The wind under my wings (excerpt)
Life is like a play, we are all playing ourselves. If the plot is dull, the actors will have no enthusiasm and the audience will doze off. We try our best to give a wonderful performance, but all the plots are actually just an endless cycle.
If a person knows fate, all the pieces in his hand are complete. This is me. Over the years, God has been fair to me and has always let me live in the freedom to dream and dream. After thirty years old, I found that the dying sunset in the sky was so beautiful. When I get close to it, I will be immersed in a strange and beautiful golden light. Few people can understand the artistic conception of "a few sunsets".
I worship the creation of ancestors, pursue their spirit, appreciate the temperament of past life and love the leisure of ancient times. I think I should live in ancient times, in my favorite Spring and Autumn Period, Six Dynasties and Tang Dynasty, playing chess, painting, calligraphy, poetry, wine and tea. At that time, people were so righteous. "Power can't be bent, wealth can't be lewd, and poverty can't be moved." This is a gentleman! In today's Jianghu, forget it.
I'm crazy about traditional classical culture. I walked on the road for a year and a few months. I packed my bags and wandered around, looking for our homes that were hard to give up but soon disappeared-those ancient villages that were in the wild or inaccessible. I feel more and more that it has become a spiritual world that I can't give up; The dignity of history, people's life, national context, and the course of beauty genes and emotions are all hidden in it. Today, the ancient ecology is very fragile, especially when the farming society is irresistibly dying. I feel like facing my aging and weak mother and feeling a kind of life. So, my footprints are in towards the distant.
Others travel, mostly in groups. I, on the other hand, like to walk alone, farther and farther away. In this way, I am integrated with nature, * * * was born and * * * sang. Besides, I don't like driving. Now the traffic problem is like a scourge, from civilization to barbarism. I like walking. Walking makes me feel practical, but sometimes I ride a horse and chase the wind to find happiness and enmity. I like the whistling wind. I once rushed up against it. The wind blew into the beautiful sea, and waves were everywhere, stirring the valley like a lion's roar. That kind of pleasure is shocking.
I think I am a free Hong Fei, flying very high. The wind is under my wings.
Every time I fly back from the sky, I bring back many antiques and put them in my small apartment. I like lions, so I began to collect all kinds of ancient lion sculptures. Over the past few years, there have been 100 lions, stone carvings, wood carvings, brick carvings, bamboo carvings, ceramics and clay sculptures scattered in every corner of the house to ward off evil spirits and protect my good fortune and peace. I just named it "Lion Building", which is quite lonely. Unexpectedly, a friend brought two strangers to tea. One stormy night, the hero Jin Yong sat in the living room and listened to the heroine playing Guangling San. At that time, he felt a lot. I don't know how many arrogant people there are in the sinister Jianghu. On another moonlit night, singer Tayu Lo sang "Flowers on the Sea" in a low voice, which broke everyone's heart. A friend who is good at calligraphy wrote a pair of couplets, "A layman doesn't drive a car, but a man has the demeanor of an emperor", and sent them to Lion Building. I dare not hang up. I wrote a picture myself: "Hong Fei plays in the sea, cold to the blue frost sword;" The lion king strives for hegemony and dares to cast eternal words. "It feels right.
After writing this manuscript, it will be dawn soon. I feel that my mood at this time has never been like this, as if I saw the first ray of sunshine shining on my mossy tombstone. 1937 A passage from Camus's reading notes suddenly jumped into my mind: "The dark clouds over the monastery are getting thicker and thicker, and the night is gradually falling, slowly covering the big stone tablets that praise the good deeds of the deceased. If someone asked me to write a 100 page moral book, 99 pages were blank. At the last page, I would write: I only admit one responsibility, and that is love. "