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Physical support for the crutches, just look at that glance, a wave of heartache surged to my heart, when the picture of the iron burning furnace fire will emerge in front of my eyes, clanking clear iron sound resonates in my ears ... ...

The village is famous for the big hutong there is a side room, the side room of the roof of the long years of black smoke, that is the blacksmith furnace. The blacksmith's stove came out of the clanking sound to break the silence of the village and the hutong, that is, the hammer struck the iron issued by the rhythmic rhythm, elasticity, texture, attracting the childhood friends close to watch. Because my family lives near the mouth of the hutong, my childhood I love to play by the blacksmith's furnace, which is also considered to be a more lively place in the village back then, to see the burning fire; listen to sledgehammers, hammers, rhythmic iron sound, the sound of the bellows in a hurry when slow; feel the sparks shoot out in all directions, while the hot iron tense scene; to enjoy the iron molding and quenching the joy of the quenching of the iron tools ...... Day by day, in the blacksmith roadside to stay a long time, but also with the master blacksmiths gradually familiar with.

Iron master and apprentice two, there is a pull the bellows of the apprentice, the older master's body is thick, but also seems particularly robust, iron often exudes a thoughtful look, and then he belongs to the village smart people, iron, he is in control of the small hammer. There was also a sledgehammer, that is, the one mentioned at the beginning of this article, this man looks tall, strong, the stove fire reflects his black and red face, bare upper body shows strong muscles, he does not speak much, but when he speaks as when he hit the iron, as powerful, not humble. Then there is a disciple, short, unimpressive, specializing in pulling the bellows, because I only two masters of the iron deep impression, he did not care much about it, leaving only a vague image, as the skit said to "ignore", have forgotten who he is.

I like to stand by the blacksmith's furnace to see the masters iron, red-hot blacksmith store, I saw the blazing fire reflecting the iron master's face, pulling the wind there is an urgent and slow a push and pull, the furnace fire light when big and small a flash a flickering, hitting the hammer a small, a small, arc a high and a low, and slowly I also realized some of the reasoning of the iron. At first, I saw swinging a sledgehammer more powerful, tough and powerful, must be the master. Later, I slowly observed a little doorway to realize that the small hammer is the master, the small hammer gently point to where the sledgehammer will be heavy fall to where the swinging sledgehammer is the apprentice. Iron scene so that I remember: I saw that the older master left hand pinched long iron pincers, turning the iron in the fire from time to time, showing a good grasp of the situation, calm and collected look, iron in his non-stop flip under the black iron into red iron, by the hard iron becomes very soft, seems to melt away like. Actually. He was grasping the fire of the iron block.

Suddenly, the teacher's hand iron pincers tightly clamped the red iron, quickly pulled out of the furnace fire put on the anvil, at this time, I also tensed my nerves, I saw swinging the sledgehammer of the apprentice also set up a stance. I saw the master quickly swing a small hammer, which is like a conductor, in the need to hit the place to hit, strong apprentice then swung a sledgehammer, the landing point just in the place where the small hammer hit. At this time, the older master of the small hammer and the apprentice's sledgehammer flying up and down, hammer up and down, a high and low, a light and a heavy, one after another, sparks bursting, sledgehammer, hammer swung out of the beautiful curve, knocking out the "ding ding ding ding" melody of harmony. Seeing the red iron slowly turned black, the rhythm of beating slowly reduced. Master with iron tongs clip up the gradual molding of the iron block back to the furnace to add fire, at this time, pulling the bellows of the apprentice to increase the strength of the bellows, the bellows of the "breathing" sharply up. A few rounds down, the iron block pounding molding. Just see the master with iron tongs clamped to the corner of the pool, then issued a "Zi, Zi" sound, a stream of water bubbles and smoke.

Later, the blacksmith's furnace moved to the village mill, because my mother in the mill as an accountant, I often patronize there, I still remember the master blacksmith for me to knock a toy called "steel plate", I polished it on the sand, held in the hands of the heavy, bright and shiny, had made the little ones envious. Whenever I think of the blacksmith's furnace, I will naturally think of the master blacksmith for me to build the steel plate, which is the master blacksmith of a child's care and love, so the sentiment of gratitude in the surge.

The master blacksmith with his own hands, knocked out a piece of work, creating a piece of fruit of labor, they knocked out agricultural production tools for the village, creating wealth, for the people of the countryside to make a hoe, sickle, shovel and stiletto for agricultural production services, in order to the prosperity of the village life.

Blacksmith furnace, is the product of the times. Today, the blacksmith furnace has long disappeared, blacksmith furnace time has long gone, but the shadow of the blacksmith furnace has always lingered in my mind, simple, kind master blacksmith let me never forget. Because, it all stems from my love affair with the blacksmith furnace.

Random Record of Life Part II

The summer of 2016 was hot, muggy, and scorching.

In 2016, the three ambient days were 40 days long, from July 7th to August 25th. Hot, then, for as long as one can imagine.

But I'm not hot, what I feel this summer is cool! Not cool cool, not cool cool, not cold cool, but bleak cool, sad cool, pale cool.

Idle reading, one day to go to the city library to borrow books, see the bookshelf on a red cover of the book, the name of the book, "Eileen Chang biography", the name of the book next to a frame of the avatar, black like, short hair, head down, eyes slightly closed, mouth pursed. The talented woman of the Republic of China! Above the name of the book, slightly smaller than the font size of the title of the book, a few lines of white words into my eyes, straight to the bottom of my heart. That after two lines Zhang Eileen registered in the 1940s: "such as you, low to the dust, but blossomed flowers".

After reading Eileen Chang's novels, and TV dramas based on the original, the most impressive one is Love in a Fallen City, and today I saw her biography, which gives me a deeper understanding and knowledge of her.

The key is to love Eileen Chang even more!

When reading Eileen Chang: "death and life, and son to say; hold hands, and son to grow old" is a sad poem, but her attitude to life and how sure. I do not like heroic. I like sadness, more like bleakness."

My dear friend Eileen Chang! You're the one who's the best friend!

That's how I am, and that's how I am - like the tragic, more like the bleak. It turns out that I'm not the only one who is such a sentiment, Zhang Eileen ah, you as early as 1944, you said such words, which made me warm for a long time, affectionate for a long time, excited for a long time, immersed in a long time, which made me recite countless times. I kept repeating in my mind: O Eileen Chang, I like it too. I think you must be able to perceive this sentiment of mine, must be able to hear this confession of mine. Thank you very much for modern people invented the word travel, let me travel to the Republic of China, and you face-to-face tea, and you face-to-face taste what is called sadness, what is called bleakness. I can feel that we are immersed in it, do not need words, do not need to tell, only a smile, heart, it is connected.

I have been to Qinghai once, twice in Xinjiang, four times in Tibet, five times in Inner Mongolia, many times to enjoy the vastness of the sea scenery. For traveling, I have always had three big dreams: to see the sea, to see the grassland, to see the desert. For these three dreams, most people understand and agree with the first two, but to see the desert is showing confusion. What is there to see in the desert? There is no water, no grass, no trees, no other animals except camels, full of yellow sand, difficult to walk, few people, the scenery is not beautiful. And I am exactly what I want, love the desert. I often say to my friends that I like to see the desert, like to see the Gobi, in the desert, the Gobi, feel all the cells are mobilized, eyes wide open, blinking are not willing to blink, for fear of less than a glance, for fear of not seeing clearly. Do not want to speak, do not want to cheer, just quietly feel, just quietly immersed, immersed, can not wait to be immersed in the desert and the Gobi, so that the desert and the Gobi covered my body and they become one, so that their cells into the desert sand grains, into the stones on the Gobi Beach, so that every cell of their own quiet enjoyment of the joy brought about by the desolation.

In August 2014 and love with self-driving tour to Tibet, specifically to catch up in the 318 national highway refurbishment is completed, in order to more appreciate the Tibetan scenery along the way, from Ganzi in Sichuan to the Tibetan area of Linzhi, because it is the fourth time to go, to be honest, in addition to the Nujiang River 72 abduction to give me surprise and excitement, along the way, the mountains, snowy meadows, lakes and glaciers did not allow me to get excited about how much, along the way, the cattle and sheep and Geshan flowers did not have the ability to make the journey. The sheep and cows along the way and the Gesang flower did not let me pleasure how much, even in Tibet's south of the Yangtze River Linzhi area also did not let me produce the feeling of forgetting to come back. But once I passed through Lhasa, once I passed through the prairie of Naqu, crossed the Cocoanutian, and arrived at Golmud, my heart was flooded with fantasies and ripples, because I had to pass through the famous Qaidam Basin.

The most attractive thing in the Qaidam Basin is not the resources buried deep underground, because I don't have the ability to explore the resources, and I don't have the ability to develop the resources. What attracts me most in the Tsaidam Basin is the desert! Even if I pass by the edge, I am already content.

Obviously, I will definitely go back to see the desert!

I went to Xinjiang seven or eight years ago, and the destination was the famous Kanas. I said to my friend, a trip to Kanas in Xinjiang, where the lake is more beautiful than Jiuzhaigou, beautiful in its colorful, always feel unable to see and see through.

However, the biggest reward of this trip for me was not in Kanas, not in the Wo Mu Village, which is famous for photography, but on the way from Wo Mu Village to see the colorful beaches.

From the morning departure to the evening to reach a small county of Burzin, the whole day's drive, give me a day full of enjoyment. Along the way, the Gobi is spectacular, majestic, sprawling, over a sky and over a sky, full of coolness, full of desolation, full of frankness.

Just like that kind of cool, just like that kind of momentum, just like that kind of frank.

Do not need trees, do not need forests, do not need grasslands, do not need lakes, in the full Gobi, just large and small stones, enough!

I often recall that kind of momentum, that kind of frankness, that kind of bleak, because these elements will make people's chest will be as wide as the Gobi, like the Gobi as frank.

Oh, it should be the bleakness that accomplished my character, my cultivation, my aura.

I love pallor!

Eileen Chang has not been to those places I went to, she liked the coolness, I think it should be the feeling brought by life, is the hardship of life, the coldness and warmth of life, the coolness of the world, not the coolness I felt in Xinjiang. The coolness I felt in Xinjiang is the geomorphic characteristics of nature itself, the feeling brought by geological movement, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the sun and the moon. But the definition of coolness that I came down with after traveling all the way down was coolness, and how many years have passed since then, my definition is still coolness. The surprise is that I finally found a soulmate who likes coolness as much as I do in this summer.

Thank you, Eileen Chang.

Since you like coolness so much, I would like to tell you about another coolness, that is, the coolness of Tibet.

This is a very important part of the story, and I think it is a very important part of the story.

In July 2001, when my daughter graduated from elementary school, my friend met with two families with their children for the first time to Tibet, the first time to go to Tibet so far left a memory of oxygen deprivation, dizziness and headache, limb weakness, sleep is not good, with the tour group to visit the regular attractions, the main Namucuo, Yamdrok Yonge Lake, the Potala Palace, Dazhaoji Temple, Bajiao Street. The lakes give me the impression that the atmosphere, spectacular, of course, the blue of the lake net beyond my imagination. Temples give me the feeling of heavy oil, smoke, heavy odor as well as not so clean and comfortable. Potala Palace gives me the feeling of magic, mystery, sacred, solemn, heavy, heavy, as well as its sense of history, cultural sense, sense of region, sense of nationality, there should be a little vicissitude.

Today, slowly chew those mixed flavors, more and more taste. Oh, originally, that is more of a sense of vicissitude.

The vicissitudes of my heart carries a rich cultural connotation. The cultural connotation of the Potala Palace is too rich. Tibetans are devoutly prostrate step by step a kowtow to the destination, Princess Wencheng and Songtsen Gampo love story, the sixth ___ Lama CangYangJiaTso from the side door late at night slipped out to go to Bajie Street, a wine house and the beloved girl, CangYangJiaTso in the mysterious palace wearing a robe to write down a piece of beautiful love poems. All of this is far away from today and close at hand, slowly precipitated in my heart as a kind of vicissitude.

Precipitated in the heart of the vicissitudes of the June 2011 trip to Ali, Tibet. Ali's culture is long and heavy, the main peak of the Gangdisê mountain range, Gonzapozi Legend has it that it is the dojo of Sakyamuni, and many Buddhists have been going to turn the mountain for years, so it is even more sacred than Mount Everest, which is "unattainable". Standing in front of it you will feel the power of faith, faith as a mountain! A breath on top of the famous Zada Tulin ---- more than 300 meters high Guge dynasty ruins, extreme eye are Tulin, all without a glimpse of the feeling of the mountains, in the seventh century in the Palace through, the wisdom of the ancients, the cruelty of the war, the dynasty disappeared the sadness of the history of the vicissitudes of life, within reach.

This vicissitude can be traversed to every detail of the historical story, can be traversed to every layout of the historical environment.

This kind of vicissitude can be hot, cold, or hot.

This kind of vicissitude can be noisy, passionate, and calm.

This kind of vicissitudes can be put aside, can be carried, can be hidden, can be expressed.

This kind of vicissitudes can be a beautiful picture book, can be a beautiful text, can also be a delicious wine dishes.

The vicissitudes are the ripples in my heart.

So, I am a strong and persistent favorite of the sense of vicissitudes.

In August 2010, my lover and I met a couple of four people went to a trip to the base camp of Mount Everest, my dream place. Rented an SUV, hired a driver from Lhasa, the feeling is all the way to the surprise, all the way to the sadness, all the way to the desolate. There are not many humanities, along the way, mostly mountains, mostly blue sky, occasional lakes and cattle and sheep. Especially from Tingri County to the Everest base camp of that section of the road, the so-called scrub road, dusty, dozens of curves. From the bottom of the mountain to the top, I don't feel bumpy, don't feel dizzy, just wide open eyes to see that billions of years ago from the bottom of the sea rises up the boulders, crags, for fear of discovering a green shoots, but didn't find.

Not found is the greatest joy, is the greatest happiness.

Any bit of green there is superfluous, destroying the harmony, destroying the aura. It is the absence of a bit of green that is the sadness and desolation in my heart!

I stood at the top of the mountain, holding my breath in disbelief, breathing in the unparalleled sadness and bleakness, immersed in it, and felt unable to extricate myself, as if I had turned into a stone and stood with them, becoming part of the sadness and bleakness.

Many years have passed, and those several trips to Tibet have been y imprinted in my heart. I often remember, recall, as if to hold that kind of sadness and bleakness in the palm of your hand, afraid of losing.

In fact, it is not going to run away, because I and those boulders and crags, and those mountains and grasslands, and those sacred mountains and sacred lakes, and those vast soil forests, and I and that kind of sadness and desolation of the heart, and I and that kind of vicissitudes of the close connection.

So, I am a strong and persistent like a sense of cool people.

Fortunately, I'm not the only one who likes it so much!

Random Record of Life Part III

Mid-Autumn Festival Early in the morning of the second day, I went to climb the Xifeng Tuanyuan Mountain. When I walked to the foot of the mountain, the mountain came from the mountaineers door of a roar voice, the sound more attracted me to speed up the steps of the mountain.

Some people climbed the mountain, there are people down the mountain, as the saying goes, "Do not say that the gentleman line early, more early pedestrian", down the mountain people in the old man, there are young people like me, there are also children, we look at each other and nodded a smile. The stone road is sometimes straight and sometimes winding, you just do not stop and ascend for three or five minutes, at this time the breath will also accelerate, sweat along your whole body and out. Maybe it is the green mountain distracted your attention, maybe it is the mountain release of oxygen inhaled into your lungs, you climb the pace does not feel heavy and light. At this time, you will not have other ideas, just want to climb to the top of the mountain roar two voices - to the mountain to prove that you have come. Tuan Yuan mountain plants are lush and dense, so dense that you do not want to disturb their inherent that quiet. Green ferns are everywhere, the morning wind blew, they are friendly to the people climbing the smile, you reach out and touch the tender green fern upside down, but also let a person reverie unlimited. Sweat drops on the stone road, drops on my glasses frame, in the lens string rolling, let me feel new, reach out and wipe my hair is full of sweat. Halfway up the mountain, I also joined the team of roaring voice, no one cares about your roaring voice high or low, you just need to have their own share of happiness is enough.

I like to sing, and when I open my mouth to sing, I run out of tune, and my coworkers laugh at me for graduating from the Huangjia Conservatory of Music. I climbed the mountain and sang loudly, and the mountains and the trees were my audience, and occasionally the birds on the mountain responded to me a few times. Climbed to the top of the mountain, the morning wind blew, cozy, you look down on Xifeng County, as if a small family as gentle and quiet; far away, a thin scarf from south to north draped across the mountains, as if in a fairyland through. On the top of the mountain, many people in exercise, some in martial arts, some in the spitting practice, some in the selection of wild vegetables ...... more interesting is an old man shoulder radio - broadcasting Andy Lau's pop songs. I talked to the old man, the old man is satisfied with his life now, the children are doing their own thing, do not let them worry about. The sun was showing its warm light, and the fog was rising over the county, which was starting to become hazy at this point. Bidding farewell to the old man, I went down the mountain first. There were still a lot of hikers coming and going, and some of them took a rest in the pavilion. In the crowd, a little girl accompanied the old man (I do not know whether it is the grandmother, or grandmother) said: "This road is straight on it!" The old man said, "There are straight and curved paths, high and low." I looked back at this hiking an old man and a young man, the national fitness in-depth. Downhill steps are always faster, the rest of the mountain square, a group of people dancing the new colorful Guizhou dance, although not in tune, but we are guiding each other; seven or eight older people, alone on one side of the practice fan taiji pace; square steps under the other open space, a group of people jumping in the rhythm of the faster fitness exercises; young three or five guys on the side of the field playing badminton. A vibrant scene, a harmonious picture, let me feel the new atmosphere of national strength and prosperity.