Tanabata

Tanabata, I’m drunk. 820 will pass in half an hour. Maybe when you grow up, you can’t smell the fragrance of roses, you can’t touch your lover far away, and you can’t find the distant direction. I stood on the cross street, not lost my way, but didn’t know where to go. It was the night that should be quietly rippling, and the Night Elves danced their wings to the dream of the night. Under the Window on the tenth floor, the autumn night breeze, I heard the busyness of the broom. I looked out of the window, and the flow of cars was less and less. Listening to songs, I felt a burst of complexity in my heart. Who deprived them of the right to dream? I was drunk, unconscious, a mess. Drunk eyes dim, dim lights, pour all of me, bet on an unknown future. I was drunk, and the smell was full of wine. It seems that I am fermented, intoxicated from the inside out. All right, don’t pretend to be drunk. The embarrassment of being seen through made me drunk and dreaming, and I didn’t want to reincarnate. Valentine’s Day said to break up, I am a bride-to-be suffering from marriage phobia. My anxiety, my loneliness, my irritation and my fear are all installed in my left ventricle. Dare not touch, afraid of being mad and being described as mental illness. I covered my left ventricle and said, “be good, jump slowly, and you will get tired. In this way, the deeper it is closed, the less traces it will leak, Until the end of the wedding, gray hair. I am a proud person, but I am not proud. There are more happy people in this world, but I only see others and ignore the people around me. The arrogant comparison, stopped the pace as if there was no motivation for progress. Depressed mood, bursts of Sighs fill my life, and I am not clear enough if I am gloomy. I am looking forward to escaping, the faster the better, and I also hope that the sun will be more ferocious tomorrow. Autumn is coming, the weather is cold, the clouds are scattered, and the smog is coming. Note: watch the movie bride battle. The greatest happiness for a girl is to marry the best man in the most beautiful wedding dress. I am the vagrant sent by God, what guides me is the smell of freedom. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Life

The small building had another east wind last night, and the past was unbearable. Yes, this sentence comes from Li Yu’s “Yu Meiren”, which is also a masterpiece left by him when he became a prisoner. After reading such poems, I have to say that it is the blessing of life, although it is a little sad, helpless, melancholy and unbearable, and a little cruel, but it is undoubtedly the most difficult memory in life. The poem corresponding to Li Yu’s poem is the song of jiangchengzi in Dongpo: ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don’t think about it, I will never forget it. This poem expresses Dongpo’s infinite yearning for his wife. Although it is an unbearable memory, its sincere convey makes many people sigh with joy and tears. Yes, as the years go away, some memories are destined to be deposited in my heart. Just like Li Yu and dongpo, they will recover from the bottom of their hearts from time to time. Although the ways, forms and styles of recovery are quite different, for people like Li Yu and dongpo, perhaps memory has become the reason and the only thought for them to live on. Therefore, I want to say that in a sense, memory has gone beyond the scope of memory. It should be the flower of soul or the lingering and appealing life tit. To be more precise, when the memory is frozen into the moment of memory, memory has become the vine and willow branch that takes root of life. Especially those unforgettable and painful memories, which make many lives bitter but never disappear! I lost my pride. Yang lost his willow. The Willow rose up to the sky., suddenly it was reported that the world once lost a tiger, tears flew into a basin of rain. This is the reply of Chairman Mao Zedong who read Li Shuyi’s poems during the Spring Festival of 1995. This poem is written with feelings, delicate and sincere feelings. It describes Mao Zedong’s deep-rooted love for his wife Yang Kaihui and the unbearable memory of being killed. It can be said that it is the eternal pain in Mao Zedong’s life, this pain makes this memory become the eternal sound. After that, his son an Ying unfortunately died in the Korean battlefield, which made his life fall into an unbearable situation of memory again. He didn’t pick up the pen like Citron and splash ink like before, but from time to time, he browsed his son’s relics again and again, of course, together with those unbearable memories. Some people say that it is good to have memory, while others say that memory is sometimes as beautiful as poppies, and it does not hurt your body when you look at it from a distance, while when you look at it in a short distance, it will make your soul disappear. Especially those unbearable memories in life are more painful. However, in any case, memory, like things in the world, has both positive and negative sides, like a double-edged sword. It hurts itself and achieves itself at the same time. On this point, everyone is the same. It’s just that literati and moguists have more humanistic feelings than ordinary people. Like the poems written by Li Yu, they are all full of soul and soul, just like the Azalea crying with blood. It is because of this that reading is impressive, thinking is exasperating, and subjugation is only hateful that makes them sigh three times, the soul in the deep memory dances to the wind, and the wind stops and the tree is not quiet to be honest, all memories from the soul are basically gray, even black, because of this, it is often remembered by life, and gradually goes away with the years. Mao Zedong, a great man, once said to Edgar Snowe that the death of Kaihui made me hard to redeem. It can be seen that the pain in his heart has reached what kind of situation. On the contrary, it was because of the sacrifice of Kaihui that the memory in Mao Zedong’s heart often stayed in the beautiful memory, which added more weight to the memory. Of course, Dongpo and Yi An are not like this. It is worth mentioning that Yi Anju’s heart is hard to remember or the past experiences are more. Jin people invaded the central plains, her country was broken, she left her hometown, her husband died of illness in a foreign land, and the antiques were full of pains and disasters of being cheated. Until her old age, she still couldn’t go back to her dream hometown. Perhaps because of these painful memories in her heart, her life, life and poems are more readable and more memorable! I remember that more than twenty years ago, I read a book named gulag Islands written by soon, which brought me no less psychological shock than an earthquake of magnitude 8. Soron wrote: during the 34 years from 1929 to 1953, at least 14 million people were imprisoned in Gulag, and more than 7 million Soviet citizens were exiled to the reclamation areas of Soviet Union for reclamation. During the transformation of the former Soviet Union Ministry of Internal Affairs to the Russian National Security Agency, a large number of documents about Gulag were decrypted, some of which made accurate statistics on the number of people imprisoned in gulag in different periods: in 1934, the number of prisoners serving sentences in Gulag was about 510307; 1953 of the prisoners surged to about 1727970. Although political prisoners of Soviet Union were partially allocated to Gulag concentration camp, most of the prisoners imprisoned in Gulag were not political prisoners, and any Soviet citizens might be absent from work for no reason and steal, or they were arrested and exiled to concentration camps for joking against the government. Among them, 2.6 million cases were tried by Russian secret police in the former Soviet Union. Although the scale of the former Soviet Union concentration camp was greatly reduced after Stalin died of illness in 1953, according to official files, the labor reform camp still existed until Gorbachev era. Right! The inhuman life, the inhuman treatment and the inhuman torture are not only the unbearable memories of Soong, but also the common memories of all Soviet Union and human beings. I have to say here, some unbearable memories are caused by natural and man-made disasters, such as Tangshan earthquake in 76 and Wenchuan earthquake in 2008, which are unavoidable, while some unbearable memories are man-made, such as gulag, Nanjing Massacre, cultural Revolution and so on, it should be said to be the disaster of human beings, but also the crazy behavior of trampling on human dignity, freedom and will. Life is eager for happiness, peace, health and beauty, which are all voices of justice and reasonable requirements. It is worth everyone to cherish and shout! Crossing the history and returning to the reality, I seem to have gone through a century. With the rhythm of my heart, the old guitar in my hand sometimes rises and falls, winds, sorrows and softness, I can’t help praying silently. May God care for human life, may those who die for Justice and Justice rest in peace, and may every life living on the Earth have more beautiful memories, stay away from unbearable memories, so that we can see more smiling faces like roses in spring, blooming our own beauty in the sunshine! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

With wine

For a while, I felt that I was abnormal. Because I don’t know how to face the world, or even how to speak to others; What kind of smile is natural. So that people don’t have to look at me with strange eyes. Every book and TV play I read, I will pay attention to how the characters in it speak and do things in a certain scene. I try my best to make myself a normal person. I have to think about what to say and what to say before saying every word. It is said that diligence can make up for weakness, so I really became a normal person in others’ eyes. The landlord sister sent me a WeChat early the day before yesterday. The content is: my mother and I went back to our hometown in Anhui. I turned off the power supply at home, and there was no wireless network during this period of time. You take good care of yourself at home; Now you are the only one left at home. You should pay attention to closing water, electricity, gas, doors and windows! I replied: OK, I know. Bon Voyage! The charger I bought on Taobao two days ago has not been received for four days on the way. Tracking the logistics shows that the cloud Cabinet has signed for it. Call to inquire, the other party said: Now the salesmen are all going home for the Spring Festival. The items are sent by someone inside the company and directly put them into the cloud cabinet in the neighborhood near you, hard work, you can get it yourself! Hearing this, I felt speechless immediately. This winter is surprisingly cold, which makes people numb with cold, and a heart condenses into ice. When I went to the supermarket to buy things, there were festive New Year songs playing in the broadcast box: New Year, New Year, reunion… I bought some daily necessities and food in a hurry, and fled into the rental house by electric car. Close the entrance and exit door, go back to the house, don’t want to stop for a moment, wash clothes, clean the room, look up the sky has been dark. Simply cook some food and check whether the doors and windows are closed. Climb into the bed, turn on the phone, and watch the novels or TV series downloaded outside. Every time I see the sensational place, my nose becomes sour, my tears will not flow down. After watching it for three or two hours, my eyes were a little sleepy. I closed my eyes and thought that I would fall asleep soon. However, Duke Zhou didn’t make an appointment, but he had to close his eyes and recuperate himself. Simply get out of bed, take out erguotou, drink two, cough! So hot! Turn on the mobile phone player and play a sad song. The single is circulating, thinking about some old things, which accidentally touches the string in my heart, and the tears that cannot be stopped are pouring in. Oh! Speaking of God, it is more effective than sleeping pills. I don’t know when I will fall asleep. I remember that my little niece was like this when she was a child. As long as she cried, she would definitely sleep after a while. In this year, fate gave me a lot of things. What I could accept and what I couldn’t accept were all thrown on my face fiercely. I didn’t want to say that I was innocent. All these were the disasters I had to experience. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Sanskrit

I don’t believe in Buddhism, nor do I have any Buddhist connections, let alone Buddha roots, and can’t understand buddhism. However, when I am quiet, I also like to listen to the ethereal chanting of Buddhism quietly. Relieve the tiredness of the day, often sit alone in the deep night, say goodbye to the complicated noise, and slowly listen to a paragraph of ethereal sounds of Sanskrit. Wandering in the joys and sorrows of life with a peaceful mind, eliminating the anxiety in my heart, as if I was in the green mountains and rivers, walking leisurely in the mountains and fields, listening to the breeze slowly, birds singing deep streams, without noise, the body and mind are cool and refreshing. Everything is so quiet. This kind of Tranquility is the truth of the soul, the return of the soul and the Holy Land of the innocence of the soul. I can’t remember when I began to like such a simple and quiet lifestyle. Qingdeng has no heart. After a period of Sanskrit, I put down my exhaustion of body and mind, and kept a happy life alone, lingering in the lingering sound, in the atmosphere of dense tea fragrance, watch the Spring and Autumn, flowers bloom and fade; In the season of light clouds and breeze, watch the red flying in the world of mortals, and think carefully like water and time. I lived alone with few Yangzi and had a bed of books every year. In such a quiet space, I wandered in the green, fat, red and thin poems of Tang and Song dynasties with my hands holding yellow Rolls to taste the leisurely and comfortable life of seeing Nanshan, to comprehend the true meaning of walking deep in the water and sitting and watching the clouds rising. Release itself in the tranquility, and sigh the helplessness that the life in the past was exuberant and fleeting, and vanished in the corner of the season in such tranquility, it can precipitate many complicated fickleness and various temptations in life, make people clear and clear, increase wisdom and enlightenment, and cultivate temperament. Because the world of mortals is boundless and the world is changeable, we are both passers-by in the world of mortals, and different people are desperately performing their different lives. The extended Road under everyone’s feet will reach different ends, and happiness or sadness will eventually return to peace. Maybe, some people are looking for a perfect ending for themselves all day long, but the world of mortals is boundless. In the journey of life, they often make themselves black and blue, and they are miserable. They can only hide in the sad harbor and sigh the geometry of life! Let life go with its nature and follow its course! In the lonely wilderness, be a lonely watcher, dust in the silence of Sanskrit, those crazy dreams of young classics, fade the once messy sorrow, a piece of plain paper, A pulse of meditation, dancing the light nib in hand, jumping words like flowers, telling the helplessness in the journey of life, restoring the original plain and calm, light and clear, and the heart is calm. (Essay on the night of December 17th, 2014) Zan (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…