I took out my mobile phone and patted it, as beautiful as an oil painting. I remembered Gu Cheng's poem in my mind: "The grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking the leaves. It's beautiful when we stand without talking. "
I suddenly found that my previous understanding of "poetry and distance" was too narrow. I always thought that poetry and distance were to be searched in the distance, so I walked from my tired place to the tired place of others for a while, but I often only brought back some photos of tourists, and my spiritual happiness was quickly swallowed up by trivial life.
Lao Cao has been driving a taxi in Shanghai for more than ten years. He is familiar with every alley in this bustling city. He starts at six o'clock every morning and runs around in the car exhaust. He won't be able to return to his rental house in the suburbs until eight in the morning. My wife works in a factory. She went out at eight in the morning and didn't come back until ten at night.
Most adults are good at lying and hiding things that are not easy to report to life. Lao Cao hummed a ditty, fried a plate of peanuts and drank some wine. He was very happy. The old father at home called to ask him if he was tired. Lao Cao smiled and said that he was not tired. He hung up the phone and started fighting.
I asked Lao Cao, what are the poems in his heart and the distance? Looking up, he asked me in Henan dialect, "What are you talking about? Life always goes on, have fun by yourself! " After that, the peanuts in Lao Cao's mouth were crisp, and his dark face became darker under the light of the rental house, humming with his mouth open. When you want to ask Lao Cao the way in the street and say "thank you", Lao Cao will show his big white teeth and say, "Don't be seven."
Most of our rural parents have never been far away, as if they were born and stuck in that village like stumps. They also don't understand poetry and distance. Their poems and the distance are a bumper harvest of rice and a safe and healthy family. Although they have never set foot in a distant place, this does not prevent them from living comfortably and safely, nor does it prevent them from feeling happy.
A while ago, I saw Gon Rinpoche, and when I saw them prostrate on the ground and knocking out the first head of the same length, I burst into tears in an instant. For a beautiful vision in their hearts, even if they sleep in the wind, this is their poem and distance.
The long life during pregnancy is sometimes dull as water. People always ask me if I'm bored. To tell the truth, I really envy seeing other people's sun-dried food. But it's not really boring I will be happy myself.
Bask in the sun, read books, Doby dog, practice calligraphy, and have a delicious meal if you have nothing to do. I feel that my days are getting faster and faster. After all, we are adults and can't always ask others to revolve around us. Everyone is trying to live, and we must always learn to adjust our lives. If you compare life to a pile of weeds, you must pull out the weeds and stick your head out for air.
The sun is about to set, and the oncoming car raises the dust on my face, although I really want to scold my mother. However, I have to hum a tune, go back and be a shovel officer for those chickens and dogs, and it's time to make a fire for dinner.