Fish Pond
Not far behind the building, there is a square with a round fish pond in the square.
From time to time there are dragonflies on the water surface, and fish swim around under the water surface, making a few ripples from time to time, filling the pond.
At first, when I took a walk in the square, I didn’t frequent it much. Later, there were more and more fish, and they attracted me.
The fish were silent and just nodded towards me. I knew they liked me. Sometimes if a few days don't pass, I feel a little anxious.
Fish have a habit of running with big fish. Like an airplane flying in the sky, sprinkle water all the way, and there are thousands of pearls and jade in the water.
Sometimes I put a finger into the water, and many fish come over to grab it. I thought to myself: If this were to lower a fishhook without any effort at all, wouldn’t all those naive fish have taken the bait?
Sometimes they bring their mouths to the surface one by one. Occasionally, when they are frightened, they all bury their bodies in the water, leaving a pool of surprises. My recklessness frightened them, and the big fish led me like an arrow, like chasing a dream, or like a ball of fire, stirring up and down the fish pond.
In the afternoon, they also slept, lazily staying put. The water bubbles popping out of the mouth opened up one after another, and strings of seven-color flowers were born, and the fish pond became as valuable as gold.
I also saw a story that afternoon: a white cat ran out of nowhere and jumped onto the wide edge of the pond, trying to eat the fish in the water. After taking a good look, he stretched out his fist and punched it into the water. The fish started swimming happily and kept seducing it. The big white cat ran a marathon on the edge of the pond.
When guests come to my house, I am always willing to take them to see the fish, as if the fish belong to my family.
It has always been foggy recently, and patches of fog cover the fish pond, which looks like a bathing pool and has a mysterious feeling. One day I saw two female painters painting there. After the painting was completed, they took away a fish with satisfaction. They might also go to some art exhibition, the fish had no idea.
People often come to clean and clean the fish pond, pump out the old water and put in some clean water. The clear water can show my cheeks. Looking at it, there seems to be a washbasin underneath, shaking. Shaking, shaking, mother's face appeared. Ah, I look so much like my mother, no wonder everyone who has seen her says so. Slender eyes, an unattractive nose, no perm, no makeup... My mother also likes fish, and her name is the name of a fish.
In fact, many years ago, there were no fish in the fish pond. When the square was first built, a round pond was built inside, which has always been empty and contains the sun every day. The round pool brings unlimited space for imagination, and people often go there to take pictures.
The fish’s hometown was originally a river. When the river became disordered, people moved them here. They are jumping to win new life, so joyful, so joyful.
As the fish grew, the fish became fatter and the fish pond turned into a canyon.
What is work for?
Every night it comes quietly, always so peaceful, swallowing up everything on the earth, leaving nothing behind.
People who work are not content with this dark tranquility, they create light. Light candles, turn on the lights, rustle writing sounds, buzzing machine tools, everyone is concentrating, in one place, two places, no one knows how many people are immersed in work. This is true at night, let alone during the day.
In the morning, the green smoke from cooking fires shot straight into the sky, the buzzing sound of car engines could not stop the loneliness, and there was an endless stream of hurried footsteps. They are all busy at work, and have completely forgotten themselves, forgotten that they are on the street, and have forgotten the beautifully dressed pedestrians and luxury cars passing by.
In this era of accelerated pace of life, there are more places where people gather. At the same time, people seem to have become much more indifferent. Without the courtyard house, people don’t know each other. The people downstairs don’t know the people upstairs. They are neighbors. They actually don’t know whether the people living there are men or women, old or young.
I have never been in the habit of borrowing things from my neighbors. Even if I knock on the door, my neighbors will break out in a cold sweat.
People are working and making money, but they are not trying to make their lives better.
On the way to work, with so many people in the company, it should be a lot more lively, but people can't hide the loneliness and loneliness in their hearts. China's family planning program has made significant progress, and the number of newborns is no longer increasing dramatically.
The number of QQ online every day shows a lot of content, not to mention those who play games for entertainment. Just looking at the boring chat content on QQ, it looks like the carbon dioxide people exhale, and it looks like 2008 The heavy snow suddenly surged out, drowning the earth, the crowd, and everyone's hearts.
Sometimes a person will suddenly pop up among the strangers on QQ and ask what he is doing. The answer is to make friends, which is too boring. Ask if you have a job? The answer is yes. Never mention the piles of posts on the web page again, for fear that the posts will become solid and I don’t know how powerful a processing machine will be built to process them quickly.
Workers in factories are always repeating the same action in front of the machine. There are no Sundays and no holidays. The more people work, the more empty and lonely they seem. As the pace of society accelerates, more and more people will be lonely.
This is already a very serious problem. People should have a clearer understanding of what life is and how we should live. Money is not everything, but nothing is impossible without money. None of us know this truth, but when do we really feel that we have money?
We have made money, can we live a happy life again? Have you gotten rid of your mental depression, walked out of the wilderness of your soul, and spent your spare time in the cold winter? Because human beings are not only physical, but also spiritual. Only when your life is better and your spirit is better can you feel happy and feel the beauty of the world.
People are all animals with feelings, and they all need greetings, care, and a rich spiritual and cultural life to replace the quarrels caused by boring chats and low-level arrogance. This does not mean that high-rise buildings should be demolished and courtyards reorganized, but that people should enhance mutual understanding, care for each other, help each other, and continuously enhance friendship.
Continuously learn scientific and cultural knowledge, constantly improve your own quality level, enrich your spare time life, and strive to be both material and spiritual. Only in this way can we spend every day healthily and happily.
(Original author: Drinking Life)
The author’s collection of Promises in the Wisteria Flowers
Two kinds of freedom
The new book will be published soon When it was published, the editor asked me to carefully review what I had written. So, I devoted myself to reading the manuscript these two days. One of them talked about the story of Alexander the Great and Diogenes. After reading it, I had many insights and a great sense of enlightenment.
Alexander the Great was the ancient king of Macedonia. He began studying under the famous ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle at the age of 13, and became king at the age of 20. The reason why he was revered as the "Great Emperor" by later generations was because he conquered a vast land during his twelve years as king, making Macedon's territory reach as far as the Ganges River in India in the east and Italy in the west, making it the largest country in ancient times. Alexander never lost a battle in his life and became one of the three greatest military commanders in the world.
Diogenes was an ancient Greek philosopher and a representative of the Cynic school. He tried to subvert all traditional values ??and never minded others calling him "dog". He even shouted "live like a dog". People call his philosophy "Cynicism".
It is said that Diogenes lived in a barrel, and all his possessions included the barrel, a cloak, a stick, and a bread bag. He lay on the bare ground, barefoot, unshaven, half-naked, looking like a beggar or a madman.
Early in the morning, he opened his eyes with the rising sun, scratched his itch, and went about his business on the roadside like a dog.
He wiped his face by the public fountain, asked passers-by for a piece of bread and a few olives, then squatted on the ground and chewed, and scooped up a few handfuls of spring water into his stomach. People thought he was crazy.
Not a madman, he was a philosopher who expounded his doctrines through the creation of drama, poetry and prose. He believes that most people in the world are half-dead and that most people are only half-human. At noon, in broad daylight, he walked through the streets with a lighted lantern, shining it in the face of anyone he met. They asked him why he was like this, and Diogenes replied: "I want to see if I can find someone."
Under the guidance of his mentor, the 3-year-old Alexander visited Diogenes with his magnanimous mind. Eugenia. The young king, who was popular in the streets, was not welcomed by Diogenes. He came to Diogenes, looked at the poor broken barrel, the lonely rags, and the rough and slovenly figure lying on the ground, and asked kindly: "Diogenes, how can I help you?" ”
“Yes,” Diogenes said, “Stand aside, you block the sun.”
The entourage was shocked, not expecting this beggar. People are so disrespectful. The Greeks who were watching burst into laughter. Alexander was silent for a while, and finally said calmly to the people around him: "If I were not Alexander, I would definitely be Diogenes."
After reading this, I suddenly felt these words of Alexander the Great It is so wise and contains profound pursuit of life. As the supreme commander of Macedonia, he had the freedom to manage the country and dominate others. This freedom is not possessed by everyone. From ancient times to the present, there are only a few people who can enjoy this freedom. This freedom is based on absolute authority. Diogenes, who advocated solitude, enjoyed another kind of freedom, which was the freedom from being dominated by others.
Love in the quilt
Love in the quilt
Since marrying him, I seem to have never felt his mother’s love. I once suspected that his mother didn't understand what love was at all.
I heard that his mother came to his house as a child bride when she was more than ten years old. She was uneducated, but fortunately she knew how to give birth to children: she gave birth to six children in eight years, one girl and six boys, which is great enough. And in that era of lack of food and clothing, it was really not easy to educate two college students. What’s interesting is that these two college students are called “big road” and “thin road” respectively. Among them, "Dalu" is him in my family. Why do you choose such a funny name? It is said that they were both born on the way home from their mother's farm work.
After we got married, the day after I gave birth to my daughter, his mother came. The first thing she said when we met was: "Another daughter was born." I wondered: This was not the first time I had given birth to a child in my first marriage. Well, how do you say "another daughter was born"? Afterwards, he explained that his sister and his eldest and second brother had both given birth to girls for the first time, and said that since we worked in the city, it would be better to have a son. Oops, what a fallacy. My mother was so happy to give birth to our three sisters. My father often boasted to outsiders that having a daughter is a blessing, and a daughter is a shelf and a thoughtful cotton jacket. From then on, I was a little unhappy. I only go back to the countryside with him during the holidays. As for taking money and things, I don't even ask him about how much he takes or how little he takes. I feel that his mother doesn't understand the world at all. Anyway, my parents take care of the child and are too lazy to deal with the so-called mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. Occasionally, my mother asked me about his mother's situation, and I also asked him on the spur of the moment. It's just that when my mother boasts about his filial piety, I feel a little disappointed, and sometimes I laugh at my mother's power. Isn't it just because he has shown it a few times in front of her?
The days passed by just like this.
One day, I found six missed calls from my sister. Sister will not call me continuously unless there is something urgent or important. I'll call you right back. My sister said that she met his mother on the road. His mother was walking hard toward my house on a walking stick and carrying a newly made quilt. She said that she had picked the cotton she grew and asked someone to make a quilt. quilt. My sister also said that she also called him, but he didn't answer, and because she had to rush to work, she hurriedly called me several times in a row, hoping that I could find time to go home early.
A few years ago, my mother said that she would carry quilts for me from Hunan, but I refused because of the long distance.
Last year, I heard from him that his mother also planted some cotton, but I never thought that his mother would prepare it for us. Because when I went to his house the year I got married, I found that his mother covered her with an ancient and outdated quilt. Fortunately, it was clean. Otherwise, I would not have dared to sleep on his mother's bed.
I put down the phone and hurried home.
After not seeing her for several months, his mother looked even more haggard, her gray hair flying in the wind, and her cloudy eyes that I couldn’t bear to look at. I quickly approached his mother, imitating his tone for the first time, and called her affectionately, "Mom, you are here." Then, I took the quilt from her hand.
At that moment, I felt like tears were coming out of my eyes.
My family lives on the bank
"My family lives on the bank..." This is the song I sang happily while taking a leisurely walk on the bank of the Bahe River. Having lived in the Weibei Plateau where ravines are crisscrossed for a long time, I am used to seeing ravines and ridges, and I have never experienced the scene along the river. Once I appreciate the spiritual life by the water, I will sincerely sigh with emotion.
Three hundred meters of green forest belt, beautiful flowers and gardens; a wide, flat and clean river embankment landscape road, with flowing weeping willows like beautiful women’s long hair arranged on both sides; granite steps, granite platforms, and marble railings Carved with various patterns, there are small stone lions squatting on the top of the stone pillars; then go down a dozen steps to the bank of the Bahe River, where you can take a close look at the 300-meter wide and calm water surface and the free flying and playing animals of various colors and shapes on the water. Waterfowl and mallards.
As one of the eight scenic spots in Chang'an, "Baliu Scenery" has been well known to many people; most of the allusions of "breaking willows to say goodbye" also occur here. "Xi'an Prefectural Chronicles" says: "On both sides of Baqiao, there are five miles of dikes built and thousands of willows planted. Tourists rub shoulders with each other, which is the grandeur of Chang'an." Whenever spring is full of spring breeze, catkins are flying all over the sky, and smoke is everywhere. The mist has become a major scenery in Baqiao, Chang'an. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a post station in Baqiao, which was called "Zishui Post" at that time and also called "Bating". In ancient times, people used to greet and see off guests here and say goodbye. Bahe, Baqiao, Baliu, Bating, and Ecstasy Pavilion have attracted countless people throughout the ages. The emotions of separation, sadness, and poetic talent are all vividly displayed in this place. I stood on the spacious river bank, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the river and breathing the fresh air greedily. Imagine the beautiful scenery on the banks of the Bahe River in ancient times, the amorous feelings of men and women, and the sad scenes of poets and poets farewelling each other.
I run here in the morning and take a walk in the afternoon. It is 1,300 meters to the north to Chang'an Pier and 1,500 meters to the south to Qinba Bridge. Walk, look, taste, imagine, feel, and carefully consider the life by the water.
There are many anglers by the water, one every ten meters. They sit quietly on the fish box or horse, silently watching the fish floating on the water, motionless. That tranquility, calmness and persistence are really exercising self-cultivation and cultivating the mind. There was an old man with white hair and white beard riding a three-wheeled electric bicycle. There was an old lady sitting in the back seat of the vehicle, who must be his wife. The old man chose a place by the river to park the car. After getting out of the car, he lit a cigarette and started to smoke leisurely. His wife got busy with her hands and feet quickly - moved down the fish basket, placed the horses, fishing rods, and propped it up. Put up the parasol and open the bait box. After making the arrangements, I straightened up and waited for the old man to sit down and fish. The old man had had enough of smoking and came over, sat on the horse, strung the bait, checked everything his wife had prepared, smiled knowingly, flicked the fishing rod and started fishing; his wife also sat quietly beside him, waiting. Catch the surprise on the water. Looking at it, I felt happy: With such a tacit understanding and harmony, doesn't it look like a chief and his orderlies? The wind in the quiet Bahe River stopped blowing, the birds stopped chirping, the people walking stopped leisurely, and the lovers stopped playing. They all silently watched the engrossed fishermen walking gently by. No one wanted to Breaking the tranquility and harmony by the water.
The Chang'an Pier in the distance to the north is much more lively. Colorful flags are fluttering, people are crowded, and cruise ships and speedboats leave the port from time to time with laughter, laughter and the scream of their motors.
Some people play bumper cars with their children on the water, colliding with each other, talking and laughing; some people drive motorboats speeding on the water, plowing a white furrow on the calm water; there are also many young men and women who form teams and wear... Life jacket, sitting in the slender dragon boat, playing drums, shouting chants, waving oars, simulating the dragon boat race in Quzi's hometown; the most exciting thing is the seaplane, a sharp engine sound, in the The boat speeds up and rows for a short distance on the water, then quickly takes off and rises, flying and hovering in the air, overlooking the scenery of the Expo and Chanba. It is said that Xi'an Jiaotong University and the Fourth Military Medical University hold motorboat competitions here every year. The 2012 competition has been confirmed to be held in September. Of course I want to take a look. How can I delay the grand competition at my doorstep!
In the morning, on the wide water stand in the south, there is often a group of lesbians doing morning exercises in the form of dance. They danced gracefully to the rhythm of the music played by the recorder. They are also really good at choosing places - there are simple marble fences around the stands, and the venue is spacious and flat, like a big water stage; there is a small island in the middle of the river with lush water plants and lush trees; the green trees are dotted with many white water birds, like The dove tree, endowed with the poetry of peace, is really beautiful. The waterbirds seemed to be enjoying the music and dance on the shore quietly and motionless. At this moment, the recorder was playing the song "Dolma" by Ulan Tuoya. The lesbians lined up in two rows, stretched out their shoulders, shrugged, and stretched out their limbs to dance the Tibetan dance to the rhythm. The melodious singing and graceful dancing attracted the attention of many morning exercisers.
"Thirty years to the east of the river, forty years to the west of the river." I fell in love with the beautiful scenery by the water, so I randomly bought a house on the bank of the Bahe River. After many twists and turns, I can finally stay here and live here. Maybe he will settle here for a long time after retirement. An essayist once said: Life should be about experiencing different places and different lives. The more places you live, the larger your home will be, your horizons will be broader, and your life experience will be richer. In the past, what I had experienced for a long time was the life in the ravines and beams of the Weibei Plateau. Silhouettes of life such as chopping firewood, digging medicine, herding sheep, and harvesting jujubes often appeared in front of my eyes. Now I have begun to experience the days by the water, such as fishing, swimming, boating, dragon boat racing, etc. words began to be incorporated into the lexicon of my life. The world is becoming more and more beautiful, and people need to live seriously, experience carefully and appreciate and enjoy slowly. It would be very unfair if they abandon the beautiful scenery around them and forget to experience and appreciate the beautiful life around them because of the pursuit of immediate utilitarianism. Worth it!
The author’s collection of essays in Hezhizhou
Life is the same
Life passes by in a hurry for decades, and we all have to experience birth, old age, illness and death, ups and downs, joys, sorrows and joys Wait, maybe only through these can a complete life be considered.
She must have the warmth of catkins, the romance of Ogi flowers, and the thoughts of dandelions. With her cold appearance and fiery heart, she reaches the door of the deep winter.
At this moment, in order to watch this grand flowering show, the insects and birds sang their last songs, the rivers stopped running, and the mountains held their breath. There are only wisps of smoke rising from the distance of the city. Is that the continuous celebration of this beautiful event in the countryside?
I walked in the snow with heavy steps. The sound of stepping on the snow opened up the snow dream that I had buried for many years.
Is that woman named Snow Flower, who is married far away, walking in the snow like me, thinking about the snow path where we held hands, the snowman with her name written on it, and the scene of fighting with snowballs? Do you still remember that after I swallowed the snowflakes, you whispered to me your vows of eternal love?
Xuemeng Wuhen. Snowflake, oh snowflake, I know you will not have the sighs of fallen leaves or the tears of rain. Because, as long as we keep the fire in our hearts, we can have the gentleness and joy of butterflies, and the beautiful life of flying birds.
Snowflakes are floating in the air. I really felt these soaring verses penetrating my heart with ethereal images.
The dancing snowflakes convey a sense of nobility, purity, and affection like water.
These hexagonal flowers make desolation and desolation recede, and decay and dirt disappear. She is the messenger who brings the sky and the earth to have a long talk. After that, she melted into the earth, and used her delicate fingers to gently lift the lush green door, so that the seasons alternated knowingly...
The snow fell on her body. I am like a tree beside the road, slowly dreaming of spring, and blooming white flowers bit by bit.