Dwelling

That year, a strong wind blew a group of homeless people like us to a remote town, like a cluster of dandelion blown to a corner it had never been to by a light wind. We stood on the asphalt road just enough to cover the soil, like a group of newly arrived immigrants, watching the sunrise rising like childhood, watching the sunset falling like hometown, watching the cars and trucks shuttling back and forth gradually at the not crowded crossroads, staring at the time flowing slowly, and running away in the rolling dust again and again with the wild autumn wind. We are busy foraging and surviving in this land that does not belong to us, sowing our own hope and letting our immature roots float in the air. Seeing companions escaping one by one, some caught the tail of the wind and went back to where they were, some went to a new corner with the wind and suddenly felt that the vicissitudes were close to themselves, coming or leaving constitutes the past of life. When I rolled up my trouser legs in the rainy season of summer and waded through the flood which was soaked to my knees all over the street, I finally saw the flickering distance in my dream. On a cold morning, I finally stepped on the Frost all over the ground and walked into the heaven that I looked at day and night with the wings given by my hometown. Heaven has charming scenery, beautiful sails, too much noise and disturbance, but there is no peace and tranquility in the heart for a long time. Therefore, in a bleak autumn wind with fallen leaves, I went back to the small town by bus alone. There were a lot of people on the bus, and they were very noisy, all talking about the home they hung up day and night. This couldn’t help reminding me of the scene when I went home or left home every time. On the way, the car went and stopped, stopped and went, shuttling between different cities. The scenery that flashed countless times from the window seemed familiar and strange. Passengers went up and down, up and down, and then integrated into the place they wanted to go, hometown or distance. This rotation is just an instant feeling or impression, and the car is heading to the next stop. In fact, life is just such a journey. The shuttle between us seems accidental or casual, but it is our whole life. Every detail and the deep connotation in the details reflect the essence of life. From this point of view, everything is just on the journey. Canyang finally fell into Qiu Si in the smoke of dusk. Wisps of smoke rose from the wilderness, which warmed the heart of a car of returning people. When the sky was gray and the moon was on the treetop, they could walk into the house which had been separated for a long time. But the floating smoke also awakened the wandering dream. The smoke from the kitchen is theirs, and the bright moon is theirs. I will continue to cultivate my wasteland in their joy, watching them walk comfortably, work silently and live in a regular way. But I thought there must be a few wisps of smoke and a bright moon waiting for me in the dusk of my hometown thousands of miles away, so I felt at ease. I couldn’t help thinking of Zhu Ziqing, Xia gaizun and Feng Zikai who once took a walk at Baima Lake, and Ma Lihua and the royal family who once stopped at Alibaba in Tibet, they all appreciated the grass and trees beside them with a simple heart, washing their hearts in the pure nature. Yes, life is not in the region. Sometimes, a barren stone on the land can make us understand the complicated life, while those noisy traffic will make us go further and further. Therefore, when the bus arrived, I firmly set foot on the land of the small city. Now, I still walk calmly in this small city which is far away from the provincial capital and the urban area, and watch the rising sun and setting sun, and the flowers bloom. Often, those days that seem plain and quiet are the most real life. And dwelling is not only a kind of life, but also a kind of mentality and philosophy of life. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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. 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