2013年11月26日

Landscape, a nostalgic



Recently, Hu Lancheng's "this present life", was extremely slow, daily read section one or twoTeny Wu, not because of simple insipid, on the contrary, a beautiful feeling. Just as he said, the peach blossom to painting, to draw its static. And those words, why is not the peach blossom, one after another, still seems to have the red and white powder, but the static, here, is a gorgeous.

Know Hu Lancheng, is the reason for Eileen ChangSamsung Galaxy Note 3 Defender. Love her, so to get to know him. Perhaps, this is the so-called "love me love my dog." Although many people have no love for him, think he "dirty", but I still for the four words "Ailing reason and this present life" it bought back from the internet.

"In this present life", Hu Lancheng for a lot of people or things are depicted in great detail, and with the many dialects, probably those dialectCCIBA, let me and he had a kind of feeling. Always like to read books with dialect, dialect, not only reflect the local customs and practices, but also make the language more lively and interesting. Especially in dialect about hometown every tree and bush, a mountain of water.

Hu Lancheng is in this way, the story about Hu Cun, his story.

However, for a long time did not remember that home, remember in that every single word or phrase. Inadvertently, even in the dream.

On the landscape, and I have to give up the love, I think, is tired of the busy, or is not bound by material desires. Mountain, with a quiet water, has a profound silence. All the time, hope to many of the town, but there is the first such as Jiangnan like deep alleys, like Lijiang picturesque simplicity, along the river, weeping willow brush. But as time passed, I have long been tumultuous earthly, giving too much pressure on the invisible, those deeply sorrowed wish away.

Sometimes, I feel like duckweed rootless plant, rush rush, in billowing bustling place in order to survive, to the secular, to get that will. Wearing masks, the reclusive myself up, live a life in exile, at last, that a little want to keep the thought and care, are put into Youth passes as a fleeting wave.

I remember junior high school when read Chang's poem: "quiet, the Buddhist Temple deep flowers." Feel this is the life i. In the city, I choose a picturesque place, built a house, all the material is wood, leisure fishing, vegetables, flowers, with the breeze moon drunk life. Of course, if you want to find, must go through a long quiet labyrinth.

Even if the home has no such scene -- Zen monk, morning bell and evening drum -- reminders, Qujingtongyou, however there are mountain circle, every fertile acres, not even Tian fan, but also how to open, do not have some charm.

The morning sun, are visible from the leisurely shed, and the birds in the trees sing; the four, also visible shade house courtyard, curl of smoke, slowly rising, across the field, across the stream, over the mountains, until it disappeared in the deep sky.

The flower, a, a, a, a fan, a water, also have a "deep deep winding path, Buddhist temple garden." Zen and beauty. Presumably, the heart not read, can understand the realm of Zen; the view is in the heart, the beauty is everywhere.

"People are spiritual, vegetation also; human flesh, and no." In real life, too much infighting, cheat one another. And we are tired, need not such a truth and beauty, as well-proportioned Washe, hedges of wild flowers in full bloom, rolling green hills, clear as jade brook, to precipitate his heart.

So, more nostalgic. There, in order to carry a water of the heart, in noisy complex world, see many times stream flowing, listen to many times the wind singing, enjoying many flowers in full bloom, live a life.
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