Open the heart curtain and let the sunshine in. I suddenly remembered this sentence, and the door of memory appeared in front of me. "Even if there is smoke, there will always be a way out." Seeing these words, I can't help thinking of one thing. Although it is trivial and common in life, it has left a deep impression on my memory.
It was a day more than ten years ago, and the sky was gray, just like my own mood. At that time, I was in poor health. After several years of suffering, my condition has not improved. Looking at myself more and more decadent, I can't calm down and face some things. In order to get rid of the troubles caused by life and body temporarily, I wanted to find a quiet place to calm myself down, so I went on a trip. Although the time is very short, only one day, it is my initial warmth. It was also this trip that made me understand the connection between warmth and life and brought me a lot of life breath, which made me want to cheer up something and benefit me for life.
Winter in our north is very cold and the sky is desolate and barren. Just like my heart, it is empty, desolate and barren, and the grass is a mess. I don't know when it will grow green branches. At that time, I really wanted to step on a piece of hay without raising my own land and relatives, but I had no choice but to control my deep feelings tightly and make myself unable to leave freely. Today, I want to thank myself for this responsibility and let me feel the beauty of life.
Tired footsteps walking aimlessly, just want to find a quiet place of my own to calm my heart down, but the world is so big that there is no place for me. I quietly came to the Yellow River. When I am in a bad mood, I like to sit by the river. Our home is close to the Yellow River, but this time we live a little far from home.
The morning in winter is very cold, which is a bit unreasonable. The north wind roared with the desolation of the sky, flapping my pale face and weak body, and the cold wind blew relentlessly from this end of the river to unknown places. At first glance, there was no one on the shore except his lonely figure. Occasionally, a few unknown birds fly in the empty and desolate sky, and the morning light in the distance just reveals the light without temperature, covering the grass and pebbles by the river under its wings. The dark red light reflects my helplessness on the river. Fortunately, some wild ducks are foraging in the river not far away. I don't know if they can't let go of the winter in the north, or if they like living here, or because of other reasons, they don't want to leave the north and go to the south to find the warmth there. Anyway, with them, at least I don't feel too desperate when I think about it. No one is stupid in such a cold day, so why walk along the Yellow River in the early morning? Walking for a long time, I don't know how long. I found a big stone with a wry smile, pulled my clothes and sat down. Yes! If you are tired and don't want to go, don't go.
The Yellow River water in winter is very clear, which is different from that in summer. I have never seen it so clearly in summer. Maybe it knows my mood at the moment, and then it converges the madness and postscript of the past, quietly accompanying me, like my mother's hand, gently smoothing my inner loneliness and helplessness. At this moment, I miss my mother very much. A long-suppressed sadness grows wantonly from the deep heart, and tears flow down without fear.
I don't know where the river here comes from and where it will flow. My eyes are blurred and I look at the river aimlessly. Let it spread, and then spread. Lonely and helpless, his right hand propped up his head feebly, and his left hand was left idle at will, with blank eyes and blank minds. No thought, no purpose, no feeling of the warmth of the sun, no feeling of a pair of eyes looking at me in the distance. Just like that, I have been alone, and the desolate hay in the distance occasionally looks at me quietly without saying a word.
The wind is still blowing, and it's cool. I don't know where I went when I left Jiangdu. Life can be repeated several times, or it is a choice. I know I can't make a choice, and neither can I. I can only drag my sick body, go my own way, and die in the depths of time. The weeping willows withered by the river are silent and lazy, and the thin branches are swaying slowly in the wind. I don't know how many years they have stood here quietly and how many Yun Qi clouds have fallen. It just kept silent and looked at me in a daze. I think spring has come, and they must be a slim girl, who has let go of the grievances of a winter.
"Girl, girl!" A few crisp shouts broke my dull thoughts. I don't know who that voice is. When a figure met the river, I knew that this person was calling me. She is not much older than me. She is dressed very thick, and there is a sweater under her cotton-padded jacket like me. She is holding a black plastic bag in her right hand, which seems to contain a lot of things, and a kite in her left hand. It turns out that she sells kites. I wonder what she asked me for. "Girl, on such a cold day, you will catch a cold if you stay here alone. I'll give you a kite to fly. " I reluctantly smiled and said, "I don't want it. You can sell it elsewhere. " "This is for you. It's free. Let it go. It is not good for you to sit here all the time. " As he spoke, he put the things in his left hand under his arm, handed me a kite in his right hand and put it by the river, then rubbed his frozen red hand. "Thank you, I don't want you. Go and get busy. " "You don't mind if I talk too much. And now it's cold, and I can't sell a few a day. It's okay to come out. Sell a few and calculate. It is you. I think you have been sitting here for a long time. Don't be stubborn Don't make yourself sick in such a cold day. " I reluctantly smiled: "Thank you, nothing. I just want to sit alone. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. " She ignored my unkindness to her and sat on a big stone near me while talking.
I learned about her life from her mouth. Her husband was paralyzed in a car accident several years ago. There are two children at school and two old people at home. Since her husband's car accident, she is the only person in the family who can afford to live, and the owner who touched her husband also ran away. She can't do anything else, she has to take care of the young and the old, and she can only sell small things to support her family. Nothing sells well in winter, so she has to take some kites to try early. I quietly listened to her telling her own experience, and looked at the still quietly flowing river, and all kinds of feelings surged in my heart. Yes! Who has not lived his own life, who has not experienced too much happiness and pain. An experience, a process. Everyone's life can't be smooth sailing, there will always be some unknown experiences. The process is very important, because this is life. Only in our own experience can we feel the existence of a kind of power, know the meaning of living, learn to grow against the wind and know how to really grow in life.
We talked a lot by the river, because it is winter, not the season to fly kites, so there are few people, let alone people who buy kites. I simply stood up and said, "Sister, few people buy kites anyway. You are in a bad mood, so am I. Let's fly kites together. " "Good is good, but can you be healthy?" "It's okay, I'm used to it. Don't worry, it will be fine. If this is the case, it is really a relief. " I made a naughty gesture, and she stood up happily and flew a kite with me.
A thread is in my hand, and a kite is in my sister's hand and slowly floats into the air with the breeze. We all looked up at the slowly rising kite and felt happy in an instant. Because this is our first time to fly a kite. Although my sister sells kites, she hasn't let go once, and neither have I. Life is enough once. When we parted, I asked the elder sister for her contact information. "Come on, fate is fate, fate is fate. If there is fate, we will meet again in the future We don't have to deliberately stay, just follow the fate. Remember that we all have to live well and live no matter what happens. " Also, fate is fate, keep a heart and clean your soul. Leave a cool and chic life journey. Leave a beautiful picture and describe the initial love. With a sincere feeling, it is good to remember and bless all those who have given them warm memories.
two
Taste a poem and enjoy a lotus in front of the Buddha. It is silence that brings the mind into meditation. It's cold outside. Isn't spring already here? Why is it still so cold? I don't give spring any pity. Think about it, too. Come and go is fate. Who knows? I don't want to talk, I don't want to watch TV, and I curl up in my own night. That's it, just turn on the music, just put yourself in the middle of the night and let a light music accompany me. A person, a cup of tea, a piece of music.
The night is long and deep, and such a night is the most charming. There is no need to sort out the rules and regulations in the secular world, let the mind indulge, let the music fly and let the tea dance. Close your eyes, melt yourself in, sit quietly alone, or be a bosom friend. Silence, no questions, no answers, quietly sitting opposite, listening to music, smelling tea and tasting the world. Purify your soul in the ethereal world, wash away the dirty air left in your body, expose yourself in the empty night, let your soul wander at will, let your mood grow freely, and let your heart return to silence.
A few days ago, a friend of mine posted a picture in the group, which was taken by himself and raised by himself, so that all his friends could watch and write it. I like that photo very much, but unfortunately I don't have the talent to write that artistic conception. Every time the code word always deviates from the original intention. But unrequited love has always been deeply rooted. Since you like it, so be it. Although there are too many regrets, it is good to think about it. Life with taste is also a kind of happiness. That's enough of life. I'm a man who has no desire and no desire, and I've always enjoyed it, that's all.
Speaking of my friend, he reminds me of Liang Xiao, a teacher I met online. His name is Liang Weizhong. I like to wander in space and express myself in words. Although I can't read, I still like the pleasant and comfortable feeling when reading. What is Liang Xiao's specific job? I haven't asked him, only that he works in our county cultural center. That's how we met online. It was he who gave me a warmth in the dictionary of life, which made me more aware of the charm of words and more grateful to the friends I met in life. There will always be unexpected warmth in life, and we will walk endlessly in life.
At the end of the years, at the end of the soul, in the lifeblood of life, a kind of warmth, a feeling has been as warm as ever. Because of Liang Xiao, I met several men like iron towers and several women as soft as water. Life is to learn to grow in progress, to be grateful in growth, and to understand the true meaning of life in gratitude.
Hometown, a warm and simple name. Born the day before the 20 15 college entrance examination, he was raised by a farmer named Li Guo with his burning emotions. He led several iron tower-like men, infected with the power of life with blood, and supported a little motivation with perseverance. Everyone likes the glory after beauty, but who can really appreciate the many grievances and unwillingness in loneliness and hardship? They all have their own lives, but just because they like words, they sacrifice a lot of time and hold up a sky for people who like words. This is also the only private publication in our county and the only publication run by farmers, which is the pride of our farmers. He is the son of heaven. The backbone of the country, the god in the hearts of literati.
I saw a photo in my hometown a few days ago and was moved by several men who focused on proofreading. The night is deep and deep, and a solitary lamp is brightly lit. Several people concentrate on proofreading every article. They either sit on the sofa, lean against it, lie on the bed, or sit. But no matter what posture, it doesn't affect their proofreading seriously. Don't they like being with their wives and children? Stay with your elderly parents? Especially Mr. Huang Weizhen, his wife is ill. Besides going to work during the day, he has to do housework to cook medicine for his wife, and he can only do these things at night. Silent dedication is the most delicate gentleness of these men. Who says men don't have delicate tenderness? From their selfless behavior, we can see a man's delicate feelings like water. They are the light that will never fade in my heart. Support the hope of the soul with a fearless soul and persistent belief, and repay the land that raised them with fiery emotions. Who has no dreams in life, they roam in their own paradise. Describe the blue sky and white clouds in your heart with a fiery heart, and write down page after page with persistence.
Writing is the soul of people who like writing, and it is the spiritual sustenance and yearning. Teacher Dong's article "Long Kneel" kneels for the son of the world and the mother of the world. Simplicity and simplicity are words, and the deep feelings between mother and child have been drawn into a unique and unforgettable landscape in the depths of the years. Who can not have such feelings, who can not have that lonely heart? He did it, and realized the true meaning of life with a feeling. Because he knew that her mother's greatest hope was to see her little son live happily. Yes, our happy life is the greatest reward for our parents.
It's raining and misty in the south of the Yangtze River, and a woman with a broken umbrella is coming along the bluestone path. Her name is Cheng Shengfeng. I don't know her, we met in a study, and we said very little. She doesn't speak as much as I do, but when it comes to writing, everything she says is worth learning and thinking about. Occasionally, when we are together, she doesn't talk, just sits quietly in the chair and listens to our nonsense with a smile. She is an undercover woman coming from the depths of Dabie Mountain, and there is still a legend in her life!
Teacher Cheng Shengfeng was born in Xinjian Village, Yantian Township, Macheng County, Hubei Province. Because of her family relationship, she only went to the fourth grade and dropped out of school to help her mother look after her brother. At that time, everyone was poor, unlike all the conditions now. By chance, she heard a poem written by Lei to Zhang Haidi on the radio (the strong sound of the fifth melody), and was deeply shocked by this poem. From then on, she fell into the ocean of literature and became attached to literature. Her poems are published in many publications and can also be found on Baidu.
She is a weak and quiet woman, but because of her own preferences, she did something she never thought of in the early 1980s, let alone her parents. She met teacher Shi, a farmer in Yuzhong county, in a publication, and was infected and moved by his literary talent and an idea. After the correspondence, I fell in love with this northwest man deeply. In spite of her parents' strong opposition, she married Shi at the age of eighteen.
In the early 1980s, this was a very serious problem, which naturally became a unique landscape of Lanzhou literary world at that time. Of course, it has also become the talk of familiar people in her place. Life can meet a lover who loves each other as much as he likes. What is happiness? Who can say that it is not a kind of happiness to be with a lover who likes and has the same interests all his life? Today, I put Zhu Wen, a poem by Mr. Cheng, into my words. First, let everyone enjoy it. Second, let Mr. Cheng's article add charm to my thin words. This is the photo taken by Mr. Dong, which I mentioned above, for the friends in the group to look at and write. It was written casually by Teacher Cheng.
asparagus fern
Return the mountain to the mountain.
Return water to water.
But I can't let you go back to your dreams.
You can be a cloud.
It may be lost.
It can be a sign that I walked out of the mountain.
Just like my old life.
Shelter from the wind and rain
But you can't escape the fate of the five-foot balcony.
The higher the heart.
The farther away from the starting point
A road/journey home
It may be broken.
asparagus fern
Or plant you in my heart
Let you grow freely in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Poetry and painting
Only ink is left on the earth.
Grateful life, grateful life met you. It is precisely because I met you on the road of life that I learned a lot and understood a lot of truth, giving me the courage to live and the mentality to face a better life. Thank you for meeting you in life, let an emotion warm every scenery in the depths of the years, let love last forever, let you and I meet to bloom pure flowers, and let life live affectionately in such a fickle world. Let the original pure slowly continue in my thin and cool world, love remains the same, feelings are more real and meaningful.