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I have always had an illusion. Take a long sword and wander around the ends of the world. Maybe it was because of reading too many martial arts novels and being deeply influenced by them. I only felt that it was a pleasant thing to go to the end of the world with a sword. Recently, I have read Master Jin Yong’s novels, among which there are many women with high martial arts and chivalrous women walking in the arena. However, what I like most is Zhao Min in the story of Killing Dragons by heaven. Perhaps the unique identity determines that it must have a unique personality. He was dressed in men’s clothing, a folding fan, a long sword and a white horse. He wandered out of the court and field naturally and met Zhang Wuji and fell in love with each other in the arena. This extraordinary character, unrestrained and clear love and hate is the place where I most appreciate this Infanta min. Since I was born in the new century, I certainly didn’t have the blessing to enjoy the pleasure of going to the end of the world with a flute and a sword. However, as I grew older, I was more determined to be an independent and proud woman. If I could, I would like to wear a green shirt with a long body of Jade, a long sword around my waist, a jade flute in my hand, riding a white horse, wandering around the world for a lifetime, enjoying that life. I am happy to play between mountains and waters, and I am more willing to find my own self-contentment among the mountains and rivers. Landscape have reiki. People often say that human beings are the most spiritual creatures in the world. But it is not that I am a person who is arrogant, nor that I want to be unconventional. I really think that mountains and rivers are more spirited than people. I once wanted to be a painter with a drawing board on my back, so I could go to the mountains and rivers to write about the mood of that time. It’s a pity that I didn’t have that day, but if there was, I would never paint people, only flowers, birds, insects and fishes, only houses and rivers, only landscapes and landscapes. This reminds me of the bean sprouts written by Chi Zijian, The Thin Yellow little boy who looks like an autumn papyrus. He said that people in the world are ugly and cannot be included in the painting. I think my mood is not quiet, so I often swim in the ocean of words, looking for a unique placeholder. However, it is more difficult to embrace the nature full of aura after all to rely on words for warmth, which is just a simple reverie temporarily when the wish has not been realized or cannot be realized, breed a force, from the inside to the outside, let the body and soul reluctantly integrate into it. Therefore, I yearn for and look forward to the wonderful life hidden in the mountain forest. Maybe it is an old man’s mentality, not the mentality I should have at my age. I want to retire in the deep mountains and forests one day. Sunrise, Sunset and. Standing in the mountains and waters in leisure time, you can see the posture of trees in the mountain and enjoy the posture of fish swimming in the water. Wear a white dress, gather a sleeve of moonlight, and put blue silk or white hair into a casual bun. Don’t put the flowers that change at any time in your hair. The fragrance overflows, refreshing. Or you can insert a self-made hairpin askew, which is simple and elegant with ancient charm. Holding a guqin, sitting alone under the peach blossom tree, gently stroking the strings, playing a song of high mountains and flowing water, calm and calm, not for finding any bosom friend, nor for anyone else, just for yourself, only for the green mountains and rivers that blend with me. And I could only hear the crisp sound of landscape accompanying me. And then this whole life. How good! That must be a very beautiful thing. Even though I really want to live this kind of extraordinary life which seems to be out of touch with the world, the reality tells me that before that, I have to face the existence of reality. There are not many hermits in China since ancient times, but I am afraid that there are few people who can really be called hermits. The so-called hermit refers to those who live in seclusion. If you want to be a hermit, the first necessary condition is that you must be an intellectual. “Southern history. Seclusion” says: Hermit must contain Zhen Yangsu, and literature should be based on art industry. No, then I am in the mountain with my woodcutter. Why is it different. In this way, hermit still needs to have high cultural literacy, and should have the ability to be an official rather than be an official. Of course, it is impossible to know whether many hermit are really hidden in the mountains and forests and enjoy themselves, or whether the intention of drunkard is not wine, so as to hide and seek for official affairs. For me, I know that I will hide in the temple first, then I can hide in the mountains. The first official and the second one are not obsessed with the life of the drunken officialdom, nor the boredom and despair of the warmth and warmth of the secular world, but only my attitude towards life and life. Living in the temple can also worry about its people, and living far away from the arena can also worry about its monarch. When you become an official, you will be born in the world. It is just life. When you experience a fresh life and have different feelings, you can have the world in your heart, decide to get close to nature, and never regret this life! Prosperity is like the world, loneliness is like a person. Everyone and every living entity is an individual, and I stand alone among them, thinking that even if I am not the best, I should be the unique one. Realize your true meaning among all living beings. Every time I ponder at this point, what came to my mind was always Mr. Lu Xun, who was sitting under the dim light with a pipe in his mouth, with a thoughtful expression on his thin face. Among many Chinese litterateurs and thinkers, I especially love Mr. Lu Xun, the sharp words in Mr. Ai’s works, the intoxicating appearance of Mr. Ai when he meditated, and what Mr. Ai did for the citizens. From the moment he decided to abandon medicine and write articles, the pen in his hand turned into his sharp weapon. What I admire is Mr. Zhou’s tangible pen and invisible weapon. Maybe it is exactly the sword I want. The sword front is extremely sharp, and it is just so to say that iron is cut like mud. It directly refers to the good and evil of human nature and the rule of society. Even though I am not a famous sword maker, even though it is not a general Mo Xie, even if there is no jade treasure to decorate, however, I will cast it with the blood of my heart day by day and turn my pen into the cold sword, I wear it around my waist and walk in the world. I can really walk around the world with my sword. When I returned to a certain Mountain, a certain water, a certain forest on a certain day of a certain year, I buried the sword under the ground, carrying a sleeve of breeze and a plain shirt, hold a guqin, drink a pot of turbid wine, stand under the peach blossom tree, and see how the trees and flowers are like peaches, and how they are washed away. Sit and watch the clouds circling the clouds, flowers bloom. Listening to birds singing and singing, the spring water is Ding Dong. 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