Inside, I was struck by something.
I was struck by something in my heart. For me, the thing that seems to be most lacking in my life is exactly "fireworks".
In the eyes of many people, my life is full of poetry in their ideal, far away from the world's troubles.
The morning bell and the evening drum, green mountains and green water, birds chirping, burning incense and reading poetry, stroking the qin and listening to the rain, sipping tea and watching the clouds ...... There is no pressure of work performance from nine to five; there are no parents in the chicken and dog; there is no you and me, chasing fame and fortune of the complicated ......
However, too ideal and poetic life, such as the air like unreal unreal. It's also like a person who pretends to be asleep, deliberately hiding in their own delusional dream.
So what is "real"?
After dinner, I went to the supermarket in the county town to buy all kinds of offerings for the "Hundred Flavors Wonderful Offerings" at the Bon Dharma Meeting.
After the purchase, from the supermarket out, the night into the water, the sky moon half-full, a thin cloud as a translucent veil. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product, and you'll be able to get a good deal.
The four sides of the street neon flashes, not far from the square, several places are jumping square dance of the big moms. Neat team, unified dress, accompanied by music coordinated action, become a beautiful scenery under the lights.
After a section of the highway along the river, it is rare to run into traffic jams, cars lined up in a long line. It turns out that the neighborhood is organizing a food festival, far away from the crowd, both sides of the parked bicycles, electric cars, tricycles, private cars, etc., very lively!
At first it was just through the car window, not so strong touch. Later, simply open the window, the "human flavor", let me feel a kind of real.
The car drove out of the county, on both sides of the green hills and large fields, I looked up at the sky is still clear moon. Reflecting on the passing of the people, suddenly, remembered Zhu Ziqing "Lotus Pond Moonlight" in the passage: "However, the hustle and bustle is theirs, I have nothing."