Who remembers what life is like?
Even if everyone forgets, I hope you remember.
My parents are both born after 70, and they often talk to me about my childhood life. The kind of nostalgia and attachment in the tone makes me feel strange and yearning.
The world at that time was still the original world.
Although lack of food and clothing, lack of material, but there is such a simple happiness.
It is interesting to catch grasshoppers and pull out wild vegetables in the grass, swim in the river and catch fish, and catch cicadas in the summer evening. At that time, even swallows built their nests under the eaves ...
I have hardly experienced these things, and it is really difficult now.
It's hard to meet a bouncing and naughty cricket.
It is difficult to meet a clear flowing river.
It's hard to meet a dark and deep night.
It's even harder to see a pair of swallows flying and nesting.
"I was in the wild in July, in August, at home in September, and crickets came under my bed in October."
The first time I heard this sentence, I was watching a poetry conference a few years ago. At that time, Wu Yishu was smiling when he looked under my bed.
My heart seems to have been hit at once, and I still remember this sentence years later.
It's not that smile, nor that naughty cricket that keeps me in mind.
It is the kind of leisurely rural life, the beautiful countryside on that day, and the nature of "birds singing in spring, thunder singing in summer, insects singing in autumn and wind singing in winter".
Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights.
Indus leaves fall, and coccidia are more infatuated.
It is cool for insects to fall in the bamboo forest, not the wind.
I wonder if I can feel such beauty.
"The deceased is like this, not giving up day and night."
Flow is not only the tool of water, but also the soul of water.
When a water has a distance and a mileage, it will not rot and become a real river.
The water never stops, and time never stops. Man's sense of time is probably inspired by running water.
Water makes people think and admire.
Who sees the moon first by the river, and when does the river shine on people at the beginning of the year?
The benevolent Leshan, the wise happy water.
Kindness is like water, and water is good for all things, and there is no dispute.
Jiang in the old saying, that is, long-term meaning, is like that kind of long-term miss.
That graceful love is hidden in the Book of Songs, "Guan Guan's dove is in Jiangzhou. My fair lady, a gentleman is good. " "The white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side."
Looking across the river, it means full. Water casts a mysterious veil over the cage of love, and how many worries are gone.
But I still prefer that straightforward and strong song.
"I live in the Yangtze River, and you live in the Yangtze River. I can't see you every day, drink a river. "
The connection between the two becomes close because of water. A simple river is saturated with love, as if it becomes lingering.
Autumn water is really the biggest temptation in the world.
At that time, the night was still dark, full of thickness and significance.
The Book of Songs says, "What about the night? The night is still early. The light of the court. "
The night at that time was really thick and pure.
I like the night very much. Because it means personality and privacy. Only in the dim light and the silent night did I really break away from the noise of the world and look for a day before I finally found myself.
In the silent night, no one bothers, a book, a cup of tea, read carefully and write down some beautiful words. This is really the life I yearn for most.
At that time, I could just look at myself and explore myself, instead of taking care of others' feelings and always forgetting myself. I can't please anyone, just do what I want to do and think about.
In the shadow of the night, my thinking seems to have more depth and thickness.
He opened another side of my life. Those eyes are black, deep and bright.
Just like Gu Cheng's poem, "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light."
What if the night is no longer dark? Can there be such a beautiful poem at that time?
In fact, the night is not so dark now.
I wonder when the light killed the night.
At that time, such poems may never exist again.
Not that I don't like light.
Actually, my favorite is China on a starry night.
Fortunately, you can still see the stars in grandma's yard. Every time I go back, I always watch it for a long time.
At night, the twilight is the most charming and exciting.
That kind of beauty, from ancient times to the present, should give countless children countless beautiful fantasies.
Prejudice and exclusion make this era a bit stupid.
I think human beings should do two things well-
One is to light the night, and the other is to repair the night.
Both belong to the same civilization and are equally great.
"I am a newcomer, and both of them are in my home."
"Several early songbirds compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the spring soil."
This is the warmest and most beautiful home, or nest, I can imagine.
Wo is a high-concentration love story.
Monogamous swallows have always been known for their love. Just as newlyweds call their new home a love nest, it evokes people's association with warmth, security and trust.
This is the feeling of home.
Tired birds return to their nests. We all want to have such a home.
Now, we live in a tall building, and we are one step closer to "picking stars with our bare hands".
However, the closed pattern of human settlement also means the demise of the nest.
"Swallows come back to embroider curtains, and the lair is nowhere to be found." This scene is destined to be staged.
And it seems to have become a reality.
As John Lennon said, when we struggle for life, life has left us. We have gained material wealth, but we feel spiritual poverty.
Li's popularity is precisely because it satisfies people's longing for the pastoral life of poetry and oil painting.
I know this rural life is not completely true.
But I really need such a sustenance.
This is a tribute and a memorial.
Commemorate the original world and the lost beauty.
Commemorate the world with clear skies and splendid scenery.
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