Sake

The lingering thought was done to smoke the broken cocoon, and the banana was peeled after the heart injury. In March and May of the Thirties, the poor glass of wine never disappeared. Huang Jinren wrote this article in Qi Huai because he suddenly thought of such a poem. It seemed that the star was not last night, for whom the wind was exposed to the midnight. I love this sentence very much, the wind reveals the Morning Star, and the endless lovesickness of the long night is lit, which is charming and affectionate but desolate. This world of mortals always buries too many stories of sour and crazy resentment. Spring night is too short, if you leave, read, go, it will be a lifetime. I haven’t written anything for a while, and many feelings accumulated in my heart, but I don’t know where to start. There are many unknown difficulties in everyone’s life, which cannot be mentioned or mentioned. I am a lonely time, you will think of someone who wants to write something. Admit, I am have a special preference for prose. It was like standing in a transparent corridor, looking at the luxurious and messy bright youth presented in front of my eyes, with tears streaming down my face, and then I continued to move forward without scruple. When I went to the park that day, I saw several seven or eight-year-old girls playing house. I stopped for a long time with sadness, thinking that when I was young, I might have been so crazy and unscrupulous laughing. Only when I feel sad, I suddenly feel that the light is easy to pass away, and I throw it silently. Who doesn’t love the star-picking years? I didn’t know anything and didn’t need to know anything. Everything was still in time. In the sentimental and sentimental years, I also told myself that everything was still in time. Some mood can only be stopped in the clearest and thinnest youth. Looking back, the faint green onion encompassed the dim time, leaving the ground broken. It turned out to be a lot of things, it is just an understatement in the wheel of life. What else do we want to have? Youth, money, friendship, power, dreams come true, reunion after long separation, or fragmentary time lost for many years. There are always many things you want. You stumble along the way, but you always lose something while getting something. A lot of time has slipped away from the fingers quietly. Most of the dreams and fantasies in the youth were dim under the oppression of reality, and gradually realized that no matter how deep the friendship was, it could not stand the boiling of the world. Compared with this, what can Memory be? It can only be regarded as a fading shadow in the years of economics. It is slightly weak, as if there is nothing. In many words I have written before, I have mentioned the topic of memory. In fact, I am a person with simple experience, so I won’t be addicted to any unforgettable memories. However, I hope that some people or things can appear in my life. I will go through the years in the future hand in hand, go through hardships and hardships, and interpret the life like flowers. I always love cloud, so love so love. Most of the time, I looked up at the sky and saw a large number of clouds moving slowly in the sky. They were very light, soft, lonely and desolate. Looking at the pain in the neck, I came back to my mind disappointedly. I always expect myself to be a quiet and indifferent woman, just like a cloud, drifting to the vast sky alone and bearing the lonely end alone. And hopefully bring. Stay in the flashy world. Laughing extravagant, I am still me. I am still independent and handsome, and I am still under the stars last night. 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…

Closed-door

When I wrote down this theme, the past twenty years of reading experience was like clouds on the horizon, so far and so close. To say it was so far, after all, time had not reappeared, it is said that it is close because life stays with it every day. As the saying goes, if you don’t read books for a day, you will feel that your language is tasteless. Yes, more than twenty years ago, like many young people, I was confused, painful and hesitant. Therefore, under the light, under the moon and in that small forest, I often stood and wandered, sometimes I couldn’t take care of rainy days and went there to relieve my depression. My heart didn’t rest until one day, when I took a seemingly old book from someone else’s hand, and I found the place where life wanted. It was really wonderful, just like the peach blossom garden. There was no lack of wonderful poetry, romance and connotation. In a word, life was there, it feels like the eternal song written by Prince An: The sunset glow and the lonely flock fly together, and the Autumn Water is the same color of the sky. I am willing to admit that if life had no way out of doubt before, then the years accompanied by books would be one village after another. Of course, at the beginning, it was just for a kind of self-comfort of life. At best, it was a kind of truth to the reality, or it was more correct to be willing to fall down without doing anything in life. What I didn’t expect was that I became attached to this since then, and with the gradual progress of the annual rings, it became a hobby of my life. Until now, it made me willing to refuse all the temptations outside, communication and various social activities, it is worth mentioning that I could have earned considerable economic benefits by my craft, but I gave up without hesitation. There is only one reason and purpose: the closed door is only for the fragrance of books. So, is the book fragrant or not? If so, where is it? Frankly speaking, the book is neither exotic flowers nor grasses nor women, so it is not only odorless but also colorless and considerable. In this case, the ancients insisted that the book had its own Golden House, and the book had its own Yan Ruyu, or all kinds of inferior products. What was the only way to read high? To be honest, I didn’t understand the mystery at the beginning. Later, with the passage of time, the progress of life and the experience of life, I realized the so-called true water without fragrance. For example, it is just like the vegetable roots written by Qi Baishi. It seems plain, but actually the nutrition is chewing slowly on the tip of the tongue. After a long period of time, the peach blossom on the human face, from the inside to the outside, temperament, Spirit, through the window of the soul to the behavior and behavior, including speech, all reflect the atmosphere of knowledge and reasonable, besides, the soul has been bathing here for a long time, and the smell emitted is just like the empty Valley Orchid surrounded by green mountains and rivers for a long time. It is not fragrant but also fragrant! Of course, for many utilitarianism, books are not only odorless but also tasteless and chewable. There are also those who are for fame, future and desire, all of which will not feel the fragrance of books. Only by regarding reading as a kind of feeding of life can we know the taste of it. No matter it is sweet or bitter, happy or distressed or tasted all kinds of tastes in the world, it still does not change the original heart and the infatuation, such as Ji Kang who made a living by forging iron and Tao Yuanming who cultivated fields, closing the door for books, whether playing the piano or listening to the Lotus, or a lonely lamp or a cup of green tea, life has already forgotten the unexpected personnel in the book unconsciously, and its fragrance naturally comes uninvited, and gets better with age! To be honest, I am not satisfied that there are many people, including those so-called writers, who read and write behind closed doors not because of the fragrance of books, but because they win more benefits and business opportunities for themselves, they seek fame, status and honor for them in the name of scholarly books. For this kind of people, I not only disdain but also despise them psychologically. In doing so, they not only tarnished the sacred name of scholarly literature, but also brought a burden to history and society. Why do I say so? Because what they left was chicken ribs or a pile of rubbish, which specially seduced some arty and unsophisticated people. What was more disgusting was that those media people also helped to hype together, where is the incense for reading and closing books like this? What is the effect on life, soul and spirit? As for change, it is nonsense! Therefore, I still said that the aroma of books is like the aroma of tea and wine. The so-called aroma of wine is not afraid of the deep alley. The same is the literary fragrance, which depends on one’s taste and inner needs. Of course, the pursuit of life is also essential to cultivate the noble spirit. Only by treating the fragrance of books as diet, air and belief, then whenever and wherever, there will be a smell of being immersed in the fragrance of books in the soul. To tell you the truth, I really appreciate the female writer Jian Zhen in Taiwan. The person who sees her is Yi anjushi’s reappearance. Reading her words makes people feel the charm and efficacy of scholarly writing. Unconsciously, I also leave fragrance on my lips and teeth! There is also Dong Qiao, a scholar in Hong Kong, who is a gentleman at first sight. He is not only knowledgeable, but also full of bookish spirit. This bookish style, I am me smell, let me not know the smell of meat for three days, drunk! Yes, I only closed my door for the fragrance of books. More than twenty years have passed quickly. In the past few years, I have not only learned to appreciate, but also learned to be quiet and thinking. If we say that the book fragrance brought to others in the first two decades is closed and practiced, then in the second two decades, I will use these book fragrance to guide me to write my own book fragrance. May God give me intelligence and wisdom, hold the pen in my hand tightly in the following years, and write down the life quality and life quality brought by my lifelong pursuit and scholarly fragrance! 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…

Dawn

I was awakened by the sound of birds in my deep sleep, and then got out of bed and walked outside the door. The genius was hazy. I stood in the courtyard dam of the old house and found the scenery of the morning light in my hometown was very beautiful and beautiful. The soft, comfortable, tranquil and blurred night disappeared, and the dense fog and thin ground cage covered the mountains, houses, trees, cattle circles and Woodpile. All things were painted with a light layer of lead gray. The deep sky of the East, the dim color turned into the blush of the morning light. The moon was like an eyebrow, and the stars squeezed in the night eyes hid in the sky because of tiredness. Only the star with the moon still emitted long light. Everything in front of me seemed clear and hazy. The house only showed its outline, but could not see the Tile Hill; The trees and bamboos could only see the shadow, and could not see the leaves clearly, just like the dreamlike scenery and a splash-ink landscape painting. I walked to the wilderness outside the yard, and the sky gradually became bright. The grass on the fields and lands was covered with dewdrops, glittering, soft and green, like transparent pearls. The breeze blows, and there comes a burst of fragrance of flowers and soil. The stream beside the road was rattling, the grass on both sides was like a emerald carpet, birds were flying freely and singing happily, the sound of chicken, dog barking, cow Moo and sheep came from far and near, one after another, it seems to play the faint little morning music in early summer. The shelves set up with sticks and bamboo poles in the vegetable field are covered with pumpkin and loofah vines, and yellow flowers like horns and butterflies are in full bloom. Soon, the rising sun rose. Scattered in the mountains, the farmhouses and thatched houses covered by various lush trees and green bamboos emitted smoke from the kitchen, and the figure of early workers and farmers appeared in the fields. After waking up, the mountain village became lively from silence. The Earth was full of vitality, intoxicating and fascinating. 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…