Miscellany of Life

2019.09.18? Wednesday Sunny

The fall of the town, in a moment of unconsciousness, came.

The afternoon sunshine, there is still a bright temperature, the sky is far and few, there is not the slightest distraction. Walking through the flat and narrow brick road, the wind, unintentionally blowing down a leaf on the branch, the news of autumn, right in front of us.

A leaf falls and the world autumn. Autumn, perhaps from a falling leaf to start. Early fall, the remnants of the summer temperature, morning and evening, but there can not hide the coolness.

Autumn, summer, white dew, autumn equinox, cold dew, frost, the name of each festival, are dense with ancient Chinese flavor. The wisdom of the ancients, really brilliant as a lotus flower, beautiful as a star. Each festival, are like a very Ting Ting curl woman, have a pretty face, smile, beautiful eyes look forward to.

Autumn, autumn, autumn scenery, and not only in one after another festival hidden? Autumn morning, the roadside stalls, as in the summer morning, set up a full, lively.

The watermelon is green, the beans are green, the cabbages are green, and the scallions are green. Apples are red, peppers are red, tomatoes are also red. Red and green are the most vulgar colors, but together they are truly beautiful. If you want to replace it with some other color, you will often be dissatisfied with the change.

Autumn morning, the old ladies in the small park, as always, square dancing. That silver-haired old man, in front of the enthusiastic music, as if back to twenty years old again.

Every time I pass by them, I can't help but stop and watch them dance. A head held high, a stoop, a forward, a backward, all elegant, all calm, all poetry.

Who says that autumn is destined to go to silence, to gloom, to wither? When the pointer of life points to the years of autumn, there is no need to panic, no need to be anxious, calmly dance up, with a self-choreographed and self-directed square dance. Life slides into the fall, perhaps also a blissfully unaware of the moment, frankly face, calmly.

More often than not, when one's feet wind like rushing to the unit, the bottom of the heart actually envied the dancing old ladies for no reason. Who can dance in the fall, whose life will never be pale curtain.

Autumn, the sky is high and cloudy moment, the most suitable for what to do? Sitting by the river to watch the sunset counts for one thing, drinking alone under the moon counts for one thing, reading a few volumes of ancient books counts for one thing, spreading paper and ink, in the paper covered with plum blossoms, handwriting a letter to the person you miss counts for one thing.

If you think this is too elegant, too poetic, then settle yourself in the world. Cooking, washing and coaxing children, left hand wood, rice, oil, salt, soy, vinegar and tea, right hand zither, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers. All of the days, even if all of them are grown out of the soil, but also to sway the fragrance, swaying beautiful.

Autumn, come in a hurry, but go leisurely. Autumn, is an inch by inch old, become heavy, become rotten. Just like people, the old thought is a moment, but do not know, in this moment before, has been stacked up countless as the same moment.

"'I stand outside some wall of time, waiting for an open door to let me re-enter the world.' We are always in time, seeking a different warmth and depth of feeling in this world. We try to reconcile with time and become confidants."

Said Ms. Zen. In the fall, whether it is early or late, reading Xiao Zen-sensei's words is the ultimate irony, the ultimate joy.

Her words, enchanting and charming in the early years, are now washed out, drenched in the simplicity of autumn, the dignity of autumn, the wisdom of the depth of autumn.

She said: "Autumn is also a pipe cock. Once blown, it is the ethereal coolness of autumn like water. There is nothing in the light of day and the moon. How come it's fall so soon? It's so fast. The man on the shore who waited never came and will never come again - the deceased never comes again."

Fall arrived quickly, but we didn't seem to have made reservations in advance. Fall comes and goes. The old man goes, but he will not come again.

There is a vague sadness, like autumn, blotting out little by little.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. The first time I saw a crane in the clear sky, it led me to the blue sky. Liu Yuxi is the only one who is bold and open-minded. In the rich Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi used a "Autumn Words" to live himself into a monument.

The sparseness of autumn, the emptiness of autumn, the sadness in the bones of autumn, is an innate mole, so so striking, and so relentless.

Who can see the eye-catching light, see the ruthlessness light, who is beyond the fall.

Su Dongpo is such a person.

This fall, read his "Remembering the Night Journey to Chengtian Temple" again, the words seem to be confidant, are calm, are at peace. When I look back to the place of depression, there is no storm nor sunshine. It's a good thing!

Life at the end of the day, you will finally find yourself, find and their own attributes most similar to the substance, it is not ostentatious, it has a mysterious but the most natural atmosphere.

Su Shi found Huaimin, found the color of the moon, found the realm of life's emptiness and clarity. Autumn, he never fails to live up to, and will not be wasted.

Without that dainty and overbearing ardor, there is no invitation to favor, there is no competition for fen fighting. Slowly the heart as still water, slowly no longer colorful, the heart mildly walk to the fall, walk to the water Mekong Yi Ren, walk to the shore, walk to the silence of the wither, so that the warmth of the wither even their own impressed. At this time, all the music is silent. At this time, the sky is old. At this time, there is only you, there is me, there is the sun and the moon with the light.

Looking back is already autumn. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said!