In the spring, I went to enjoy the plum.
The flowering period has passed, only a few flowers remain on the branches, and there are a few pale petals under the tree, like the coldness after the grand celebration, and the place where you look is all despondent.
The reason for my despondency is, of course, the decay of the flowers, and also the fact that the images of plum blossoms that were active in my mind have not been confirmed in reality.
These images are mainly from the description of the poem. For example: several branches of plum in the corner of the wall, blossoming alone in the cold. The first time I saw this, I knew it wasn't snow, but it was a dark fragrance. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this. The "bridge side plum" here is the iron bone of the strong.
The plum blossom in the image is always healthy and everlasting, while the plum blossom in front of me is sick and dying. Huddled in the branches of the flower, flower shape is almost gone, perhaps as a flower, the previous nourishment has been lost, a hundred-year-old man, face is full of the wrinkles of the years. Color decline can not be pleased naturally, love or not, most of the young and beautiful as a prerequisite; flower scent with the color and scattered, scattered is a gradual change in the process of gathering can not afford to gather, gather can not gather, and finally perish and disappear.
Plum planted in the rockery, the mountain was dome-shaped, far from looking like a tomb. Looking up at the sky, the sun is cloudy, and the heart trembles.
This plum is not the plum, the image has moved, a little wishful thinking, a little preconceived notions. Suddenly released, my mind, because I choose the timing is not right, if it is in full bloom when the plum blossom to come, it is full of flowers, aroma full. People may be emotional, when the flower is happy, when the flower is sad; as for the decline of the flower, it is natural, the flower has bloomed that is, there are thankful. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on the price of the product, and then you need to get a good deal on the price of the product.
I'm looking forward to next year, and I'm happy.
2
The day before yesterday, there was a traffic accident, a car hit and killed a neighbor's dog.
It was a white dog. The dog was lying on the road, looking like a pile of foam from a distance. The car that hit the dog didn't stop and went on its way. Dogs and people are ultimately two different, if people, this situation, belong to the hit-and-run. People on the death of the dog, will not be too concerned, even if its owner in life how to favor. Neighboring moncler outlet store the dog from the road to lift back, looking for a shovel, buried, only took ten minutes time.
Before the dog was involved in the accident, it was bouncing around, passing me, crossing the flower pond and running across the road. It was as if it had thrown itself into the jungle and was eventually swallowed up by it. Judging from the dog's demeanor, it was jubilant, completely unaware of the danger of death that was about to befall it. All foresight is unreliable, including man and dog. In the jungle, those with the speed and power of the encounter at any time, success and failure at any time, glory and humiliation at any time, life and death at any time. Everything is just a phenomenon, all without exception, sooner or later.
The dog closed its eyes tightly, legs and feet straightened. My yellow dog, came to its heel, licking its fur. Dogs probably have no concept of death, yellow dog and the dead dog, has been a very good playmate, they play together, but also for a bone, fought. The yellow dog was just curious as to why the white dog wasn't bothering him today. The yellow dog does not know that this is its last contact with the white dog.
Perhaps the dog is truly transcendent. It itself has no grudge, no love, no hate, no regret, no knowledge, no awareness, no hatred, no pain, no hope. Buddha said that all appearances are illusory. As far as human beings are concerned, one does not complain for a dog, one does not hold a grand funeral for a dog.
So it is good.
3
There is always bad weather. This situation is similar to a bad-tempered man whose lover remembers his good qualities and reassures himself that people can't be perfect.
The old saying goes: "When it's warm and it's cold, it's hard to get some rest". The most important thing to remember is that it's the bad weather that's the most important thing. This time, winter has been gradually receding, spring is advancing, and is in the cold and warm stalemate, cold and warm, difficult to figure out, so that people do not know how to do good.
You don't know what to do, it is so capricious! You think today's days are warm, go out and wear a single coat, want to spring shirt thin good getaway, it attacked you a cold wind; you see the days are still cold, turn out the thick sweater has just been hidden, it is to a sunstorm. It watched you dressing and undressing, and wanted to laugh. You can guess its smile, and you do not know what it is laughing at?
Now I can tell you, it is laughing at you can not see its capriciousness, why you so obedient to it? It wants to see your rebellion, it wants to see your personality. You should have your own ideas, your own assertions, should trust your own judgment, your own will. If you think you should wear a single coat, you should wear a single coat, and even if you are freezing, you should bear it; if you think you should wear a thick coat, you should wear a thick coat, and even if you are if steaming, you should bear it. You say that people go with the sky, cold clothing hot undressing, that's just common sense. The problem is that the day is never changeable, it is important or your ability to cope with, a kind of endurance and perseverance of hot and cold, in order to respond to all changes, not surprised by the changes, not panic in case of trouble.
The change is easy to change the festival. Hot and cold sudden change test is not so much a person on the temperature of the appropriate, rather than test is a person on their own beliefs. Regardless of what kind of business, constant faith, is always the root of victory. Constant faith, in order to endure. Endure suffering, endure pain, endure poverty, endure hunger, endure evil, endure danger, endure evil, endure hate, endure madness, endure dryness, endure thirst, endure desire, endure greed, endure anger, endure grievances, endure insults, the world needs to endure a lot. Cold intolerance, heat intolerance, is the inferiority of man, to overcome such inferiority, you can top the sky, do a person beyond the general sense.
4
Rottenness has a characteristic flavor.
The fruits in the house, apples and oranges, are often uneaten or forgotten, and slowly begin to rot. Silent decay, seems to be a secret action, not for me to notice, aroused my vigilance, is precisely the fruit issued by the unique flavor. This scent was beyond, or better than, the scent of the fruit itself. Why did this happen? I do not want to explain it from a scientific point of view, what interests me, is whether the decay of the fruit is more seductive power?
Similar to rot, there are words like rottenness, depravity, sinking, and extravagance. If given enough conditions, and not to mention the words against the heart, as a normal person, do you want to live a rotten life? Do you want to fall down? Too many novels, or film and television works, eye-catching, stirring, in fact, not those in the middle of the rules, sitting upright, nor those gray tone, sound dead scene, but the passionate, treacherous fate of people and things. In the long scroll of history, the "bad" men or women have more space to move, and because of them, the value of viewing and the possibility of memory are increased. The eyes of the future generations do not criticize the previous generations of small details.
The woman who sinks is more beautiful, the man who is extravagant is more majestic. Why is she the one who sinks? Why is he extravagant? She bared her breasts and exposed her belly, the sultry and flirtatious, you seem to be indignant; he was intoxicated, debauchery, you seem to be cross-eyed and cold. In fact, you don't have to, because you are not in a good situation, the qualification is not ready, otherwise, you and he and she are not different. You have suppressed the animal nature and revealed your human nature. In this world, if there is more bestiality, there is less humanity; if there is more humanity, there is less bestiality. Beastliness or humanity is not really a choice. One thing is for sure, the bestiality is ultimately manifested in tragedy, human nature is mostly in the form of comedy as the end.
The rotting fruit, its strange fragrance, will not be too long. Its flavor, along with its degree of decay and intensification of the fade, and finally all gone. From the human desire, this strange flavor, would like to stay a long time, but also delusion. Such as poppy to give people the pleasure, indulgence brought about by the stimulation, that is, so. Probably the energy is limited, water is the right way.
5
A few workers wearing red helmets are hammering the wall. The wall is a very strong cement wall, because the wall is strong, so it is very hard to smash up. At this time, I have two kinds of feelings intertwined, for the wall and pity, pity in its new, after all, the year before the construction of the building; for the workers and pity, pity in his effort, so effort is not in vain?
The wall was smashed, a little bit of the original wall stripped, powder splattered, smoke choking people. After a few hours, a hole in the wall finally appeared. The hole in the wall was too conspicuous compared to the whole house. His slashing and erosion of a house's integrity is shocking. It was nibbling away, presenting curving, sinuous, unevenly thick and regular lines, finally forming a rigid plat. All wars, so-called endeavors, are in fact the establishment of a plat of some space. The map of the gains and losses, big and small, the rise and fall of the times, survival and death is in between.
It can also be seen as a cannonball. A cannonball carries a warhead made of ambition or ambition, traveling through the obstacles of the air to accurately reach the target it wants to hit. The greatest deterrent of a cannonball is not the number of people it kills, but the cannon's eye it creates in the wall, tearing it apart and wreaking havoc on the defense of the entire house. It is conceivable that a thousand troops surged in on this, and that the house, with all its people or things, cried out in pathos and disarray. Not to mention the loss of a house, the fall of the entire city, is not far away.
The hole in the wall forms a huge black hole. Of all the colors, black is one of the most regal. It is the unknown, it is fear, it is despair. I was once at the mouth of a cave, looking inward, with blackness in front of me. People with me introduced that the cave was more than eighty meters deep, and some people had gone down to explore the danger. More than eighty meters is the geographical depth, in my opinion, is the bottomless abyss, infinite danger. If I am in the middle of it, I do not hold any hope of life, only closed eyes, praying for death to come soon.
Through the hole in the wall, the contents of the house are exposed. The desk is falling apart, discarded wires, tattered quilts, worn out sofas, greasy dishes and chopsticks. Judging from the objects, there was someone living here before, he may be a manager doing business, living and living are one person to take care of, his wife is not around, three meals a day is also to deal with over. Later, the business is over, he also left, as for the things, but also lazy to take away, anyway, is not very valuable.
The next day, the location of the hole in the wall, installed a door, the door in front of the garbage cleaned up. The breeze swayed and the sunlight pranced. There were people square dancing in front of the door. No one noticed the change in the wall, and the door seemed to be integrated with the whole house.
6
Read the biography, a great man said, he did not go back. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it. I have heard people say, he does not go back. I smiled and did not say anything, in fact, abdominal slander: hard imitation, you can do it?
It is impossible for me not to go backward. I like to take the road without a head, the road to no road to go, and then turn back, in which to experience a different meaning.
When you go out, you can't accurately predict the road you're going to take, and the road to nowhere is unexpected. The risk of the unknown, the joy of searching, non-experienced in person, difficult to understand, unspeakable. "There is no road in the world, but when more people walk on it, it becomes a road." The words of the former sages speak the universal truth: walk more, there is a road to walk. There are more roads, and seems to be a measure of a person's success yardstick, in my opinion, have seen the road that can not be walked, why not a gain?
I have reached the end of the road a few times. Once in Shanghai travel, in a scenic spot, along a very narrow path, walking cautiously, suddenly in front of a reed bush, and then no way to go. "reed reed, white dew for frost." I seem to the end of the world, but also as if back to the ancient barbaric land, and the modern metropolis of the strong contrast to my visual illusion, as if it were a lifetime ago. Shanghai is not all glamor and glitz, nor is it just songs and dances. The original, desolate everywhere, and in the unintended place to show.
Another time, I roamed between the village houses in the water town. After a small bridge, a wall blocked my way, under the wall, is a small store, small store door, squatting a big yellow dog. The big yellow dog saw the stranger to come, spit out his red tongue, for jumping. The owner of the dog, a man in a blue coat, patting the head of the big yellow dog, the dog obedient, head down to rest. Here, there is such a secluded place, like a paradise. In the store to buy a bottle of water, thinking about coming back later, I do not know if I will be like that fisherman, and then look for the peach blossom, no longer get the road.
In the absence of a road, see the scenery.
"The rate of intention to drive alone, not by the path, the car traces of the poor, often mourn and return." I do not mourn, I am not Ruan Ji.
7
The word "residual" in "residual sun" is particularly good. The remnant of the sun is better than the sunset, better than the evening sun, although the last two words, also very beautiful, but the remnant of the sun has a sense of vicissitude, a sense of desolation, is the end of the hero, is the beauty of the sunset, is the long pavilion sadness.
Once vivid and delicate, that is the morning sun; once passionate burst, that is the noon sun; to the evening, has been calm and heavy. At this time, the earth's warmth and cold, it all know; four seasons short and long, it all know. It no longer needs high cheers, no longer need to look up to the lofty, it needs to be rational thinking, quiet recall.
The sun, because of it, everything grows; because of it, the desert smoke; because of it, the Kunlun pour column; because of it, the yellow flow of injection. The sun, the work is also a thousand years, over a thousand years, so-called into the sun, the defeat of the sun, its merits and faults since someone to comment on. The residual sun, not crippled, not disabled, it is residual. It has feelings for the sky, it stays in the sky, but will not stay and die, love and not go. Give way to tomorrow's sun, it is willing.
It also burns, the evening splendor, that is it in the release of all the light and heat, in order to make the dark night of the day darker, in order to make the day of tomorrow brighter. It is a sacrifice which will soon be forgotten and covered. Soon the brightness of the future day will not belong to it, and the darkness of the night will not be because of it. It is again open and enlightened, and it knows in its heart that there is a little shadow of it in the light of the other day. It is relieved. It can go without any regrets.
The world's misunderstanding of the remnants of the sun is also deep, either infinitely elevated, "the old steed in the stable, less strong." Either the twilight is pale, back to the sky. One extremely sad, one extremely happy. In fact, the remnants of the sun is a bland, old, but also with the young and strong to compete with the strong? Hard support! Old, negative misanthropy? I don't have to!
It can be said that the sun is the essence of the day, or like a person, the concentration of life is in the late years. Time in the waning sun, the more precious, rare, it is the speed of the passing, for the day is not as good as. The beauty of the remnants of the sun, probably in its short-lived weathering, its strange light, its dazzling color, in your admiration, has been eclipsed.
I met an old man, he was full of white hair, with gold glasses, sitting diagonally in a wicker chair to read the newspaper, the kind of elegant demeanor, I sighed. The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of a conversation with him, and he was talking about his experiences decades ago, and he was talking about how he was going to be able to help the young people, and how he was going to be able to help the young people, and how he was going to be able to help the young people. Seat more than sixty years old man confessed to be his students, his students are gray at the temples. He is said to have been more than eighty years old.
8
The broken glass can be rounded.
Do you believe? I believe.
The two sets of shots in the movie, the falling cliff and the flying building, were shot in this way: to lift people from the cliff upwards is the falling cliff: to put people down from the upper floors is the flying building. The image looks at the thrilling and exciting difficult action, behind the scenes when shooting, only need to shoot upside down, can be easily accomplished.
The Mirror Cracked, and it's easy to follow suit.
A broken mirror, no matter what it is broken into, even if it is millions of particles, from all directions, at many angles, to the particles that fit with him, and then connected, intersected, and fused. The whole process, an orderly arrangement, a spectacular collection, a solemn march, individual and individual, local and local, point and point, block and block, vertical and vertical, horizontal and horizontal, eventually compounded into a whole, not a hair out of place, intact as before. Illuminate people, people now form, illuminate flowers, flowers show appearance. I only wonder, the restoration of the composite of the joy and broken mirror when the pain of the split, is it equal? It should be difficult to calculate.
The real world and the image there is a huge difference, this difference, the concept of the human brain is almost entrenched, that is, like this broken mirror reunion is impossible to happen in the real world. Like people's psychology of love, love is actually divided into two versions, one is the book or movie version of love, where the love can be innocent, can be noble, can only love, can vow alliance, can be "holding hands with his son, with his son to grow old." One is the reality of the version of love, where love can be hypocritical, can be despicable, can be materialistic, can be different, can be "husband and wife are the same forest birds, when the big trouble comes to fly separately." The two versions of love in their respective worlds, each other do not cross the border, especially the former kind of love is difficult to survive in the latter kind of love, in the world there is a universal psychological basis.
The so-called things in people, things also in people do not. Everything is in the concept of people, you think the book or movie version of love, in the real world may, or completely should happen, then love has the beauty of eternity. All growth in the name of love is allowed to exist. With this as the premise, broken mirrors can be reunited, and water can be recycled. It should be said that human beings are more penetrating, more sensitive and more ornamental in terms of emotions than in terms of access to technology.
Mirror Cracked - When the mirror is broken, the broken traces can be ignored, or forgotten.
9
Ten years of hard work.
Like reflecting the light of snow, like seeing fireflies, like hearing the sound of chickens.
I believe that the sages not only have the will, and also have feelings. This love is the love of feelings, is the love of interest. If there is no love, the pain of the cold window must be difficult. Cold window is really cold, is the cold of the bone, is the cold through the heart, enough to sting the human skin, destroy the will of the people.
I stood in front of the cold window, Sun Kang, Che Yin, Zu Ti's portrait hung high in the heart. Treat the cold window as a picture frame, all the scenery outside the frame, is the background of the activity, everything is alive and gorgeous. There are probably a few images that can be left behind: in spring, bees and butterflies, the sea of flowers; in summer, dragonflies, the evening sun; in fall, cicadas, tree branches; in winter, minstrels, frost. Gazing at the scene outside the window for a long time, there is a skillful transformation, and this transformation is two-way. I am the bees and butterflies in the sea of flowers in the spring, the dragonflies in the evening sun in the summer, the cicadas among the tree branches in the fall, and the minstrels under the frost in the winter; my heaven and earth are vast, and I am me in the spring, me in the summer, me in the fall, and me in the winter.
The bees and butterflies are also me in front of the window, the dragonflies are also me in front of the window, the chirping cicadas are also me in front of the window, and the bard insects are also me in front of the window. What interests me, after they are me, do they have a change of heart for me, as I do? Has it also had - my deep worries, my hidden stillness, my revealed rhythms; my not knowing who I am, my knowing me who I am; my infinite distance, my infinite nearness; my days of going, my days of coming? Has it ever regretted, by reason of its vicissitudes with me? The suffering, the distress, the anxiety they endure, their rebellion against themselves, their resistance to themselves, their resentment of the world, their expectations of the world, and then, they get tired, they wake up, they compromise.
It is comforting to know that I can switch with them at will, I can change into them at any time, and they can change into me at any time. In the cold window and the change of position between heaven and earth, because of the shape of the change, the space of the transposition, the body and the mind at the same time gained freedom, small and large by, large can be stretched between heaven and earth, small can be contracted in the room. From now on, I have wings to dance, it has the eyes of love; from now on, it has a quiet mind, I have a tremor of the wild.
The traveling clouds - running water, time passed!
10
The curved water reflects the mountain peaks, the deserted village vainly hides the beautiful woman, the decayed grass shallow dewdrops, the withered branch inhabits the magpie, the ruins are surprised to find the jewels, the ancient tomb sobs and establishes a new person - the world since ancient times is more than a loss of life, the earth is never desperate. The weight of the discovery, the brow of the moment as candlelight, ten thousand waters have been briskly passed.
Author introduction: Tian Fumin, amateur writing since 2000, mainly prose, so far, the cumulative amount of text more than 2 million words. Some of his works have been published in "Hundred Essays", "Rainflower", "Contemporary Essays", "People's Representative" and local city and county newspapers and magazines. Some of the works have won provincial and municipal essay awards.