Once upon a time, a boy was lying beside the desk, seemingly lazy and motionless, staring blankly at the peach forest in the distance. Rows of peach trees were swinging their bodies far away, but he was not appreciating them, he was meditating and thinking about the logic, equations or geometric figures of mathematics. At that time, he was born like this and completely forgot himself. His classmates passed by one by one, A piece of laughter quarreled to his ears, but he didn’t feel it at all. He just stared at and thought.

That is a kind of fascinating cleanness. If the Lijiang River described in the textbook in my memory is clear to the bottom, a trace of water waves cannot cover the scenery at the bottom of the river at all, pebbles and fish can be clearly seen, reflecting the beauty of green mountains, freedom is a kind of cool beauty without the disturbance of silt. It is completely a transparent place. When I was young, I began to yearn for the beauty of Lijiang River in the textbook, I want to experience the cleanness and transparency of the Lijiang River in person and give myself a clean place. This kind of absorbed thinking has been lost for a long time now. When I think of it occasionally, I have a lot of aftertaste lingering in my heart. That kind of mood of self-sighting and sorrowful is also born leisurely, and I want to return to the youth and Clea. It was a kind of empty meditation, as if you were in the deep of the mountain, surrounded by green mountains high and far, and you were in it, just like you were in the bottom of a huge green pot, with complete freedom of body and mind without any hindrance, the heart is as high as the mountain, as big as the wild, spreading endlessly and heartily. That is another kind of freedom, the freedom to forget oneself, A winding road jumped out of the mountain and disappeared after several turns in another mountain. I don’t know how far it is and the space full of imagination. I want to have this kind of freedom again, this kind of freedom of indulgence. Today’s youth has grown up, he is still him, because he is still called this name, no one replaces it, but he is not him, because he has no previous meditation, the mood can’t be united at all, or it has experienced the twists and turns of life, maybe it has permeated more responsibilities of life, or it has lost itself and lost the direction of freedom in the heart. This young man still gazes now, but his mood is quite different. In His gazing eyes, many complicated feelings given by life are clearly revealed, at this time, you may not know what on earth he is thinking, because he thinks too many and too many questions, and he can hardly even remember how many things he has thought one day, not to mention how many things have been figured out. I want to make my mind simple again and enjoy wandering in the free world. Young age is beautiful, because there are dreams, now many dreams have been realized, and the rest is reality. The dream in my heart has come to an end, and then I walk into the boundless ocean, just like losing the course, the captain who couldn’t steer himself could not let the wind and waves on the sea blow, and how much anger he occasionally had in his chest was suppressed by helpless mood, unable to resist or fight, the whirlpool that could not reveal self-mood was blown forward, backward, left and right by the strong wind, floating in all directions, and I didn’t know when I could land, I didn’t know whether there was something beautiful after landing, and even if he wanted to do something after landing, it was unknown, but he still thought about it after all. Growing up more and more troubles, but less and less things can be done. Things like frozen thoughts come one by one seemingly unrelated, but I am not prepared for these things, I was caught off guard by life. I could only marvel at that life was the martial arts master with the highest kung fu, and I felt ashamed of being inferior. This kind of self-mockery was just an accidental bitter smile, which could not bring any comfort. Stones as big as soybeans were thrown into the sea, and were submerged without arousing spray, even the sound was submerged by waves of waves. As a young man, he has grown up, but he is still himself after all. It is just that the Bud has grown up, but it has not changed in his heart. Take a beautiful dream and start again. The turning point of this life may be in this night, this silent night. Let your mind fly and leave your own ideal of devotion. That is your own lighthouse. Even in the dark night and the boundless ocean, you can also illuminate your own path. I still miss it in my heart and call for freedom, the clear freedom! I sincerely believe that there is freedom if you have dreams! Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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Time flickered at the end of the last fallen leaf in late autumn, and the sun was like a light gauze like a warm mist gently brushed off the mottled chill in the memory interlayer, and melted into a bay of shallow water-like pure smile, between the sleeves of the Jade finger and the blue silk, it is the feeling of silk, the wisps of thoughts, the long-lost deep, shallow, clear and profound outline, and the familiar Tiantian, light and lingering smell, even if there are hundreds of thoughts, it is easy to disperse like wind!

The neon of the city is as clear as the colorful crystal which fades down. The Deep, shallow, colorful and charming magnificent scenery is like being drunk into a dream, unable to touch and smart as a gem, the separation and reunion of the world and the vicissitudes of common things, either clear or hazy, have enveloped the time and intoxicated the fleeting time.

Lightly twist the years. In the thin and cool season, the past of flowers and flowers will be condensed in the finger gap of the palm. The backhand is sad and happy, and the hands are clinging. The vicissitudes of life change the sentimental appearance. The flowers fall silently and fall. Standing in the warm time, waiting for the slanting glow, looking forward to it, watching the wind rising from the clouds and the rain falling down the alley, the endless entanglement made my eyebrows look down but I was in my heart.

When the prosperity was over, the residual Lotus of that pavilion was tied with the autumn red, standing stubbornly in the warm sunshine. If the wind is the comfort to the warmth, if the rain is the moist Qinyu; If the wind lifts the layers of mist, the cloud and smoke overflows the fragrance of the season, and there is still the joy of dancing alone in the deep red. Why light blue and light red? It is the first class among flowers. Let time go in a hurry, and follow the temperament of life to precipitate fragrance. In every season when the moon dances and butterflies fly, the fragrance is fragrant and full of dreams. Shallow memories, warmth to the sun, and heart, the flowers bloom in the dream, and there is still a smile on your back!

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Music always has its own magic. It always makes people calm down when listening to it alone. I once heard such a sentence: listening to a song means listening to a piece of voice belonging to myself. In fact, I have already forgotten music in my life, but when I hear an old song that I am familiar with, I still feel excited. It seems that everyone will place a story on different songs, whether happy or sad, or hurt or painful. Why do songs have such magic power? When I played the melody of music, my heart seemed to have made a trip. With the joy of music, my mind jumps. With the sadness of music, I felt depressed for no reason. Music always accompanies us and grows with us. When I was still pure and ignorant, music was like a gurgling stream, with its crisp sound flowing into my life, leading me through youth and maturity. As I grow older, my interpretation of music has also changed, from superficial sadness to quiet meditation, as if in a journey, as the scenery moves closer, from the hazy distant view to the detailed pondering, and then mixed with some historical stories, it seems to complicate the simple scenery. If you add your own mood, it will be more complicated. The song is for all people, but the people who have heard it have different thoughts. And I think, even if I hear sadness and shed some tears, wipe it off. Don’t worry about anything. Maybe one day, when you hear the song again, it is when the smile is on your face. After listening to a song, it is like following the song for a period of mental path. Happiness, joy, sadness and sadness are performed together. Why bother about the feeling of this moment? As long as sadness does not exist in your heart, there will be no real sadness. People who can listen to a song are just those who treat themselves well quietly, give themselves a rest, stay alone and enjoy themselves in the sea of songs.

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Today, the book I bought online from Jingdong finally arrived. I have been looking forward to it for many days and have inquired for many times. The Online Display will never change: On January 24th, 14:34 was on the way. Consulting manual online answers will always be more goods at the end of the year, and will arrive soon. The last query, that is, this morning, I was a little angry. I said I often sent Express to Beijing, and received it the next day. Now it is the sixth day! In fact, it doesn’t matter to delay for one or two days, but I am I am afraid that they will not send it to me, let alone that I choose cash on delivery, I am afraid that their shopping with less than 100 yuan is not enough to bother me, anyway, I didn’t charge you. Unexpectedly, it was delivered at less than 3 o’clock that afternoon. Seeing that Jingdong courier carried a lot of parcels on his motorcycle, I felt that maybe it was because of the large amount of goods at the end of the year. I bought 4 books, and everyone will think it’s normal! But I tell you, it is not a professional book, but a novel. It belongs to famous writers Shi Tiesheng and Lin Haiyin. Everyone must be surprised: it is rare for you to have leisure time to read novels? For several years, not to mention buying books on literature, it is rare to read. Work tasks one after another. The pressure is so great that I can’t finish reading professional books. What’s more, the computer makes my eyesight decline rapidly, so I can’t see clearly after writing No. 4, and I can’t get into my brain, I had to bite my head and look hard. This winter is so long, the time is so rich, the body is getting better, and finally there is some time for recreation. Now the consciousness is also improved, and the brain is also smart. It turns out that time can be squeezed out. I gave up the time of cooking and washing clothes. I relied on washing machine to wash clothes. I was afraid that I wouldn’t do it twice. It is also good to cook. First, it is simple. For example, steam a pot of noodles, put seasoning, pour hot oil, and then put some fried and milled peanuts, sesame and walnuts. The taste and nutrition are good, and you can eat it for ten days and a half months once. Every time I use boiled water to stir it, the fragrance immediately blows my nose. If you make some twist, you will order pickles. If you make a quick decision, the meal will be over. Then you will add a fruit and vitamin C. Besides, colleagues and friends treat each other in weddings and funerals. The nutrition has been taken in very well. Anyway, nowadays people are prone to overnutrition; The second is to rely on (rely on another person), this method is the best, and there is no need to respect women’s three obedience and Four Virtues any more. So I have time to read novels. The reason for my interest in novels was first brought to me by my brother in my impression. Probably in my first and second grade, my brother, who was two years older than me, climbed to the roof compartment every three to five and took a book. Then I saw him always lying beside the Kang while eating while reading. Sometimes he still held a bowl motionless after eating. Because of curiosity, I also liked the book in his hand when I knew more words, so I would rush to read it with him. At first it was thinner, with larger characters and illustrations. Later, the book became thicker, and even the book without illustrations felt very interesting. One day I also climbed up. Ah, from the faint light coming through the small window near the eaves, I saw a lot of books, which were piled up, scattered, and many brand-new ones, almost never touched, let me pick. So when I was a student, although my family was in rural areas and very poor, I was not short of books. I never thought about spending money on books, and I had never seen any books to buy. In my impression, there was only one new book added to my family, the Beijing opera “The red light”. The red cover was brought back by my father. Now I think it is very likely that he bought it. In the 1980 s, the culture flourished, and the family began to add new books. Then I found that my father, who had always been very thrifty, was very willing to buy books. The most impressive ones are Chiang Kai-shek I know, and Pu Yi’s the first half of my life. And I bought these recreational books (I used to think so) which were totally different from my father. I love reading books, but it is rare for me to pay for books, which is probably born by Little Women. The same money may be willing to invest in clothes I like. Although I don’t know how to wear it, I don’t want to spend it on buying books. Seeing books that I like very much, or someone else’s or library’s, I worked overtime to read them in a hurry, especially when I met very beautiful books, I read them all the time, and even often flashed the idea of taking possession of myself. Sometimes, I like it very much, so I knock the whole article into the computer and even print it out, but it is not beautiful after all. I have also flashed to buy one, but where can I buy it? Before I had time to think about it, I forgot all about my work once I was busy. Recently, I think of wandering in the world of literature. Because I occasionally write a blog or send a message of wishes during festivals, my stomach is too poor to have any words, and I hate copying others’ words most. I haven’t read a novel for several years. Now I want to see it, where can I see it? It is available online, which is inconvenient, eye-consuming, and not enjoyable. Thinking about my father’s willingness in the book, We brothers and sisters benefited a lot. Why are we reluctant? What are you reluctant to give up when you are old? You can buy several books if you buy less clothes. Buying clothes is enjoyment, isn’t it also enjoyment to buy books and read books? I know I will be surprised if my colleagues around me know about this action. The academic atmosphere in our unit is still very strong. Seeing the courier delivered books, I told them frankly that I bought them from Jingdong. They wouldn’t be surprised because they thought I bought professional books. Since I was reluctant to spend money on books and finally made up my mind to buy books, I must choose the one I like. But buying books is not the same as buying clothes. You can try clothes, but you can’t buy books. The book should be read carefully, placed beside the pillow, and quietly shared weal and woe with the protagonist. I found a good way to choose books. I didn’t know where I saw a short article named “first hope”. I said I didn’t have time to read the long article, which impressed me deeply, although I couldn’t remember what I said later, but I always recall the language and artistic conception in my heart for a long time. I checked it on the internet and found that the writer Shi Tiesheng knew “I and the Earth Altar” and “Miss of Autumn” from here, and finally found “the notes of retreat”. I have to go to work before I can read the new book. I think it must be very beautiful.

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