Quiet

I seldom feel quiet, as if it was a very distant thing, as if it was a golden crown on the head of a generation of kings, as if it was a rare and precious metal from another planet at midnight when the spring rain was drizzling, with a pair of sleepless eyes opened, listening to the company of a female host on the radio until dawn, a restless heart became more and more quiet. So I thought, how many people tossed and turned in the depth of midnight? How many souls can’t fall into dreams after being washed by the world of mortals? Then I thought of my distant childhood, as well as distant villages and summer. When I was young, I could open a pair of eyes that were not soaked by the red dust and overlook the starry night sky, listening to the sound of cicadas in the green trees, the young heart seemed to calm down at that moment. In the sweet and vigorous sleep of the night, I dreamed of stars all over the sky and summer cicada’s tireless dance. I didn’t know when I was on the journey and began to suffer from insomnia all night, the melancholy heart was like a heavy roller, which almost suffocated me. When life enters my mind from different directions, when my thoughts accumulate into dust that cannot be cleared, I can’t calm myself down and do what I want to do as I wish, concentrated concentration has become a passing cloud, and it is replaced by absent-minded or unconscious. When endless reverie gathers in my heart, my thoughts are becoming a weird low shrub, all my longings and dreams are covered in this endless shadow. It is undeniable that I feel strange to myself, as if my soul is passing through, is escaping from the palm of my will. The heart was floating at that moment, just like the clouds on the horizon, which could not find the destination and direction. The quietness gradually faded away, and it had become the fairy tale of young people. After reading Zhou Guoping’s essay “quiet”, what I got was a moment of silence and continuous meditation. I didn’t find a real panacea. My brain was like a bomb that could explode at any time! Although I know quietness is a realm of life and a kind of elegant and healthy mental state, I am a wild horse that can’t control the running thoughts. It was not until one day when I saw a temple and an old monk chanting sutras in the wild mountains far away from the hustle and bustle of the city that I truly realized the secret of quietness. Although I couldn’t keep the six roots clean, I was still much empty. I tried my best to refuse the desire of suffering for gain and loss and constant expansion, and let my thoughts belong to the simple and pure original ecology, so that I could feel relieved, only in this way can we fall into a peaceful realm again. Once upon a time, I was driven by the monster of desire and ran wildly in the messy Mire. Facing the immortal old monk, I understood the meaning of Zen, and even more understood the calm and natural coolness of my heart. Then let the heart clean up, empty and empty, let the barren thoughts roll aside, what I need is real thinking and life. This night, I dreamed of the starry sky of my hometown that I had not seen for a long time, and heard the joy of summer cicada floating from the green trees. I really slept quietly, in the wonderful Dreamtalk, I met again completely in my childhood when I went far away. Of course, this is not an end, but a brand new beginning. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

See the sea again

See the sea again

I always wanted to write something for the Sea, which was to miss the past, to light up the memories and let its fragrance fill my life again. Maybe it is a kind of complex. The complex of the sea can find the interpretation of life for a long time in its depth and clarity. It may be just that I just want to write, and use words to record a period of time, a piece of scenery, which is as simple as that. Inscription When I came to the sea again, it had been more than ten years since I saw it last time. I opened my arms and stood on the bank, in front of which was the sea area I had been longing. The slight sea breeze blew my hair tip, like mother’s hand, gently touching my cheek. It seemed that I came from the poetry of Tang style and Song Dynasty, with my clothes fluttering, walking close to the sea, into the scenes of the past, into its deep mind. Growing up by the sea, I can see the sea every day and the spectacular red sun sprays out from the sea level; Seeing the bloody Sun decorate the dusk so beautiful; Seeing the noisy summer night, the bright moonlight scattered the bright silver light on the sea surface, sparkling and dazzling; I also saw the wind surge, the waves set up, the waves several meters high, like a lion with angry hair, it hit the bank fiercely, which was frightening but full of excitement. However, only the sea lingered me. Only it has entered my dream and my missing many times. It is like the wind chimes which are disturbed by the spring breeze, giving out the lingering sound after a slight collision. It is not very beautiful. It is not as vast as the Pacific Ocean, and its color is often yellowish, which is far from the clear and blue sea in people’s imagination. When I was young, I had been thinking about why it was so clear and turbid for so long? The Sea and the Bay are in the embrace of the mountain, like a spoiled baby, nestling in the mother’s heart. I don’t know whether the mountain is attached to the sea or the sea is leaning against the Green Mountain. When I just learned to watch the world with my eyes, they have snuggled up to each other for decades or hundreds of years? I cannot tell. All I know is that I opened my eyes deep in my heart, and they are already inseparable. Outside the bay, a whole sea is connected. Where does it come from and where does it go? I can’t trace its source, nor know its end. The sea should also come from far away, right? It was just tired. Seeing the embrace of the mountain, he came in to have a rest. Unexpectedly, the rest lasted for hundreds of years, perhaps longer. I can hear its story from the old memories of the Elders, a sea and the stories of several generations. The sea is right in front of our village. When I opened the door in the morning, the first thing I saw was it. When I was young, I used to lie on the balcony, looking at the sea crazily, watching its ups and downs. I wanted to see through its depth and understand it, just like reading my beloved fairy tale, let all its plots show in my mind at a glance. I expect that one day it will suddenly speak and tell me what it has seen and experienced for hundreds of years? Tell me, its sadness, its happiness, does it miss the place it left? Is it because of helplessness to stay here? Still misses? I often fantasize like this. At night, I was awakened by its rustling whispers many times. Who was it whispering? So gentle, so affectionate? Usually, I just get up, open the door, lie on the Sunshine and stare at the sea. Especially on summer nights, when there is Moonlight, how beautiful the scenery is. The sea in the night faded from its yellowish color and became as dignified and deep as the night. The Moonlight carefully set glittering silver diamonds on it, dressing it up meticulously, as if going to a grand banquet. The beautiful and hazy scenery like fairy tales, I even recalled that those lovely people in fairy tales would also come here and start a happy party. In this way, watching, intoxicated, imagining, unconsciously, the passage of time. On rainy days, continuous rain silk floated on the sea, between heaven and earth, like hanging a fine cloth curtain. The hazy mountains and the hazy sea are integrated into the picturesque picture. In the stormy weather, the roaring wind swept over the sea, adding fuel to the fire. The enraged sea surged layers of waves, making low roars. The turbid seawater kept rushing against the bank, causing the spray to splash. Is it angry? I hid in the room, looked through the glass window, and thought timidly. Should it bury too many hot emotions in its heart, or endure too many silent grievances? So, at this moment, it broke out. With the continuous upgrading of the wind force, the sea crashed into the reef, the bank and even the Bank crazily and fiercely. One year, typhoon season. The strong wind above level 12 and the sea with huge waves appeared in front of me in a strange way. The layers of huge waves from far to near, swept through rapidly, relentlessly involved everything on the beach. After the typhoon, we were surprised to find that there was a boat directly sent to the yard of a family by the waves. After the waves receded, it was placed there awkwardly, accepting the review of our curious eyes. If the endurance reaches the limit, hysteria will break out. The Sea, is it the same? Deep in it, there must be sadness that I can’t understand, and the typhoon season every year is the time for it to vent to its fullest. Thinking like this, I can understand it and no longer be afraid of getting close to it. Most of the time, it is a gentle gentleman. I remembered that I squatted in the rocks and spread my hands out. The tide came and went over my hands gently and retreated shyly. Between my fingers, Palm, seawater, dripping glittering and translucent. Holding it, laughing happily in the sun. Because I feel that I have held happiness, friendship, friendship between me and the sea. At that moment, it seemed that I could understand it. It doesn’t resist my approach. Maybe, I also like to get along with others like this. There are not many times like this. I am not a girl who plays crazily everywhere like a little monkey. Most of the time, I would rather stare at it in the sunshine on the second floor of my house and ponder. The elder brother next door, with his dark skin exposed by The Sun, jumped like a happy squirrel on the coast. Whenever the tide ebbs down, this sea area is a paradise for children. The sea looked at us affectionately in the far place, where once ups and downs exposed a large area of tidal flat. The children stepped on the loose and soft beach with deep and shallow feet, and the little crabs who had no time to escape crawled on the mud in panic. Children who became clay figurines fought with each other and laughed at each other’s funny look. I usually stand on the path above and watch the noisy world quietly. The only experience in memory also ended in thrilling. I stepped on the mud cautiously that day, and suddenly my body sank and my feet sank deeply into the beach. The more I struggled, the more I sank. Finally, scared too much to move. The fellows came one after another, laughing while comforting me and telling me not to move. In fact, it was not deep either, because I had never been to the beach, and when I met this situation, I was frightened. When my fellows helped me ashore, I was shocked to carry two white sneakers that turned black, saying nothing but going down. At the edge of this sea area, I live and grow up. Time takes away childhood and pure happiness like flowing water. What can’t be taken away is about its memory. On the reef by the sea, I once picked up conch one by one; When I was in a bad mood, I sat by the sea with a book and watched the tide singing happily beside me. Unconsciously, I am in a good mood. At the seaside, my favorite thing to do is to pick up shells and pebbles. The texture of different shades is combined into a unique pattern. Each one is unique. Someone once said that when you pick up the shell and put it in your ear, you can hear the song of the sea, either melancholy or cheerful. But I prefer to look at its pattern and read it, just like reading a novel, reading the loneliness of the sea, its sadness, its helplessness and happiness. That texture is a period of time, a story, about the sea and shells, about the sea and the blue sky, about the sea and US, the story is with some excitement, strolling on the long bank, ten years later, I came back again, and some scenes were no longer there. When my sight touched that sea, all my memories about it emerged so clearly. There is a sea in everyone’s heart, sunny days, cloudy clouds, and seagulls flying! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Summer of filariasis

The two hibiscus trees beside the pool blossomed again, pink and red, revealing a kind of elegant illusion. Looking at the ethereal pink, thinking back to the meditation more than ten years ago. It was the time when Qiu Zheng was studying in high school. At that time, there were also two hibiscus trees in the rear of the teaching building. Whenever the summer fire flowed in, it would bloom the elegant pink flowers like fans, and the breeze blew, like Pink elves flying among the green, they are very attractive. The deepest memory of furonghua was that when senior three was approaching the college entrance examination, the college entrance examination was seven or nine days in July, and I didn’t know what happened. It was really hot during that time, and there was a feeling of fire, especially when I was studying at night, it is even hot sweat. I remember one time when I went to night lessons, the seats in autumn were near the back door, but I didn’t feel any coolness. Instead, there was a feeling of being in the stove. At that time, the boys in the class basically took off their jackets, writing with bare arms, there were only two boys in the class who didn’t take off their jackets at that time. One was autumn, and the other forgot who it was. This scene was discovered by the head teacher, and he couldn’t help laughing and saying: it’s really hot in summer. Look, we boys are all steamed out of oil. At that time, it attracted a lot of laughter, and there was a feeling of hardship and happiness. The college entrance examination is approaching, and the classroom has become a smoke-free battlefield. Students even have little communication with each other. They just concentrate on writing endless exercises. When Qiu wrote about headache, he went to the back of the teaching building to see the elegant hibiscus flower. Its pink elegance made Qiu temporarily forget the smoke-free War and enjoy the temporary tranquility. Later, in the college entrance examination, the position that Qiu did was just right to see the hibiscus flowers in his eyes. Autumn was very happy. Maybe this was God’s will. Looking at the approaching of the hibiscus waiting for the exam, there was no stage fright. When encountering difficulties, he looked at the hibiscus meditating outside the window. Its pink elegance can give a temporary inspiration for autumn. Maybe because of this, autumn has an endless complex for hibiscus flowers. The college entrance examination ended on the 9th. In the afternoon, he packed up his luggage and said goodbye to his classmates. He came to the two hibiscus trees and watched quietly for a long time. A feeling of unwillingness filled his mind. But there was no constant banquet in the world. Autumn said goodbye to the hot days at that time with that kind of unwillingness. Now in the hot summer, the college entrance examination is in progress, and the heat is baking the creatures on the Earth. Coincidentally, there are also two hibiscus trees in the working unit of Qiu now, which makes Qiu delighted. It makes autumn continue the hot time at that time and approach the hot time at that time. With this kind of complex, tonight, autumn walked to the two hibiscus trees again, enjoying its pink all over its head and its illusion flowing in the night wind, which made autumn not come back for a long time. Reading today’s college entrance examination and recalling the past college entrance examination are all continuing the hot summer, year after year, continuing, continuing Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…