Quiet

Shangguoer is a quiet mountain village, especially in the winter of slack farming. This kind of quietness is not a piece of artificial quietness that people take great pains to squeeze out in the boiling and noisy city, but a kind of nature, a simple original ecology that has not been broken. Therefore, in this tranquility, people have a kind of relaxing spirit. When you are wrapped up by this kind of pure silence, you will suddenly find that we have actually been nervous and become habits without self-consciousness. When I first arrived in shangguoer, I was moved by the serenity of different generations. I couldn’t help admiring the serenity of shangguoer to the landlady who wore a patchwork, this Tibetan lady who seemed to be blessed smiled gently and said, the first sentence of every city dweller coming to shangguo’er was almost the same as yours. The tranquility here moved the city dwellers here, because this tranquility is the wealth that has not been polluted, just like the flowing mountain spring from south to north, which is pure and pure. On a sunny winter day, I climbed up the top of the mountain which was covered by withered grass near the village and looked down at the distance. What I saw was this piece of land which had been derived from tuguhun and Tubo nationality since Tang Dynasty, it extends from the south to the north, flowing from the towering South Mountain gurgling in the North Mountain stream for a long time, forming a deep and wide river ditch, cutting this vast land into irregular figures. In the land surrounded by ravines, farmers working in the fields are like a grain of dust falling from the sky, sticking to the white and yellow soil and wriggling. I don’t know what’s a characteristic of spirit under wear bell, knocking to qing yue in rough field Ridge, front after sound and cheese, it seemed like a string of notes which were not arranged in tune, spreading around carelessly in the cold winter air, floating up the clouds lightly, passing through the mountains and entering my ears with a sound as thin as silk. Of course, I can’t see where the farmer is holding what kind of sacrifice spirit is busy, but I know that this is the musical note of life in the silence of this mountain village, it is the foot sound that two kinds of lives depend on each other to run for the living situation. Sometimes, in the cold wind blowing over the top of the mountain, you can even hear the singing of the intermittent scattered flowers, whose voice is hoarse, the mop is soothing, the tone is high and the melody is unrestrained, just like the drunkenness of Plateau people after drinking, they are innocent, Frank and uninhibited, and the desolation in the cold wind at the end of the day makes people moved, it seems to see the annual rings carved by the wind, Frost, sword and sunrise and Moon on the singer’s dark forehead eyebrows, and the wrinkles written on his face like the ravines of the field are distorted and twisted with the ups and downs of the screaming song, fine sweat ooze out. This hoarse tone of flowers is the straightness and vigor of struggling and shouting under the heavy burden of life. There is a kind of bitterness and sadness that fights with fate but is doomed to failure. Therefore, I think the scattered songs brought by the wind are the sounds of nature from the land where life is attached and buried. Walking into the winter Poplar Forest under the slope of Nanshan Mountain, the dead leaves were ringing under the feet of walking alone step by step. The rustle could hear a slight echo, frowning and stopping. The Echo seemed to be a distracted musician, I didn’t see the gesture of the commander’s pause, so I extended the note for half a beat and hesitated to stop it. The quietness in the winter forest is like the wilderness in the prehistoric wilderness, sitting on the rocks in the forest, I was sent to the poor mountain, and had nothing to worry about. I was quiet and had the idea of facing myself. But the external quietness makes thousands of thoughts disappear, the crowd is rushing, and the heart is noisy. It seemed that there was a large group of sparrows passing through the village from west to east, and they were scattered on the withered branches of poplar trees from afar, which became dense and hazy branches, there was a chaotic and enthusiastic conversation. Is it to express uncontrollably admiration for the tranquility of Shangguo ER, or to express surprise for me sitting alone wearing a coat and tasting the silence of being out of mind? I can’t know. But this sudden noise interrupted my sitting in the quiet banquet, which made me unhappy. So I waved my hand and all the birds rose in surprise, I heard their throbbing sound, which disappeared in the original tranquility instantly. Just like the ripples of a pool of Autumn Water stirred by a stone were soon engulfed by peace. Suddenly, there is a kind of feeling. The Peace of freedom is a denial of life. But with the vitality of life, the peace will be torn, just like the ripples aroused by a stone entering the water, although the stimulated water surface would eventually be calm as before, the vivid life tried hard to break the original state of calm and stubbornly declared the signs of the existence of life, just like birds tearing the peace of Shangguo er. Although the tranquility is hard to change, the agile and lively competition of hundred beaks tore a crack for it, so I suddenly realized the implication contained in the Flying Wild Goose, it seems to be the beginning of the Zen dialect. In the constant tearing, it suddenly gets enlightenment at a certain moment. The flying birds testify the dynamic of life, and the dynamic realizes the existence of life, and the expression of existence is to let life send out signs of activity. Then I suddenly realized that the Ding Dong and hoarse singing of the ring bridle I heard on the top of the mountain were not only to the world, the silence and poverty, or the silent mountains and fields due to poverty indicate the symbol of survival? No matter when and where life is, it is instinctively and uncompromising to prove its existence tenaciously with the attitude of resisting opposition. Prosperity and bustle always accompany each other. Heavy noise is the pain that human beings must endure when entering the city. Therefore, in order to seek peace, people in the city, even though they were only trying to create peace that only belonged to their own homes, isolated people from each other. With thick walls and strict security doors, I am always afraid that others may invade my own territory accidentally and disturb the peace which is as fragile as emotion and has some posturing. This also just proves that the activities of life itself are pointing to tranquility. Serenity makes life comfortable and comfortable. It is more likely to grasp life and experience the inside information of life. Just like a tranquil lake of autumn water, it can reflect the comfortable and calm in the blue sky, flowing and changing charm. People yearn for the boiling life, because only in the noisy and prosperous city can they stretch the desire of vulgar and find the space to place their desires. However, when the ideal materializes into reality, the instinct of life is seeking for peaceful comfort and destination. Therefore, for life, complicated troubles may be just the way, but tranquility must be its home. Shangguoer always walks into an era of unpeace to drive away today’s poverty with prosperity. At that time, karaoke, which made rich machines roaring, noisy merchandise trading and casual, would make tranquility the memory of shangguoer. At that time, the rich people would think that what they want now is the peace that they can’t get rid of in poverty. So I feel that the real wealth is to have a peaceful world, just like the rich and Giants placed them at a quiet place outside the market at a price that people can’t say, it symbolizes the taste of the Rich family, the beautiful Chinese House and the noble and high-priced serenity. Therefore, tranquility is just like the historical figure that Hegel has compared. Once it appears as a tragedy, once it returns in the form of comedy. The tranquility in poverty is just like the appearance with tragic meaning in the history of human beings. After striving hard and striving hard to enter the rich materialized world, the tranquility is transformed into a kind of joy of self-sufficiency in life. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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