Standing among the rocks, mountains, rivers and gravels, you silently gaze at the distant sky, waiting for the stairs to climb from the temple of literature, just like the boat parked quietly by the autumn water. , you watch devoutly and never give up for a thousand years!
——Inscription
You have told yourself in your heart more than once that you will no longer be exposed to the words intertwined with love and hatred in this life. In those days, words were the written representation of your inner monologue, and you allowed it to be seen in the world without any cover-up. You are not a mediocre person, at least, you are not willing to be a mediocre person. However, your physical condition is destined to be irreversible, leaving you helplessly isolated from others, in a small space where you are stared at by strange eyes. You can't run freely in the fierce world of basketball, you can't gallop on the open green field as much as you want. You once resented the benefactors who gave birth to you. You blamed them for not giving you eagle wings and a lion-like body. I wonder if I am a weakling who has fallen for nothing, a mediocre person with no merits. Finally, you learned to swim in that quiet ocean of knowledge, and even learned about self-salvation. Shi Tiesheng gave you the courage and confidence to fight against fate, and Zhou Guoping taught you to calmly think about the ups and downs of life. Under their guidance, you found the meaning of life and completed the foundation of a glorious life.
You are lucky. Although the thoroughfare was blocked by God as a joke, God has created another tree-lined path for you that is less crowded. You greedily picked the exotic flowers on the path and delicately made them into colorful flower crowns to wear on your head. After walking out of the path, the flower crown has transformed into a shining halo above your head. Enveloped by the halo, you become the focus of everyone's attention and pursuit. You are immersed in the rare moment of honor and enjoy the envy and admiration from the surrounding eyes.
The eyes can easily pierce through the thin glory on the surface. Behind the glory, the eyes still tear open the surface, clearly seeing the shortcomings and helplessness you tried so hard to hide, and then walked away with a hint of disappointment. You are lonely, leaving you to suffer the pain of heart attack again and again - you have loved, you are happy, you have not been loved, you are in pain!
You don’t have the habit of hiding pain. You always habitually interweave love and pain in the blurred words, wandering in every corner of love. Your stories are enough to be woven into a book. Although each of them is like a flash in the pan, you sincerely interpret each fruitless truth. When you gradually heard about the rumors about the "love saint" and the "talented man" in the ivory tower, you smiled bitterly and were speechless!
You accept the rumored title without hesitation, even though your emotional world has always been as pure as a blank sheet of paper. When all the ordinary people around you embrace the fragrance, you are alone and proudly watching. You wandered through the crowded crowd, weaving passing encounters again and again. Like a passer-by on the platform, you freeze every brief acquaintance into a picture of elegant and graceful Guan Juli, and you engrave every brief stop into a series of lingering and pathos love poems. The heroines in poems and paintings are without exception the graceful and graceful Qiushui Yiren.
Does the beauty enrich your poetry, or does the poetry set off the beauty in Qiushui? You don't know, but you know that your words can no longer be separated from Yiren's poetic dwelling. So, you search indifferently, looking for the confidante who has captured your literary thoughts all your life.
Tossing and turning, like the waxing and waning of the bright moon, although you are looking for the news, you are separated and gathered together, tired and separated, unable to speak. It rains at night in Bashan, unable to communicate. ** v. Hong Chen Qiu Si. Your words are infiltrated by the autumn water and live for your beloved. As your beloved becomes distant, your literary thoughts gradually become dim.
A disdainful voice sounded from the depths of the soul: "Without her, your writing will no longer be flexible. You are only qualified to write about the love between children and you are not worthy of being called a gifted scholar."
Your pride does not allow such contemptuous words to rage around you. You want to prove that you can leave your children's affairs and not be restrained and restrained by egoistic thoughts. You try hard to get rid of Youqing, but you are like a boat without an oar. No matter how hard you struggle, you are always wandering on the edge of the vast sea of ??literature, unable to move forward to the vast place ahead.
Perhaps due to low self-esteem, you gave up your beloved words, just like the end of a long love affair. You warn yourself silently in your heart time and time again, forget her and break it off! Your words need sparks of passion, but your life is dull and dull. Give up the idea of ??climbing the literary palace, you will not be able to take this road!
You have silenced your once vivid words and decadent your once gushing literary thoughts. You have completely fallen into sinking. This sinking has lasted for ten years! In the past ten years, the romance and passion have already disappeared with her, and you have been living a mediocre life - getting married, having children, quarreling, and divorced. "Sage of love" degenerates into "leftover love", and "talented scholar" is reduced to "paper cutting". You were despised by your former relatives and looked down upon by your former fellow students, but you didn't take it seriously and remained the same, dissolute and cynical, like a down-and-out prince, walking alone in the ever-changing world of the Internet.
"You are destined to be a literati, because you have a pure literati heart!" Another voice came from the dream ten years later, constantly hitting your fragile heartstrings, "You must jump out Personal feelings, moving towards a broader world! "
You are very familiar with this sharp voice, which comes from the distant Qiushui beauty.
You suddenly wake up, you suddenly realize, then you truly understand your own heart, a heart born for literature. You are happy to set off, you are overjoyed, looking back on the ten years of solitary journey, although you have cut off your thoughts and words, your literary heart is still there, hot!
Ten years have been a time of dormancy, concealment, and watching. Watch over that illusory beauty in the fairy world - the Muse!
Following the voiceless sound in the dream, you try your best to get rid of the shackles of worldly affairs. If Jia Baoyu is sleepwalking in a fantasy world, you embrace a literary heart and roam freely in the blurred fantasy world of the Internet literary world. Finally, in the mist of clouds and mountains, you choose an eclectic fairy palace to stop and stand. Looking at this moment, your eyes are racing, and your heart is dancing. Words and scenery come one after another, making you feast on the words and colors, and you are overwhelmed. In the end, you are in two places. Standing in front of the magnificent scenery for a long time, staring at it for a long time.
When you look at the green mountains in the distance and the surging waves up close, it seems as if a dear and kind muse is floating in front of you. The literary thoughts that have been dormant for ten years are gradually awakened by the muse in the open and magnificent scene...
Watching for ten years, just to look back at the past life!
Watch for ten years, and it will last for thousands of years in the future!