If you want to read carefully, the study is a place to collect books and read. If its main function is writing, it should be called "book shop". The original meaning of "Fang" is lane, which is often used as the name of street and lane. If you read it carefully, it should be interpreted as the workplace of manual producers.
Writing is naturally done by hand, and the posture is lower. A writer is nothing more than a writer. Of course, writers write by thinking, but which of the 72 lines can lack the shadow of thinking?
So the word "bookstore" is more appropriate.
My bookstore is naturally inseparable from books. The first is to create a writing background and atmosphere. Second, when you are tired of writing, you will turn over the books and catch your breath. Maybe I will find some inspiration between the lines.
Because I moved, my bookstore changed several times, but no matter how I changed it, I could not do without the desk (later replaced by the computer desk), bookcase, sofa and coffee table. Sofa must be made of cloth and pure cotton fabric, suitable for lying down and resting. Cool writing in summer, muscles close to the cloth, soft and delicate, suitable for physical and mental relaxation.
Since I owned my own bookstore, it has been in the room facing south. Let your brain face the sun, your mind will naturally not be cold, the windows should be big and there should be enough space. At first, there was no condition to support the idea of windows and space. More than ten years ago, I bought a three-room homestead on the edge of the county town, built a small courtyard, and arranged the whole living room on the second floor into a bookstore, covering more than 30 square meters. This is my wish.
Green can catch my eye. There is one thing in my bookstore: potted bamboo. At first, it was Asparagus, with long and thin branches and leaves layered on top of each other, and its posture was quiet, just like that of Cui Yun. It is elegant and exquisite, and has a natural charm. The cold bookstore shows all kinds of vitality. At first, I put the asparagus pot outside the window. Later, I heard that asparagus should not be exposed to the sun, so I put it on the desk by the window. Writing, suddenly looked up and saw it smiling at me. It looks watery all day. I stared at it quietly, stroking its branches and leaves with my fingers, as if I were communicating with it emotionally. It is like an ideal lover, soothing my soul. In my spare time, I sprinkle water on its branches and leaves with a watering can and pour the remaining tea leaves into its roots. My inner thought is that it takes care of my spirit so much that I should take good care of it. It seems to understand my mind, and its long twigs are graceful. Sometimes, I will trim its branches and leaves with small scissors and roll up its long soft hair to make it gentle and pretty, like a lady. Open the window, the cool wind blows it, it gently shakes and nods to me.
Autumn hasn't passed yet, and the branches and leaves of asparagus gradually turn yellow, listless like illness. Invited a friend who likes growing flowers. He felt the soil in the basin and said that there must be too much water, and the roots of asparagus have rotted. I didn't give up. In the morning, I moved it to the window and let it enjoy the fresh sunshine. At nine o'clock, I moved it back indoors, opened the window and let it breathe the aura of nature. However, my careful care did not make it show signs of recovery. Like a sentimental girl, she can't afford to get sick.
The withered and yellow leaves of asparagus are increasing. I know, it is dying, say goodbye to me. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the asparagus dried up and became a weed. I counted the days, from the time it entered the room to the time it died, sixty days.
Later, my friend gave me a pot of broad-leaved trees, saying they were literati bamboo, which was easy to raise. Put it in a brown oval ceramic basin, which suits my temperament. The sudden green leaves made me think a lot In this way, it has been with me in the bookstore for more than ten years.
There are two straw futons on the ground of the bookstore, which are 9 cm thick and 44 cm in diameter. They are made of dried rice and bamboo shoots. The futon is placed in the bookstore, which is completely a leisurely mood. More often, I don't sit on it, just look at its texture and straighten out the context of the article. Sometimes I think of its past lives, so the smell of grass comes to my nose.
The bookstore is on the second floor, with a pair of straw futons, which is in line with the atmosphere. What writers fear most is the lack of geographical knowledge.
The futon was originally used by practitioners when they meditated and bowed down. When in use, put the futon on the square mat, sit on it, close your eyes and let your mind take off. I am not a Buddhist, and I don't like this form of meditation, but I always miss Buddha in my heart. After 50 years old, I suddenly had feelings for Zen. Buddhism and Zen are one family. In my opinion, Zen is a higher realm of Buddhism. Put a futon in the bookstore to give you the breath of Buddha and Zen. Always eager to add some Buddhist flavor to the text.
For a while, I looked at the futon and was moved, so I sat down to experience the feeling of a yogi. If you just sit on a chair, it's a pair of forks, with your knees together, your fingers crossed on your knees, your neck bent, and your eyes on your abdomen and heart. If you sit in two overlapping seats, with your knees open, your palms open and one hand on one knee, you can look out the window and give your heart to the world outside. There is also a sitting posture, that is, putting your feet on the futon, closing your eyes and bowing, and cultivating your mind. No matter what kind of sitting posture, it is a Zen posture.
These two futons are similar in texture to the eight diagrams. Many times, I just stare at it and want to read some images from it. As for gossip, the earliest saying is that Fuxi is the king of the world. He explored the mysteries of nature outward, examined his heart inward, and finally deduced Tai Chi gossip. The most famous is the Eight Diagrams in Zhouyi. The sky, the earth, the sun, the moon, the thunder, the wind and the mountains and rivers are all like a small universe with internal organs.
On sunny days, I will put two futons in the bay window to keep the sunshine warm. They shine, revealing the smiling faces of Buddha and Zen, and sharing my good mood.
The earliest desk lamp in the bookstore, the lampshade made of silk, contains incandescent lamps. When the light rope is pulled, it emits dark red light, which makes the bookstore suddenly hazy and warm. However, writing or reading under the lamp for a long time will make your eyes uncomfortable. This was in the 1980s. Later, with the dimming setting, incandescent lamps were replaced by fluorescent lamps, and the light became very white and the eyes were very comfortable.
I haven't made detailed statistics on the lamps I have used. More than 30 years have passed, and there are at least a dozen lights. They have different shapes, such as button type, touch type and remote control type, but they are all used quickly. Most of the switches are broken, so I'm too lazy to take them to the street for repair. Fortunately, they are not expensive.
At present, the desk lamp beside my desk is floor-standing, and the shelf is metal, which can change the direction and adjust the height, and has both decorative and practical functions. Put it in the bookstore, showing elegance. I have been in my bookstore for more than three years, and nothing has happened. Like a lover, accompany my busy night. Sometimes, I will stop tapping on the keyboard, turn the chair, change the direction of my body and adjust the height of the desk lamp, knowing that it is just an object without thoughts, but I am eager to have a heart-to-heart conversation with it. It can't talk, just touch my face with light and warm my heart.
There is a difference between the light of a desk lamp and that of the sun. The objects in the bookstore can be seen in the sun, and there are no secrets to hide. The light of the desk lamp is different, except for the desk and keyboard, everything else is blurred. The futon on the floor, the texture is blurred, and the eyes don't need to stare. The green of that pot of bamboo has turned into milky green, just like a layer of milk spilled on the leaves, shining. At this time, thinking has entered a single-minded realm, only in the conception of the text. Different from the daytime, thinking is often absent-minded for no reason, turning to look at the scenery outside the window, scanning the whereabouts of a bird, watering the bamboo, meditating on the futon ... writing under the lamp light is quiet and free from any distractions, which is suitable for writing in a pure spiritual world.
No distractions, thanks to the lamp.
What's it like to hang a gourd in the bookstore?
The gourd is hung on the wall behind the desk first, with a framed calligraphy, which can be seen by knocking on the keyboard. Later hung on the bracket of the floor lamp, you can reach out and touch it; Not long ago, I hung it on the edge of the bookshelf. My desk is opposite the bookshelf. I write with my back to the bookshelf, so I can't see.
Why did you put it out of sight? I don't know. I was absorbed, and suddenly a gourd came into my field of vision, which would distract me. Therefore, it should not enter my bookstore. However, I am reluctant to throw it away. I always feel that with its existence, the bookstore will be more immortal.
Gourd is a kind of culture. China people have always regarded the gourd as a mysterious treasure and a panacea for bringing back the dead. Therefore, the story of "saving the world by hanging a pot" has been circulated since ancient times. Many imperial doctors, immortals and experts hang gourds on their shoulders or around their waists. Ji Gong, revered as a living Buddha by later generations, staggered all the way, singing "a whore, a hat and a cassock", shaking a broken fan in his hand and hanging a wine gourd on his chest. Jigong's free and easy lifestyle is praised.
With the gourd in the bookstore, I have the fairy spirit, which can give birth to inspiration and help me write beautiful articles. When I woke up, I thought the idea was ridiculous. However, there are several sober moments in a person's life. In addition, some seemingly meaningless things may trigger a feeling that people worship nature mysteriously.
In this way, there is a gourd hanging in the bookstore, which is really not just for decoration.
After 50, I spent almost one-third of my life in bookstores. Of course, writers can't live without life. Asparagus, futon, desk lamp, gourd, and objects in the bookstore also belong to life. With their company, I naturally won't be lonely.