Loneliness is a broken red line, you hold it tightly and wait silently for the matchmaker at the other end, even if that person is long gone.
"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." Every time I read this sentence, I can't help sighing the loneliness of the drizzle. When the misty rain falls on the shirt bit by bit, who says this feeling is not torrential? Why else did you soak the whole dress? When that soft flower, flying and spinning, landed on the bluestone road, who was it?
Say this feeling is not heroic? Otherwise, why is it all over the path? However, they are "invisible" and "silent".
There is a Hua Zhong in everyone's heart, where those beautiful feelings that are inhuman to others are buried. This Hua Zhong is locked in loneliness.
Nalan is lonely. His good friend once lamented: "Everyone is singing water words. How many people know Nalan's heart?" There is no doubt that he is the son of Guo Xiang, the imperial bodyguard, and everyone worships him. However, in his heart, there is a deep loneliness. He picked it up in the yard, but "why can't he say anything?" He can only sigh, "I've been tracking it for ten years." He yearns for simplicity, but this longing is like Mao Mao rain in the eyes of the world. No matter how cold he is, he is silent. Nalan's loneliness is a person's sadness.
Li Yu is also lonely. Wang Guowei said that he was "born in the palace and grew up in the hands of women". Children who pee in dragon chairs often have no friends. Even if you are intoxicated with money, you can't resist the loneliness of no one to talk to in the dead of night. Especially after the downfall of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the enmity between home and country fell on this immature emperor, adding a touch of lonely gray to his mind. His loneliness is silent, but not invisible. With his own authenticity, he spread the lonely petals on the rice paper and turned them into "a river of spring water". "The flowing water has come out of spring and is on earth." There is a comment in "Ci on Earth": "When the poet arrived in Li Houzhu, he turned the words of the master into the words of the literati." Li Yu's loneliness was the sorrow of that turbulent era, but it opened a new era of ci.
Lu You wrote "With bare hands, yellow rice wine ..." In Shen Yuan, he fixed loneliness in Tang Wan's memory. While Wang Wei lamented that "Cornus officinalis is short of one person", he also injected loneliness into his bosom friend's heart. Yuan Zhen wrote in a masculine pen that "the maid-in-waiting has white hair and sits around talking about Xuanzong". Tells the feelings of lonely souls in the red wall deep courtyard. The red line in the poet's hand is tied with a pen at the other end. After the huge emotion precipitated, it turned into silence and writing motivation, making the idle flowers in the drizzle strong and indelible.
In fact, there are still some people who are lonely, even exceeding the literary role. Lin Zexu was demoted to Ili, and his loneliness was beyond people's reach, but he sang, "Do you want the country to live or die?" Benefited one side of the people. Han Yu was sent to Chaozhou and his daughter died on the way. His loneliness and lament have become the driving force for governing the country. He set up education and built water conservancy in that remote town, which was welcomed by everyone. The scenery of Chaozhou is called Han.
Their drizzle not only wet clothes, but also fell on thick land, nourishing one side of the water and soil; Their idle flowers not only paved the road, but also deeply embedded in the land. "It is more protective to turn into spring mud." At the other end of their red line, they are ordinary people! They turned loneliness into the motive force of "making a living for the world and people".
A person's loneliness can be printed on books and engraved on monuments. This kind of loneliness is beautiful and is for people to appreciate. But no monument can last forever. Han Yu's story tells us that the loneliness of those heroes is dedication, and we should look up respectfully.
2. Silent fatherly love
On June 17, several citizens wrote words of blessing to their fathers on the "Father Wall" in the streets of Chaohu City. Xinhua News Agency (photo by Zhang Shenghao)
Six years old.
On the playground, a little boy learned to ride a bike, and his father stood beside him. Without a word of guidance and a trace of comfort, the little boy naturally fell and his leg was already bleeding. Finally, the child sat on the ground and cried. Father is still standing so straight, his eyes are full of disdain and indifference. How eager the child is for his father's encouragement. No; How much the child longed for his father's hug, but he still didn't. It's just that those empty eyes make the child feel cold and heartless. Finally, the child stopped crying, stood up stubbornly, got on the bus and began to try again. My father, who had long been uninterested, turned and strode away. Behind him was the crash of metal and the ground. My father just turned his head casually, but his hands were shaking. The child stood up, thinking about his father's indifferent eyes just now, and two lines of tears inexplicably slipped across his cheeks. One step, two steps, three steps ... Father's footsteps are still firm.
16 years old.
In the auditorium, the little boy stepped onto the platform surrounded by the crowd. I hold the trophy high again and cheer again. Holding the honor tightly, the child struggled to find his father under the constant flashing of the flash. He was the only one in the crowd and only one in the audience. For a moment, the auditorium seemed empty, only the child and his father looked at each other. Still so indifferent, still so disdainful. My father's empty eyes eclipsed the radiant trophy. He stood up, walked to his son, grabbed the trophy without hesitation and gave it to the teacher backstage. Two lines of tears flowed down involuntarily, one step, two steps, three steps ... Father's footsteps remained firm.
Yesterday.
At the school gate, a young man said goodbye to his father. No greetings, no comfort, no hugs, no words. Looking straight at my father, his wrinkles deepened and some gray was added to his black hair. Tears swirled in my eyes, repressed. In the blur, there is also a little light in my father's indifferent eyes. The trembling hand reached out to his son, stopped in mid-air and shrank back. Pointing to the door, my father turned around again and did not move. Looking at my father's distant back. Near the corner, the father stopped, looked back and saw his son. The young man stared at his father, too, and the uncontrollable tears finally flowed down. Silence, the heart is so warm, one step, two steps, three steps. ...
Today.
In the examination room. There is a child who writes about silent fatherly love, and his heart is full of gratitude and pride.
My father, his feelings are like delicate autumn rain and soft spring breeze, without ups and downs, just indifferent and silent.
Silent fatherly love-I am very grateful.
3. When the memory flows through Auschwitz.
Forgetting history means betrayal. As time went by, they didn't forget. Jews have not forgotten, because they know that they are brave after being ashamed, so they are often winners in front of the Nobel Prize. Germans have not forgotten, because they regard yesterday's sins as lessons for today and prevent tomorrow's mistakes. People all over the world will never forget it, because peace is the wish of each of us.
Time will not weather memories. No one wants Auschwitz's Gothic architecture to really break the peace of the world, but it will not affect the scars in our memory. It will only serve as a symbol of our peace to warn the bell to ring. Now the Jews have been treated fairly, but they have never forgotten their own history, even an unforgettable memory.
The ancients said, "Heaven and earth are righteous, but miscellaneous is prosperous." It is awe-inspiring and admirable to see the river yue below and the sun star above. "It is with this lofty spirit that the Jews turned their anger into their determination to revive the country. Don't think that they forgot that period of history without saying a word. Time will never let some memories decay, just as Ye Yanbin will never forget the feeling that the wilderness is dull, and Auschwitz will never forget that humiliating history, even if time keeps going round and round.
On that day, Auschwitz's alarm sounded; On that day, the Jews burst into tears; On that day, memories flowed through this peaceful world; On that day, peace pronounced a sentence to the extremely skilled and respectable war fighters: the bell of victory will ring the whole chest in the hearts of peacemakers.
Time can never stand the suffering of Auschwitz in the depths of memory!
4. Rose. hometown
Time is like a wide river, flowing slowly from the levee, washing away dust and refreshing memories. The mountains, rivers, grass and trees in my hometown are vividly floating in front of me. I have been drifting away for six years. I often miss those simple folks. Do they also miss wandering artistry?
When I first arrived in the city, I clung to my brother-in-law's skirt and dared not let go. Those red candles, lights, melodious saxophone, fast-paced trains ... all came to me, and I was at a loss. The imaginary city should be relatively peaceful and simple, just like my hometown, which has been haunted for many years.
Time sometimes passes slowly, especially when I haven't heard from home for a long time. I circle the letters I receive every day on the calendar board with a bright red pen. For me, that day was the New Year, and it was the most unforgettable day. Round and red are sometimes scattered on every calendar, recording many memories about hometown. Calendar not only gives me clear time, but also gives me many good memories. Perhaps this is the feeling of "root" that Mr. Yu Guangzhong said.
When you ask about your hometown, you often say in your reply what has changed and what has not. So the memory of my hometown is also a little bit trimmed and a little bit perfect. Time has really changed the face of my hometown in the past, but it can't leave her memory in my heart.
One day, I was typing in front of the keyboard, and my memory was full of my hometown. The draft will come every few days, and besides the remuneration, there is another sentence:
Memory is a rose without flowers/Never withers-Xi Murong
The moment I got the document, my eyes filled with tears. I don't know who wrote this sentence for me specially. Maybe he/she is also a wanderer. The hometown in memory, the longer it is, the more weighty it becomes. How can time withstand her memory in my heart?
My hometown, the rose without flowers in my heart, has bloomed for thousands of years. ...
5. Flowers bloom on both sides
Memory is the fragrance of flowers, blown by the wind of time, drifting farther away.
I still remember the man named Wang Xueyuan in my memory, who resolutely stood up and uncovered the shady medical expenses. He is not afraid of losing his job, intimidation and revenge. He exposed the scandal and justice was done. His feat has given us a more transparent medical expense system today. His bravery, his sacrifice, he is like a pure lotus, emitting the fragrance of righteousness, which permeates the memory, and the longer it takes, the stronger it becomes.
Memory is a flower on both sides of the long river of time. Time not only failed to weather them, but also nourished them and made them more beautiful.
I still remember Wang Shunyou, who taught me to be dedicated. I still remember Chen Jian, who guarded my friend's grave for 30 years and taught me to keep my promise; I still remember that avalokitesvara with a thousand hands taught me to be unyielding. I still remember countless people who helped me in my life and taught me to love ... all flowers beside the long river of memory bathed me with fragrance. What they taught me has become the wealth of my life. They will not be weathered, but will spread to my heart with the wind and running water of time, infiltrate my whole body and benefit my life.
These memories that moved me and made me grow will never be weathered. On the contrary, they will bloom charming flowers on both sides of the long river of time and decorate my life.
Flowers bloom on both sides of the strait, and memories last forever.