Cold rain of Xi

The southerners who fell into their dreams with the flowing water on the bridge all had an unspeakable crazy dream: on the silent wilderness, the birch forest, just like the bare uneven wound, was waiting for the snow to fall down, those were the transparent tears in the sky, melting in the eyes of the land, which cured the loneliness and stubbornness of the North. Who left his flat footprints on the snow as if the clear fable stretches to Eden? The reason why he said he was crazy about dreams is that there is only a cold rain wrapped in the reality, in the trickling trifles, the mood of being too late to take root will breed gloomy seeds. The more you want to escape, the more you will review the similar dreams. The snow in the north, even if it is just a distant sound, is also a warm sound. Most of the people who looked forward to the back of the northern land with deep feelings were Southerners who had lost Wu Nong’s soft words. Thinking of Zhang Ailing recalling the little radish soup with duck tongue in Tianjin in a calm tone, she was a little drunk, three points greedy mouth, seven points female nature made, in addition to cool and sad, real ordinary life atmosphere. I am used to the spleen and stomach of Southern dishes, and it is inevitable that I feel jealous. The difference between regions sometimes determines the temperament of the two kinds of scenery. The rain path in the South is still shallow, and the cultivation can not be crystal clear. Beauty is beautiful, and after all, it is too delicate to lose texture; The snow in the North has its own spirit, rough and elegant, silent and profound, attracting you at ease. Going around in the cold rain in the South, Lu Xiaoman overdrawn his gorgeous youth, and the Shanghai ladies became a sticky rice on their clothes; Lin Huiyin, who passed in April, accepted the independent bearing of the snow in the north, knowing to abide by, letting go, ups and downs, is still a cinnabar mole in the poet’s heart. The latter is probably appreciated by the world. There is no scenery in familiar places, especially when familiar places become natural or even essential. People who grow up in the South are too eager to squander their courage. They prefer to use their bodies to get close to the desolation of the ice and snow to feel the shock of the real skin cutting, which is better than to waste their years into the endless cold rain. However, people always ignore that life is not a graffiti that can be tampered with willfully, and every story has the most suitable development context. Imagine if the Southerners who are used to watching the smoke Willow painting bridge will be burnt by the snow light? With a chest full of West Lake water, can you resist the howling and whipping of the north wind? We dare not and are unwilling to answer. Kuafu, who was determined day by day, eventually died of thirst on the journey. But I thought that this was his luck. If he really caught up with the sun, his body would probably disappear. Kites have wind, dolphins have sea, and each life form has its own existence. We cannot touch the real North if we lack enough experience to brew into a fearless mood. Even if we set foot on the land of the North, we would desecrate its world like ignorant and savage fools. If so, we might as well miss each other. There are not many people who can not only control the majestic momentum of snow in the north, but also blend in the misty rain and mist in the water village. Su Shi may be counted as one. He could be a high-spirited warrior in the snow and snow, or a literati who mourned his dead wife in the bitter wind and rain. Only the comments chosen by history are Zuo qianhuang and right Optimus, which have nothing to do with ten years of life and death. Su Shi, the founder of Bold words, was a passer in the south of the Yangtze River in a hurry. His spiritual residence was in the north, on the vast snow field. Authentic Southerners can only walk in the cold rain in the South. After being tired, I turned around and could rest without a pulse of water. Many people searched for him for thousands of times, but forgot to look back at the recession. I really don’t know if I am in blessing. If you choose a kind of life, you must pay a price. Are you afraid of the noise and sorrow of cold rain? Exquisite and thoughtful, is the beautiful blessing of God, is a little aura in the southern people’s bones, why should we abandon it? If this is the price that you have to pay when you were born and grew up, it must be the happiest sacrifice in the world. In the past, I didn’t understand where the origin of the local complex of the literati from the north and the South was, and I didn’t understand where the origin was that I stubbornly devoted my whole life to pet one side of the world as the center of the world. Now it seems to have. No matter how paranoid they are, they are understandable. They either find a destination in the swirling snow or find comfort in the fine rain. And this dependence is beyond the feeling of crossing the ocean and experiencing prosperity in other places. There is no scenery in the familiar places, but the past, which cannot be thrown away constantly. It is not a gentle net Twining, but a mark left in the body and a warm breath can be sniffed when breathing. Chi Zijian, who grew up in Mohe, once told southerners with pride how long the taste of salt in the North was, and the tears of northerners were more salty and weighty than those of southerners. Then we can proudly say that the rain in the south and the cold rain in the South are both human feelings. Whether they are proud or frustrated, they are accompanied by the footsteps of passers-by, or Xu or urgent, never stop, this is a kind of tacit understanding, but it is not just a kind of tacit understanding. In the slogan of Korean national education, there is a saying that children with Korean clothes appear in TV malls to learn how to make pickles. They may not really understand the so-called country, the so-called home, however, the memory of the Earth is completely preserved by the simple things in front of me, which is another realm of the Earth. This heart and this body all depend on each other with the land under its feet. People’s attributes are just like this. It is wood, it takes root, it is water, it integrates, it is fire, it is warm, it is Jade, and it is warm. Just like you and me, we are waiting for a cold rain to live a genuine life, the life of southerners.

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