I woke up in the morning and practiced yoga in front of the window. The cool breeze was refreshing, and there was a hint of crisp autumn air in the air, which was a bit surprising.
I read a poem by Wu Yuanheng, which contains the sentence "Gold is about to fall in Xiaoshu, and autumn is coming in the slightly cool wheat." I read the annotation that the summer solstice is the first time of the year, and by Xiaoshu there is already a bit of a chilling atmosphere. The air of chilling is the air of autumn, and autumn belongs to metal, so this slight summer heat should be cool and hot. In fact, I am a stranger to solar terms. This time, just for fun, I made a ten-year plan. I just wanted to see what the final result would be if I persisted in one thing for ten years.
I took a calligraphy class all morning, and in the afternoon I went to clean my mother and chat with her. The field she knew was extremely narrow, and she was particularly inexperienced when she was young. Now that she is old and not so strong, she can tolerate it. When the person started speaking, I still refused to give up my efforts and tried to explain some new ideas from the outside world in a simple way. I still hoped that she would have some fun while living a long life.
The only things my mother was interested in were old stories about old millet and rotten sesame seeds. But I left my hometown at a very young age and have no connection with my hometown since then - all the memories I have are just the shadows of my grandfather’s peach garden with red clouds in the sky, and the big blue and white flowers under the trees. The goldfish in the porcelain vat played with falling flowers. My eldest sister also said that it was not my memory, but what she told me... So I became suspicious myself, but then I read "The Romance of the West Chamber" and read "Flowers falling and water flowing red, leisurely sorrow" "Ten thousand kinds", the first image that pops up in my mind is indeed grandpa's big blue and white porcelain vat with peach petals floating in the air, and it seems that this kind of leisurely worry has been there since childhood - there are many people and things that I can't talk about. I had to be a patient listener. When I occasionally talked about my grandfather, my mother’s eyes lit up and she talked a lot. Although she said bad things about my grandfather, which made me angry and ridiculous. I stopped her and said that my grandfather has been dead for many years, but you Don’t you remember him so much? Don’t you say that my grandpa is very capable of doing things? Why don't you just learn more of my grandfather's tricks? She smiled too.
I can see that she is in a good mood today, and I will talk to her about this in the future. At this age, she can stay in the area she is familiar with and feel comfortable. If there is a slight change, it will be an unexpected surprise. .
It was already late when I came back. I was thinking about what I had to do and was very anxious.
I have only recently started writing Chinese bamboo slips. This is a style of calligraphy that I have always wanted to try. I like its freedom and spontaneity. I originally wanted to record a song called "Relieving the Summer" by Bai Juyi, but in the end I chose a song by Chao Buzhi to write it because there were so few words and it was easy to manage. But after I finished writing, I found that there were too few words and it was hard to manage, so I wanted to start over. After that, another side issue appeared.
I wrote a piece of random text "My Landlord Grandpa" in the previous paragraph. There are many details that cannot be filled in, so I have to write out all the words that can be written first. The editor-in-chief of Blacksmith went to read it and thought it was good. But I was not satisfied and wanted to rewrite it under the title "The Last Words of the Landlord". This period of history used to be just two dry sentences in the history of the Party to me, so I searched a lot of information and after reading it, decided not to write about it. She was anxious, changed a few sentences, and posted it directly. Unexpectedly, the response was not bad.
Everyone was having a heated discussion in the group. I couldn’t say anything, so I started to discuss together. Only then did I find that there were baskets and baskets of descendants of landlords in the group, and I also heard a lot of stories. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to write it down in the future. As the saying goes, "unlucky people in a country are lucky to be a poet". In troubled times, heroes and stories are easy to emerge, and once they come, they will be full of ups and downs, euphemistic twists and turns, and magnificent events. Of course, even so, I still hope that the sea will be clear and the river will be clear, and the world will be peaceful.
After chatting for a while, it was getting late and I was in a hurry to go to bed, so I was too lazy to change it. Whether it was a cat or a dog, I had to take it out for a walk.
Postscript: Because I only posted the article the day before Xiaoshu, it is delayed. The picture in the title is a fan given to me by a child, with the four characters "Pillow on a book and watch the clouds", which won my heart and I like it very much. I use it here to express my gratitude!