Original prose: The things you like, tenacious and gentlely existing

Author:Fragrant book Time:2022.08.14

What you like, tough and gentlely existing

Text/Fragrant Book Roll

Ten years ago, the Zhandan brought back from Dali, paved on the desktop ten years later, put some books and postcards that were reading. The postcards were picked up when packed the house, and the postmark came from different places.

When he was young, he was more beautiful and romantic than now. The mood after the days was slightly wider and rustic than before, but he also lost some luster and edges.

Xiangyang, the ancient city, read in the room continuously in the room, cook food, and clean the corner. The four seasons in the Central Plains are no longer so strong, such as the alternation time between summer and autumn continues to continue.

The objects brought back from different regions in walking, after careful selection of the local style, they must have moved themselves at that time. In those years, I did n’t buy online, and I was curious to walk anywhere. Looking at something different from my hometown, I moved back in large boxes.

Dye, woodcarving, stone carvings. Transfer of the meridian, wind chime, incense burner. Alas, conch. Every small object has left a place where I walked for a while, and they existed in my life for many years and were ignored and treasured.

Walking and writing truly records the line of life. The place I walked through with my footsteps was rewritten with my soul when writing. This was why I was obsessed with writing. I can't let myself stay on the surface of my life. Writing is like Shen Qian. I sink myself into the depths of my heart again and again to wait and see, reflect, and review.

Many years ago I will use text to record my walking and emotions, which is also the most correct way I choose in my life. Inner Mongolia, Ningxia, Sichuan, Chengdu, Yunnan, Shanxi, Guizhou, Shaanxi. Altay, Kashgar, Tal Temple, Jokhang Temple, Nanhua Temple, Yarlung Tibetan River, Qinling Mountains.

The flashing points are connected into a burning flame. The gesture of my use of it can feel it, and dancing it with the texture of the text. It is impossible for those who really like it to let go. They really like things that they have loved themselves, and they exist, silent and gentle, and accompany them.

Smart, stupid, recorded truthfully. Desert, Gobi Beach, setting sun, grassland. These things that touched themselves were absorbed by the body and mind, and then gathered into a life of life, entering the heart from the feet and then flowing out of the fingertips.

Fortunately, you can deeply like it, like the years of time, like the figures of the moonlight, like to collect small gifts in various places, like the vast desert and sparkling waves, and like the sunset and dusk.

If you are busy, you will find time to write something, just like a long way to dredge it in a fixed way. My heart from the outside to the inside stems from walking, from writing.

Each inch is left with a mark, and each falling handwriting is hot with hot temperature. It is these things that I like to support my sincerity of my life every day.

Recently, high temperatures are continuous and like to walk in the sunset in the city. Can't help but sigh that when we can fall in love with something, it must start with the clouds that fall in love with the sky.

Gorgeous and endless. Color, shape, and temperature. Many years have maintained a habit, like the beauty and leisure of sunset and dusk. Those very busy days will leave some time to walk quietly in dusk.

Sometimes you drive on the high speed alone, turn on the radio station and make yourself quiet with the sunset and music. Sometimes walk on the floor tiles of the city, and look up at the leaves of the sycamore trees to meet the people of the zebra crossing.

After get off work, you will go to the small town not far away to choose some ingredients produced by farmhouses. Potatoes, corn, zucchini, peanuts, and crowds in the setting sun are particularly mild in the fireworks and moon and moon.

A friend who likes to paint, gets up at four in the morning and paint, and insists that he has not become famous for many years. Instead, friends are not in a hurry to draw just according to their favorite rhythm. A friend gave an answer, "Painting is not to win or receive the recognition and praise of others, but from the heart."

In fact, anyone who likes to step into the depths has become a source of love and love is the source of love. The person we like from the heart, whether it is excellent and bad, must be unable to let go and forget. I walk on the text and the earth. My friend walks between color and artistic conception.

In some walking objects that picked them back, I took the past again. The woodcarving sitting like sitting in the room for many years, the sound of conch on the glass frame came from the seaside, talking about dreams and nostalgia for the sunset.

"Leisure to travel north, like the countless." I liked to be unable to measure, forming a secret love hidden in the depths of the waters of Wangtan. Like it is incompetent, because the depth of the heart is an irresistible abyss.

The books on the tie kissed me secretly. The postcards came from the distant place, carrying a pair of beautiful wings to my eyes like angels, and when I opened my eyes, I would be surrounded by many favorite things.

"What is the meaning of love?" In my opinion, the meaning of like is probably when we feel that life is particularly boring and extremely frustrated and disappointed. When we think that there are people and things I like, I will persist in a good direction.

These things that have been deeply liked in the years are rooted in the curtain of the soul. Once they meet unfortunate and difficulties, they will quietly come out to give you an invisible force to let you climb out of the predicament.

Friends who insisted on painting every day at four in the morning confirmed that they liked countless. My walking and writing in the sun and the moon records the people I like in time, strange things, and some things related to life. The muscles and bones of time are constantly refined, and the words are eliminated. If you ca n’t go to his country, you will printed the deepest likes on the land he stepped on. If you ca n’t return to your hometown, you will pin your thoughts in the bright moon.

I fly in the wings of text in the endless and vast life, pavilions, temples, water villages, deserts, and vicissitudes of the sea.

I am light, I am heavy, I am stereotyped, I am smart. There is endless compassion for walking on the way, and the writing reads the knowledge and understanding of the world.

"If you are not bitter, you are not thick, and your heart will not be wise." All beings are bitter and like countless. A few practice ascetic monks who walked in the Himalayas that year, several practitioners who met. They pursue the liberation of the soul by reducing material life to the simplest level.

It derived from the way to practice this kind of practice, and they felt very hard. This is also a choice of our own lifestyle. No matter what kind of life choose, we should love sincerely.

Friends who insist on painting in the early morning, the monks who are hard -working, and the writing related to their lives are all practitioners walking on the road of life. Essence

Being able to stabilize in the sun and the moon, do your best, and like the joy and sorrow born in the morning and twilight. Ten years ago, Zharan and postcards were placed by those who liked it.

Some things you like, tenacious and gentle, are witnesses of years, witnessing the direction of our hearts in the years. At the same time, they are also participants in life, and have participated in the hardships and fortunes we have gone through in the middle of the sun and the moon.

What you like will inevitably take root in the year. Twenty -four hours a day, bitterness and tiredness are resolved as gentleness and acceptance by tenacious and silent. Pick up a stack of postcards again, and you will find that the young and romantic in the old age of youth have not decreased in the older heart.

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