I only read leisure books in my hometown

Standing in front of the window of the hotel, I overlook the wine to the sky, the misty and rainy world, and the clouds and water wandering. I have been to Wuxi for many times. I have been familiar with Yuantouzhu, Lingshan Giant Buddha, Three Kingdoms city, Water Margin City, Huishan Park where a Bing lived, and I don’t want to go. Fortunately, with a few idle books, I can read quietly. I like reading idle books, especially when I am alone in a foreign land. Imagine myself carrying a narrow Moon knife, as calm as Li Xunhuan, and as cold as Fu Hongxue, picking up those smiles lost in the world of mortals with a pale face, the loneliness of Ximen blowing snow flows in his eyebrows and eyes. Holding a book in my hand, I thought about it in my mind. Emotion to the left, reason to the right, repeated ups and downs, ups and downs, entanglement. But what I carried with me this time was not the swordsmen book, but Shen Fu’s “six records of floating life”. Reading this book, the thrilling nightmare was smashed, refined, and spread all over the floor. The fickle thoughts gradually calmed down. Shen Fu was free and elegant in his whole life. He was remembered by people because of a book named six tales of floating life which was extremely emotional. The book narrates the couple life of his wife Chen yunniang, mountains and rivers, wind and Moon, flowers, trees and cordyceps, which is sincere and natural carved. I like “Six tales of floating life”, because there are too many poetic and pictorial characters in it, and I am in love with an extreme charm, lingering and graceful with the everlasting soul. Yun Niang said: I bought 10 mu of vegetable garden around the house, and the servant women planted melons and vegetables for salary. I painted and embroidered them, thinking that poems were often poured out. Cloth Mulberry Rice, Cola for life, do not have to travel far. The words made people read, Tao Ran yearned for, envious. There is also a book “Selected Poems of Tang and Song dynasties”, which is naturally always inseparable. A song poem, A Tang Poem, flows in the blue waves; A bend of eyebrows, a water sleeve, dancing in the wind and dust. Looking for the indifferent mood of the Ancients, a jade flute blows away the Tang style and the song rhyme; A guzheng blows down the wind and dust, stirring the Water Rhyme. From the beginning of the night light in Jiangnan to the surge of waves in Taihu Lake. Surrounded by deep love, deep love and cloud smoke, like white gauze, melodious Bell. Read all the gorgeous flowers in the pile of idle books. Opening the pages of the book, it seemed to open a door of primitive simplicity and heaviness. At this time, it seems to feel that the dark night, the long road, even the faint dim light reflects the shadow of life, the warm and short season, is a kind of distant, a kind of faith, A eternity. I often get lost in a paragraph of words like water like this, and can’t be myself. There is always a feeling that something exists at a certain height, which tempts me deeply until I enter. It should be beyond desires and distractions. I like reading idle books, because when I am reading, there seems to be a peaceful and tranquil peach land in my heart, a comfort in the struggle in the dark, and a kind of Willow and bright flowers at the end of the mountain and water. By the way, the idle books I mentioned refer to books other than those highly professional books. Free books are written by both people and stories of common people. Without exception, everyone can have insight into the common customs, taste all kinds of tastes of life, taste ups and downs, and enjoy the beauty of plain and clean. Whenever I feel tired, I live in idle books and live a life of Taoyuan people. I remember Chi Li said at the beginning of her article “A Tale of buying wine”: one of the things I admire most is idle books. Of course, the idle books she talked about were by no means boring and idle books, but real quiet and natural idle books which were made by people who were crazy about writing. Reading idle books is a great enjoyment in life. Chi Li also made a subtle description of the pleasure of reading idle books: when she got the real idle books, she turned them over, and her heart was clear and clear, so she unconsciously put the books in her hands, one page and two pages, the sun sank in the West, and I couldn’t feel it even when it was deep into the night. Sometimes there were few words, but there seemed to be little drops of dew dropping into my heart and soaking in it, permeating into the blood, it gradually turned into his own temper and character. When reading Chi Li’s words, I couldn’t help smiling. The obsession and intoxication of turning over the book one or two pages without knowing the sun moving west and the dim night light were so similar. Unfortunately, the pace is always in a hurry. There are not many days to read a few pages of idle books leisurely, so we can only read them fragmentary. I often bought many unexpected idle books at random, piled them on the bedside of the case. After finishing the work at hand, I sat down to have a cup of fragrant tea and listened to the music, and read a few pages casually, sometimes even leaning half sideways on the balcony fence, or leaning slanted against the head of the bed and half askew to look at it. Although standing without standing, sitting without sitting, the leisurely and leisurely manner, is wonderful. In fact, many people like reading idle books. In the beauty of plain books, Liu Xinwu wrote that when he read Turgenev’s luoting when he was young, he recalled the youth reading picture sitting under the window with very plain words: sitting on a simple bamboo chair, there was a plain branch of the autumn leaves that had just been thanked outside the window, and even the autumn light pouring into the window was so plain. There was a cup of white water on the small table beside the chair, put it in a glass without decoration, take a sip of cold white from time to time, read a few pages, then close your eyes and think about the pure heart of people, the book contains the pure beauty, words overflowing the pure light, read idle books like this, I really enjoy the pleasure of reading to the extreme. In fact, you don’t need to pay too much attention to reading idle books. You can enter the realm of reading when you grab a book casually. Most ancient people pay attention to reading at night with red sleeves, and the pursuit is just a kind of artistic conception. J-Aiken once said that you can read books at any time, without desks and chairs, and without the appointment of time and place. Many times, reading freely, in addition to obtaining spiritual satisfaction, has unexpected gains. I remember when I just walked out of the university soon, I embarked on a lonely journey and went west alone by train. As night fell, dim lights lit up in the empty carriage. There were only a few passengers left, but I was still immersed in the world of books unconsciously, holding my cheek and staring at the black window occasionally and smiling. A little girl who looked like a flight attendant sat opposite me, blinked a pair of curious big eyes and said: you must be reading a very interesting book. I was stunned and asked: why? The little girl said: Because you are always looking out of the window and giggling, it must be very interesting. She picked up the name of the book and found it was San Mao’s “How much do you know when the flowers fall in the dream”. On the page I opened, there was a poem: I remember that I was young at that time/you loved chatting and I loved laughing/once I sat under the peach tree side by side/The wind was at the tip of the forest and birds were calling/we didn’t know how to fall asleep/how much flowers fell in our dreams. At that time, it was the age full of longing for love. I envied the deep love between San Mao and Jose, and longed to be like them, to fight with the people in love, and to go all over the world together, hold Your Hand and grow old with you. A romantic and sad story accompanied me through a dull and long journey. It was also at that time that romantic, graceful and poignant love novels or proses stubbornly entered my spiritual world. The little girl thought she was also a person who liked reading idle books. She talked with me about San Mao and Jose and the idle books she read. But she was obviously not my opponent. I once majored in Chinese language and literature for two years. Compared with her, I had more time and opportunities to read all kinds of idle books. I was afraid that she said that she I am a shallow person, and she deliberately avoided the books she had read and didn’t talk about it. She didn’t talk about romance or mystery, but talked about Baudelaire’s “Flower of Evil” and Ba Jin. The little girl Yu Dafu was, she didn’t expect that there were so many things she didn’t know in the mind of this young boy who looked young. After I had shown enough, she said sincerely: It turned out that I was a servant. On that trip, because of my showing off and the sincerity of the little girl, we made a very plain friendship. Later, we often communicated with each other, talking about reading and writing. It can be said that it is the hobby of reading idle books that makes us sincere friends. Until now, I have the impulse to resort to the pen end because I like reading idle books, and because of this, I have made many friends with common interests, which is a great harvest in my life. Speaking of my reading idle books, and my father’s contribution. The first book I read, Water Margin, was found from my father’s collection of books when Dongshan was in the first grade of primary school. After reading it, I couldn’t stop it. I remember that when I just arrived in Shanghai for the third grade of primary school, my head teacher was a National Special Chinese teacher. Once he reviewed my composition “Travel Notes of Yu Yuan” and saw many rare classical sentence patterns, as well as some uncommon modal particles, I was very surprised. When I asked what books I had read, I also discussed with me with interest Mao Zedong’s verses with great interest. The golden sands and the water beat the Cloud Cliff warm, and the crossing of Dadu Bridge was cold. In fact, the real interest in reading idle books was cultivated in my father’s study. In my father’s study, except for his books on management major, the most books were idle books on literature. There were a lot of big books and idle essays. When I was young, I began to read books such as how steel was made, then to ancient vernacular novels, then to the four classical classics in China, and to works such as Tolstoy; when I grow up, I still often go to my father’s study. Every time I find a free book I like, I forget to read it without sleeping or eating. When I can’t finish reading it at night, then my father put it on the bedside for me. My father was afraid that I would damage his love books, but he always agreed with me when he saw me as a person who liked books; Until now, when I read books one by one, I would always think of my father’s kind smiling face. The days of reading idle books are full and happy. Really, the essence of the real idle book will blend into the bloodline along your thoughts and turn into your temperament and temperament. Su Shi said this was the truth because of his temperament of poetry and calligraphy. Tao Yuanming wrote in “the biography of Mr. Wu Liu”: quiet and quiet, less words, do not admire Rong Li. Good reading, don’t ask for a good understanding; Whenever you know something, you will be happy to forget to eat indeed, reading idle books does not need to be scrutinized by words, but every time you know something, it is easy to reach the state of forgetting to eat and sleep; it is also easy to arouse imagination and often associate it with other books that have been read. It is like being infatuated and even dancing. Just like looking at Shen Fu’s “Six tales of floating life” and reading Tang Poetry and Song poetry, I have a feeling of being infatuated with it. I have no reason to think of “touching the fish” written by Yuan Qu and Yuan Haowen in my mind. In the world, what is love? Direct teaching of life and death. Far apart flying off, old wings a few back to winter and summer. Happy Fun, bitter separation, even more crazy children. You should have words, thousands of miles of layers of clouds, thousands of mountains and snow, only to whom? Every time I read this paragraph, I cannot bear to release the volume. Someone once asked me, who is a single shadow, “Do you like everlasting, or have you ever owned it? I really didn’t have the chance to answer this kind of question, because I didn’t know how to define everlasting. Perhaps, Yuan Haowen’s “touch the fish” wrote tender feelings with a healthy pen, melting the majestic spirit and gentle feelings into a furnace, using a high degree of artistic summary, wrote that the two flying passengers were dependent on each other, influenced each other, it is hard to give up the everlasting deep feeling of the world, which is extremely soft and dignified. The so-called everlasting, should be as described in “Six tales of floating life. 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…

Dream country there is a shed

Different crops are planted in fields in different seasons. It was late autumn, and the field in autumn seemed a little empty. Looking far away, at the end of sight, green trees stood neatly on the edge of the field. The field and trees were so beautifully connected, make your vision avoid desolation and blind spots, and allow your sight and thoughts to extend infinitely. Several small houses were scattered in the crisscross fields. The spacious yard in front of the house was fresh and neat, and a path connected the house with the main road. An idea came out in my heart for no reason: when can I sit in such a yard, listen to the sound of cicadas and frogs, and listen to the urge of cuckoo hiding among branches, feel the joy of harvest in the fragrance of rice flowers. Sometimes I really want to know how poetic life will be for people living in this House? Every morning when you wake up leisurely and bathe in the first ray of sunshine, you can smell the fragrance of rice. At night, you can sleep with the sound of frogs. Standing by the window, you can have a panoramic view of the vast fields. Every day when I pass here, my heart will be suddenly enlightened in that short few minutes, just like this vast field. For those who live in high-rise buildings all the year round and break through the encirclement in the narrow and narrow space, they can exile their hearts to the nature and run freely in the vast fields, it is a luxury thing to watch seeds break out of the land, listen to birds singing and insects chirping, and watch flowers bloom and fall. I have an inherent love for the land, and this love is growing day by day. This land can always make me breed endless fantasy and happiness. As long as I stand in the field and smell the fragrance of the land, all worldly things can no longer bother me, which may be traced back to the period when I lived in the countryside when I was a child. It was the most wonderful period in my life, so that for many years, I always yearn for and yearn for the life of farmers. I have imagined for countless times that I am at the foot of the mountain or in the field, and there is a small house, even the most primitive thatched house, hidden in the green trees, and cherry trees are planted on both sides of the path leading to the small house. In spring, I would go home or go out in a colorful way, standing under the tree greedily sucking the rich fragrance of flowers. When the red cherry hung on the branches, I stood on the low branches, reach out to pick the most red and beautiful one on the tree. There is a small yard in front of my house. I can sit in the yard and enjoy the first ray of sunshine in winter. In spring, I can listen to the sound of flowers and watch bees busy in the flowers, looking at the old hen with chicken twittering leisurely pacing and foraging in the yard, looking at the fruit trees in front of the yard in autumn, the heavy fruits hanging on the branches, feeling the joy of harvest, looking up at the starry sky at night, looking for the brightest stars, listening to the silent sound of bugs hiding in the grass, without the whining of cars, the roar of machines and the noise of televisions, everything was still, I just sat quietly like this, listening to the voice of all creatures in the world under the cover of the night, as if I had returned to the ancient times of ancient times. Urban civilization had nothing to do with me. This kind of primitive, simple, the pure living condition is exactly what I like. In the jungle of reinforced concrete, Looking at the city people who were tired and in a hurry, I saw a burst of black smoke from the cars passing by on the road, and the high-rise buildings blocked people’s sight. Busy cities never lack prosperity, noise and bustle. The flashing neon lights make the night as day. We have already forgotten the stars and moon in the sky, I forgot the most original and purest happiness in my heart. The artificial lawn was awkwardly squeezed in the gap between the city buildings and gradually narrowed its territory, how can this small piece of green land place the increasingly busy and anxious hearts of urban people? In the city full of tall buildings, we can’t hear the flowing sound of streams, smell the smell of land, eat fruits but don’t know what kind of trees it grows on. Sometimes I also think, if I were really a farmer, what would I look like now? Will I still like the rural life like now? Will I still have a deep attachment and affection for the land like now? Will I still love those lovely creatures in the nature? I can’t answer myself, I don’t know. Farmers in real life have been working hard for years, getting sun and rain, and their skin is rough and dark. Their life may not be as poetic as I imagined. But they live freely and comfortably without constraints, while many young people in rural areas are willing to give up this freedom and rush into the city like crucian carp crossing the river, eager to become a member of the city, can those who walk on the edge of the city find their sense of belonging? Once I saw an interview in the newspaper, a successful entrepreneur said that his greatest desire was to unload his armour and return to the field one day, fishing by the lake and enjoying the pleasure of farming and harvesting, enjoy the leisurely life as a farmer, and the simplest and simplest wish, which is sniffed at by many people, will take him a lifetime to realize. Maybe he has never experienced the ups and downs of business, it is hard to understand this desire for pastoral life, right? Life is just a few decades, with thousands of twists and turns. We circled around, but returned to the starting point. When we set out, we are always full of ambition and wholeheartedly pursuing our ideals. We dream of achieving a wonderful life, but we often lose our way in the journey of chasing, forget or betray your original intention. When we stumbled all the way, we finally found that what we needed and longed for was just a simple and plain life, which had nothing to do with money, status, fame and wealth. And the dream I ‘ve been striving for is to have a small house in the country, to smell the grass in the morning, to breathe the pure air, and to hear the happy chirping of birds, look at the opening of wild flowers all over the mountains and the poetic dwelling on the land I love. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…