Li Juan's The Corner of Altay
2011-06-1221:55: 09 from: water watercress (love poem)
"Young and lonely idiot, one day, under the pretext of buying pants, walked into a shop, took a break on the ancient migration road and said so many words to us ... will we do the same thing one day? Anxious to tell, he went into a family and asked someone to tell him. After leaving, I am more satisfied with my life at this time. " -"Ersha and His Winter Wozi"
"It's nice in summer. The sunshine is bright and warm. In this sunshine, even the shadows are clear and strong. Due to the huge contrast, the edges of shadows and light are extremely bright. The surrounding jungle is deep, and the wide and shallow river flows in the jungle, which seems to flow in a secret-this secret is full of silence and music ... The big stone in the center of the river is white and flat. " -"Time to wash clothes by the river"
"In the summer of those days, there was not a cloud in the sky, and occasionally a wisp came, which burned out in the blink of an eye and became transparent heat, and I don't know where it disappeared. There was a sound all around, but when I heard it, it was empty and silent. Listen carefully to the sound of the river. It's empty. And my fingernail-it's still shining in the shadow of the forest, but it's transparent and pale in the sun, and my fingertips are cold-"Washing clothes by the river"
"If you look closely again, you will find that although these small flowers are in harmony with the surrounding environment at first glance, in fact, they are all emphasizing uniqueness. It seems that everyone is very proud of their cleverness, and they are secretly sticking to their own ideas. But because they are too naive and too weak; Because it is too stubborn and too dazzling. They are more like a string of exclamation marks, question marks and ellipsis with obvious emotional color, which are marked in the darkness of nature ... "-"Washing clothes by the river "
"If you look at a flower very carefully, you will find that most of it is made up of some kind of' transparent texture': pink transparent, light blue transparent, light yellow transparent ... those opaque places are slightly reminded. This kind of light is reflected in those transparent places and reflects other light with slight images ... The light that a flower can emit may not even shine on a finger, but it is the most mysterious and attractive part of all the beauty it can present-Washing clothes by the river.
"At that time, I always felt that I would fall in love with a gold digger one day-how delicate and sensitive a person who can find gold from the sand will be! The work of panning for gold is too lonely and hard, and it contains the content of "long time" ... When I make a dress in front of the sewing machine day and night and tear it repeatedly, he also collects the most precious things in the world from piles of sand with a weight that can only be barely detected by the naked eye at a time ... "-"Dirty Road at the Door "
"Occasionally there will be one or two graves lying on the side of the road. We looked through the low wall around the grave. It was flat and empty. It seems that this Muslim tomb is just surrounded by a small quiet clearing, not a dead man. Further away, the terrain gradually inclines downward, the river flows quietly at the bottom of the valley, and the shrubs on both sides of the river grow in disorder and abundance. Looking around, there is a huge dark red cliff that runs across the east and west, and several camels stand quietly on the top of the cliff. Because it's too far, it's only the size of a finger from here. The sky behind the cliff is deep in You Lan. When we look up again, the sky above is also profound and blue. " -"dirt road at the door"
"When I think of the moon in Bagra ... my body is open. Fish swim in my body, water plants spread their leaves, and whatever touches my body will sink gently ... The moon in Bagra is the strangest thing in the world, and it is incredibly round. And other things in this wilderness, no matter what, are irregularly laid on the ground, with messy lines and rough descriptions. The moon in Bagra is so bright that any kind of light in the world will sigh when it touches it. I can't help showing the same texture as it ... "-"A few nights in Bagra "
"I sat on a small bench in front of the stove, fed firewood from time to time, and carefully fiddled with the firewood in the stove with a hook to make the flame lick the bottom of the pot more fully. The face is red and hot. Looking up at the place outside the furnace, I have adapted to the strong sight of the flame and suddenly fell into darkness. The room is dark and profound, and the kitchen is extremely bright. " -"A few nights in Bagra"
"In Bagra, the night can't say how long. Long enough to extend into the next day's day. During the day, Baghlal is also full of the silence peculiar to the night. Moreover, due to the total exposure to the sun, Bagra is more defensive during the day than at night, more hasty and harder to hide himself. During the day, when we go outside from a well-understood room, there is always a moment when we have to squint to see the world clearly. " -"A few nights in Bagra"
"How far is the child's heart from us! Especially what they can grow up, which is completely different from this moment, is even more mysterious and wonderful. When they mumble something in the grass, when they divide a candy that can be swallowed in one gulp into countless portions, when they talk to each other in an orderly way about topics that sound chaotic to us ... how vast the happiness of children is! " -"Children"
"I took off my shoes and crossed the river. The river is very cold. After stepping on the biggest and flattest stone in the middle of the river, I took off my coat and rubbed my feet hard. Then-usually at this time-lie down and take a nap wrapped in a coat. The stone was scalding in the sun for a long time, and the hot air burned my whole body, so I felt too comfortable to move. But after all, this is a stone soaked in snow water. In a short time, the heat at the bottom is gone, the chill is light, and the whole body is quiet. At the same time, the sense of sobriety will gradually dissipate ... "-"Those places in the depths "
"The evening began. When I walked slowly to the valley where my home was located, the huge shadow of the mountains in the southwest had covered more than half of the valley and slowly approached my tent. And the shadow of my tent climbed to the firewood pile five meters away from the tent. When the shadow completely covered the firewood pile and reached the stove farther away, grandma began to prepare dinner. Every day. Our schedule in the mountains is calculated by the length of the shadow, and there is no clock at all. " -"Those places in the depths"
"I saw the light swaying unpredictably in the crystal, the forests and mountains on the opposite mountain twisted gracefully, and the sky became dreamy purple. I looked at the grassland again and saw a rider coming from the end of the valley. The whole valley seemed to be burning sweetly. The man leaned back on his horse and swayed from side to side in the flames. When I removed the crystal, the scenery suddenly woke up. The rider was so clear that he was getting closer and closer. Later, he seemed to wave to me, but he didn't. " -"Those places in the depths"
"I live in a wonderful world. It's big, quiet, close, real and direct. The grass around you is really grass, and its green is really green. When I touch it, I am really touching it. I gently pulled it up. It was pulled up not because I pulled it up, but because of its own destiny ... what I want to say is something more harmonious than harmony, fairer than fairness, and better than beauty. I live here, know the people who are coming, and go out of my own destiny for the last time, and I am satisfied. The sadness I can feel is more like happiness. " -"Those places in the depths"
"She is in a corner of the mountain. I don't know what she will meet. I don't know what kind of happiness she will have. When she came back, she lived beside me like a shadow. It was quiet and sunny. I don't know what some of her words mean, what she is doing, and how her dependence on the world is different from mine. She is busy all day and says nothing. All the words she didn't say were silent in her heart, forming an abyss in her body ... "-"Those Deep Places "
"At this point, the sky in the distance is getting bluer and bluer ... suddenly, the earth is golden and the sun rises from the mountain! It seems that at the same time, the bleating of the sheep suddenly became dense, with long cries and short answers. The whole valley is full of excitement. Listening to the sound, we are more tired and still dreaming. I just feel that the pillow is lit up and the bed is warmer. People who occasionally wink and glance at the stove from the gap in the tent are reluctant to get up and leave. There are their cattle and sheep farther away, stirring up this little gold in the morning light. " -"Grandma's Breakfast"
"The terrain in the forest is inclined, and there are large and small ponds everywhere. The water in the pond is clear, not very deep. There are many fish in it, but they are all small fish that will never grow up. Groups of elves are neatly arranged in one place, and their heads point in the same direction. Quiet water is clean and transparent. Clean doesn't even have a reflection on the water, only a shadow cast to the bottom. The grass under the water is deep, dense and bright green. This water doesn't seem to fill that space, but it covers that space-it seems to be very thin water or slightly thicker air. " -"Autumn"
"But it's autumn. Cattle and sheep are scattered by the river, eating grass carefully. The wheat stubble harvested by the river is yellow and tidy, and the terrain is undulating. There is a piece of land being burned, full of smoke, and the smoke swings over and smells dry. I walked through the smoke into the stubble field, and the knocking sound of woodpeckers' scratch, scratch, scratch' echoed in the height. Looking up, the top of the birch forest around the wheat field goes deep into the blue sky and the snow is golden. " -"Autumn"
"In the golden wheat stubble field, a tall and solemn fir stands upright in the autumn. Only it stays green in summer. The earth is golden, and silvery white snow is piled up on the top of the distant mountain. " -"Autumn"
"That's something that died in anger. It has a powerful soul. This soul is attached to plants, and plants win flowers; Attached to the river, the river will change its flow direction and turn out of the beautiful river bend ... nature will always be fair and will always calm all abrupt feelings. As for those souls who are born to destroy the happiness and vanity around them, they will live their lives calmly and easily because they can never understand what is wrong with what they have done, and disappear forever because they have no regrets. Let the world make waves. I hope so. " -"Dog"
"As far as shepherds are concerned, the sheep I know exist not only as food-but also to be' not lonely'. The kindness, the hope, the gentleness, the perseverance ... all these virtues related to the lamb I can feel have gathered into the sea in a way I can't say, soaking Shan Ye everywhere. I don't believe that such a life can be changed. I can't imagine that this lifestyle will disappear one day. " -"The Old Man with the Lamb"
"Pigeons are very touching musical birds. Especially in the early morning when the sky is blue, they fly again and again. As if looking for something endlessly, as if something had opened up in that sky … fly, fly, the bluer the sky. It seems that people in another part of the world are begging them to stop-pigeons are hovering in the blue sky, which is unbearable ... my heart is broken. I don't know what the pigeon is approaching ... "-"Several very special things I saw on the bridge "
"The water in the fish tank is calm, and the water is as keenly aware of pain as the skin, which is untouchable. Fish is still transparent, which is the static quality of transparent color. It seems to be seeping away, but it hasn't. The fish swam slowly again, and the transparency was full of silent songs. We lay in bed in the dark, turned our heads to the fish tank, and saw a beam of light bursting out of the cracked cloud gap, through the storm, through the narrow window, through a room full of silent dust, and obliquely thrown into the fish tank. The clean, pure, bright and bright body of goldfish comes and goes smoothly in that beam of light, just like a quiet Ming Che jewel in this chaotic world-even a rough heart that begins to age can see miracles ... "-"Goldfish "