly. Time flies. Summer and Winter, a Spring Festival is coming. Finish the last day’s work. After passing the door after work, I saw the cat squatting there listlessly, no more Mimi yelling. Looking at everyone walking out of the office building aimlessly, he was a little happy. On the first day of work after the Spring Festival, the cat welcomed everyone who came in and jumped happily. This winter, the gate of the office building changed direction, and the original gate was closed. On the day the door was closed, the cat went somewhere. I thought she didn’t know the new gate and wouldn’t come again. That morning, walking through the parking lot and entering the new gate, I saw a small, fat, straight body with alternate front paws, squatting gracefully and quietly. The green eyes stared at everyone who entered. For the first time, I smiled at this cat. But it ignored me. All the colleagues who came in paid attention to the cat. I know that cats already belong here. Stick to your own style and do your own things. Time will give you what you need. This is to stick to it. Everyone said it was difficult to stick to it, and this black cat did it. 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…