Last night, the moonlight was quiet and bright. Maybe it's because of the recent rainfall. After the rain, the sky is blue, the crescent moon melts, and the night is as cool as water.
Time flies, and it’s April in the world again. The city is filled with fragrance, lush vegetation, and flowers blooming one after another. Walking through the city, you will inadvertently encounter rose flowers blooming. Pink and white petals are covered with green branches and leaves, entwined inside and outside the iron fence.
The sky is warm and the leaves are dancing in the wind. The orioles chirp gracefully and endlessly. Walking there reminds you of the atmosphere of an ancient temple in the mountains. Fragments of memory slowly rise from the bottom of my heart, about those books, letters, calligraphy and paintings...
When reading political books, I feel that the characters' thoughts are crystallized, and a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend. After reading, my spirit is renewed and I feel a sense of righteousness. Lingering in my heart;
Read poetry and prose, and appreciate the subtlety and subtlety of the Chinese language. "Yin an' a word, twisting several stems and whiskers", the interest in it can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
An essay written at this time last year. Reading nourishes the soul, and its significance is self-evident. No further details will be given here.
After a year, a new realization emerged. I still advocate non-utilitarian reading. Don’t read for the sake of reading, but find reading materials that suit your mind. Only in your own field can you awaken your potential. Interest is the best guide.
By coincidence, I now like to read Japanese waka. "Cherish this momentary feeling that comes to mind and then disappears in the busy life." Recording the momentary feeling in a short and concise poem is full of interesting beauty.
"The bright moon is heading west. How can I not trust the moon and tell you about my current situation or the passing clouds?"
"Come quickly, as soon as these flowers bloom As soon as it falls, the existence of this world is like the luster of dew on flowers."
The exchange of letters, mixed with short songs, can be regarded as a kind of beautiful inheritance. Why not? Even in modern times.
I refer to any type of communication that contains true feelings as a letter, so that it sounds formal. The true heart will not be involved in the passage of time as the ancient ways are abandoned.
A few days ago, I ventilated the room. A swallow flew over and landed on the curtain bracket. Immediately his emotions burst out and he wrote a poem: When Yan Yan is flying, I am waiting for her message.
The breeze is blowing far away, I wonder if it has been delivered now.
The ancients exchanged letters, which were full of hardships but full of elegance and interest. Grinding ink, laying paper, and sealing are all filled with a sense of ritual. Flying a thousand miles to write a book is full of waiting, but also sincere and touching.
Most of the beautiful things in the world do not happen overnight, but come slowly. The same is true for calligraphy. It has been three or two years since I taught myself calligraphy. Self-taught without a teacher, it depends on careful experience.
There is a complex between Chinese characters and writing brushes. The pen and ink are carefully crafted to present different aesthetics on paper. To me, there is no more delicate and beautiful font than hairpin small regular script.
Say what you mean, write what you mean, and follow the path of your heart.
In this way, love can last for many years. The fragrance of books accompanies you all the way, and will last forever. Just like what I felt in the past years:
Reading in spring is like taking a boat ride on the West Lake and soaking up the beautiful wind. April is fragrant and green. At this moment, wouldn't it be fun to sit in a corner of the desk, listen to the singing of birds, and read with a good book in hand? The joy of reading can only be known by being there.