From that moment on, at 20: 44 on July 27, 2009 (1), shredded rice paper was scattered in the study, and Yo-Yo Ma's classical cello became heavier and heavier. For months, I have been unable to find my way ... this may be the biggest bottleneck I have encountered in learning calligraphy for so long. Yan Zhenqing's "Sacrificing a Nephew" was copied for nearly four months. At first, the structure was similar, and the strokes were similar, until finally the hairspring reached a deep similarity. But the teacher always said something was missing, so I kept practicing. Then crush a hopeful rice paper. Yan Zhenqing was able to splash ink like this because he was in a state of mind at that time and naturally could not understand the emotions revealed by calligraphy. I have always believed that the highest realm of calligraphy is not whether it is similar or not, but a self-created style. Now I'm trapped in this frame, and I can't find my way at all. By chance, I was lucky enough to come to the Shanghai Museum and enjoy Mi Fei's The Story of a Multi-view Building. Among thousands of works, I only fell in love with it. It is a well-deserved "brush character", and there are cadences between the side pens. The pen is bold and bold, and the middle is slightly lighter, which shows its boldness. Between dozens of crosses that seem to be separated and connected, I actually realized a kind of clarity that I have never seen before. From that moment on, I seemed to throw away Yan Zhenqing's restraint and was deeply triggered by "brushing words". What's more, Mi Fei has accumulated his own unique style by copying hundreds of kinds of calligraphy. At the moment when I started writing again, the ink was scattered on the rice paper like flowing water. Although there is still the original shadow, but the mentality has changed greatly, pursuing the direction of calligraphy. Perhaps the direction of life is the same. When I go through a busy review stage, I always trap myself in a thick pile of materials. Sometimes, we should open our hearts and appreciate different scenery in order to gain the most essential truth. Maybe if you think about it from another angle, you will feel a bright future. I smooth the pieces of broken rice paper and enjoy the sound of classical cello. From that moment on, I felt a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life, just like Liang Shiqiu said, "Everything is gorgeous and plain again." Comments: We appreciate articles with experience, because they will touch our similar experiences; We are deeply impressed by thoughtful works, because it takes us to the height of thought. What's more, when the two meet, the experience is richer under the support of thought, and the thought is sharper under the infiltration of experience. The little author wrote his own experience of "following the art" with ups and downs, and all his feelings were silent until the Zen enlightenment at that moment, which made us convinced. What he gained was not only his understanding of art, but also his understanding of life. Metaphysical "dilemma experience" has gradually changed into metaphysical philosophy. "From that moment on, I realized a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life, just as Liang Shiqiu said:' Everything is gorgeous and plain'". From that moment on, (2) when the dusk came quietly, a wisp of kitchen smoke curled up not far away and kissed the sky safely. From that moment on, people finished their day's work and began to reunite with their families. This is my memory. I left my hometown for a long time, and gradually forgot their familiar voices and smiles, and forgot the appearance and aroma of kitchen smoke. One day, I was working hard and somehow remembered that I hadn't called my grandparents for a long time, and I especially missed them. I couldn't help dialing the familiar and unfamiliar number. Grandpa's voice came from the other end of the phone. He asked me about my recent life with concern. It's a little noisy. As you can imagine, people are already on their way home at this time. I seem to see a little vague smoke rising, and I think of playing hopscotch with my friends in front of the house. "Everything is fine." I can only say it briefly, because I am already in tears. I decided to go back to my hometown to see my grandparents and the long-lost kitchen smoke. The car drove so fast that I got off at the station before I could recall the scenery of my hometown. Suddenly I have a feeling of fear. Fortunately, the old uncle with a hoe grinned at me, and his white teeth shone with healthy beauty, which made him feel very comfortable. On my way home, I looked around, looking for the smoke in my memory. But it seems to have been made invisible by Harry Potter. It takes a long time to walk slowly, but it takes so long when the road is short. I'm a little disappointed. I feel that I have lost the tacit understanding with my hometown and cooking smoke. The sky soon darkened. I walked home quickly. Suddenly, the whole person shuddered and settled there. At present, there is a faint smoke, with a faint grain yellow, rising leisurely in a leisurely manner. There is a breeze blowing, and a real smell fills my nose. I feel a deep warmth, which is the taste of my hometown. From this moment on, my heart and hometown are closely connected with everything, and I know it has always been there. I ran home with open arms. And that smoke, like an unknown flower, blooms faintly. When the wind blows, sweet pollen overflows my heart. From that moment on, I knew that my hometown would always exist, as real as smoke, permeating every corner of my heart and going through every step of my life. Comments >>& gt Kafka has his castle, Qian Zhongshu has his besieged city, Haizi has his wheat field, Qi Jun has her spring wine, and the author of this article has his kitchen cigarettes. They are all metaphors to express the author's understanding of life situation. We read a deep emotion in the light and heavy smoke, which is calling all the time, calling for the return of the wanderer and stirring up the author's attachment to his hometown. Looking for cooking smoke is looking for the unique flavor of hometown, which flashes lingering attachment in abnormal psychological time and delicate emotional experience, which is touching. Until the smoke in the kitchen becomes a flower, it will bloom in my heart forever, and my life journey will never be lonely. From that moment on, (3) the sun was like fire, and even the air seemed sticky, leaving only a lazy ending. Sitting on a tricycle, I let the weather control my mood, and my heart was agitated. Bored, I carefully looked at the tricycle driver in front. This is a middle-aged man with a long-sleeved uniform in black and blue, heavy trousers rolled up high and an old pair of slippers dragged on his feet. Every time he stepped on it, his heel turned white with a creak, but the wrinkles still hid evil people and evil people. A canyon-like crack has been winding to the depths, faintly visible bloodshot. The dark old handle witnessed the aging of the car. Listening to this coachman singing an unknown ditty-a dialect that people can't understand, it reveals a good mood that can't be concealed. Did you earn enough money today to make you so happy? "Thank you!" "You're welcome!" I paid the money. Watching him open his wallet, sporadic coins lay there quietly, and there was nothing else. I was surprised from the moment he opened his wallet. His happiness is simple because he is happy. Isn't happiness a complicated formation? Isn't it a rainbow after the storm? From that moment on, I found happiness is actually very simple. Because the ending is doomed, why not face it happily? It's no use crying, so we greeted them with a smile. The reason for happiness is only happiness. What "being the first" and "wedding candle" are just complex expressions of happiness, but only a restrictive model of happiness. Once "people" are modeled, they become "prisoners". How can there be happiness? From that moment on, simplicity is happiness. There is great beauty in heaven and earth, and it is obtained in simplicity; Life is full of fatigue, hidden in complexity. People are happy when they are simple, but few people are happy; People suffer when they are complicated, but people who suffer are bustling. Let go of the obsession with material things and believe that simplicity is happiness. From that moment on, I understand that happiness is because of happiness, so from this moment on, please believe that happiness is simple and happy! Comment >>& gt In the real world, there are big people and small people. In thoughtful works, there is no such obvious distinction. In the little people, we can read the profound taste of life, in the big people, we can read the lack of human nature. The description of details is quite skillful, and the description of the driver's situation really makes us feel some sympathy: cracked heels, elderly vehicles, worn-out baskets, especially the description of heels, which increases associations, makes readers feel the same, conveys a kind of sadness, corresponds to the driver's optimism and openness, and forms a kind of tension. The author read a great beauty of human nature-contentment and happiness in this humble coachman, which triggered a long series of thoughts and gained a feeling of life: "There is great beauty in heaven and earth, which is derived from simplicity; Life is exhausted and hidden in complexity. "