The richness of life needs the accumulation of time. The ancients said that the days are long when it is quiet and short when it is busy. This statement is not unreasonable.
The richness of life needs the accumulation of time. The ancients said that the days are long when it is quiet and short when it is busy. This statement is not unreasonable.
Sitting and writing, sometimes all day. The length of 9 hours tests not only perseverance, but also the body. Concentration and self-control are naturally more important. It is not so much the spirit that struggles with fatigue, exhaustion and mechanical repetition as the body itself. After all, after numbness, most thoughts are meaningless, but the struggle for the body is inevitable and inevitable.
Sometimes, if you stare at a quarter of an hour on the wheel of time, every minute will be an extension of suffering. Body aches, wrist weakness, dizziness, and distraction. In the face of works that need to concentrate all my energy, God only consumes.
Fortunately, in the passage of time, I found a way to freeze time. Be serious, devoted and persistent, and you will find that time is long enough to turn the long river of time into a song parallel to time with a pen dipped in ink. This song is your own love for yourself! Continuous practice is a gift from the teacher, and concentration and self-discipline are given by yourself. Here, the flow of time is transformed into a square character composed of strokes, which is a freehand brushwork of space. In fact, it is time itself and a gift in disguise.
At this moment, the brush strokes focus on the lost time, and time casts the final appearance: seemingly dull or rough or smooth lines on rice paper fly freely in a limited space, but they give in and coordinate with each other, and finally present a harmonious state. In the indomitable time, we experienced strangeness, running-in, familiarity, and over time, we enjoyed it. These are the fruits polished and tempered by time. Although this fruit is bitter as a green olive, it is still green and immature, and it is no better than a skilled pen. But for myself, progress is enough. Every time you invest more, you pay more attention. After the youth fades, in the future, the young and clumsy handwriting in my memory is still fragrant.
I remember a little joke in the process of learning, which is still worth remembering. The atmosphere of laughter and laughter that day can't help but emerge in my mind. One day, during homework practice, I had a full sleep and felt refreshed and relaxed. Just as I was about to write, at the moment of writing, an unpleasant smell of ink came over my face and swept my face. I thought to myself: I wonder if the weather is too hot, the ink is sour and smelly, or if I bought fake ink, or if the chemical reaction between paper and ink is not good? Halfway through the writing, my mother smelled it and shouted angrily, "Don't write any more, it will be poisonous and cruel!" "However, I stink. After a while, when I arrived at the calligraphy club, Teacher Xiao Zhang told me that it was probably because the ink dishes had not been washed for a long time. When he was checking his homework, he glanced at it three times and two times, full of sincerity, and what he said was obvious, but his actions betrayed his language, immediately covered his nose and went straight to the trash can with practice pages. Squinting my eyes, I responded to my friend's "heartache" for many years in a playful tone, refuting the words of "failed to live up to my painstaking efforts", but then he flexibly praised me with Sun's "five beauties and five harmonies", indicating that the inner desire for writing is better than the interference of the external environment. For the sake of his exquisite language art, I had to laugh it off and accept it with shame.
Calvino once said: I have no confidence in anything ready-made, fast, instinctive, impromptu and ambiguous. I believe in the power of slowness, peace, stability and calmness. I don't believe that individual or collective liberation can be achieved without self-discipline, self-construction and hard work. That's true. For me, writing, like reading, is my favorite way. The bland and warm daily drops are so powerful. It is there, unhurried and supercilious, hiding the stopping time in a corner, extending from the corner to the bottom of my heart, making people feel practical and warm. Grow up silently and slowly, as if from the beginning of life, gradually grow up, the kind of joy that emerges because of witnessing the growth process.
Thank you for this gift!
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