The spring scenery is getting deeper and deeper, and the villages surrounded by mountains are wandering in the warm spring scenery. Before and after the spring equinox, the sun was shining and the temperature rose obviously. It seemed that you could hear the sound of grass spitting green and trees sprouting without leaving home. There were countless hopes in your heart. Every spring, it will lift the intoxicating picture scroll, and each color will flicker, charming and bright. When the tea-growing family heard the subtle sound of new buds, it was more like whispering in the bottom of their hearts. Don’t worry, such a good weather, such warm sunshine, and such pleasant wind are helping the tea trees sprout and harvest. The good wind will take advantage of it. After two or three days, the tea buds will emerge perfectly, sitting on the branch, I love the dead. When I glanced at it, I felt more happy and anxious in my heart. It was just a look in my eyes, which was teasing people’s thoughts of growing tea. What coming? The baskets and baskets for picking tea had already been made new, the pot table for cooking tea had already been cleaned clean, and the dried firewood and charcoal were also prepared enough. When the new tea was picked up, the couple came together, open your arms to make a pot of new tea. New Year’s new scene, New Year’s new taste, basket is new, tea basket is new, Tea Bud is also new, it seems that the whole person has become new because of the smell of spring, mood, needless to say, well, it includes all new things. The morning glow gradually dispersed, and the dew began to dry. The big girls and little daughters-in-law with sweet faces, aunt and aunt chatting while walking, all carrying bamboo baskets, went to their tea garden to pick tea. Try not to pick dew tea, which is already a habit that has been followed for a long time. People who grow tea don’t expect their own tea, which has good quality, good taste, eye-catching, and good price. A girl who is idle and like a follower, like a bird, twittering like a flower butterfly, fluttering around, either in front of people, or behind people, or making fun or laughing, either crazy or upbeat, without a moment, the voice of crying for a woman, one side did not fall, the other side rose again, a tea country Symphony, so the prelude was played, each syllable was full of local charm. The two hands are like chicken pecking Rice. The tea-picking women are not free, open the bow around, skillful and rhythmic, with tender tea buds passing through their palms, and then concentrated in the bamboo basket. The quiet tea leaves are fragrant, slowly surround these women. My hands don’t rest, and my mind is also moving. How can people have no idea in real life? When a woman grows up, she has to go through many changes of human feelings, thinking of time, days, family, family, the life years she is experiencing, and even youth, when I think of a woman’s elegance and role change, the feeling in my heart is just like the tea in my hand. When the feeling is strong, I will sing and the song will drift with the wind. I don’t know how many people will look at me, most of the time, I only heard the sound and didn’t see anyone, but every word, from the bottom of my heart, unconsciously made people intoxicated. A folk song is sung every year in the mountains and mountains in front of and behind the village. A folk song is the most sincere interpretation of tea picking women’s hearts, about their youthful longing and their inner desire, about their real life experience. Huangmei opera in my hometown is famous all over the country. The woman who picks tea is singing a few Huangmei tones while picking tea, which is a common thing and also the most exciting thing. In my memory, my aunt and aunt in my hometown didn’t have any special tea picking songs. Instead, they sang classic Huangmei opera one by one. They were busy at ordinary times, as if they didn’t know that they had such a taste, only in the tea picking season, you can dig into your own tea garden. When you are not free in the tea garden, you will inspire the sentiment hidden in the bottom of your heart and sing faintly, let a group of plain crops men be surprised and unsatisfied. When my mother was young, she could sing the songs that many girls sang, such as “ten girls”, “ten girls”, “ten scissors” and so on. She didn’t show her mouth at ordinary times, when picking tea in the garden, I would hum a few words intermittently. My mother’s songs were not Huangmei tune, but slang songs spread among men and women in rural areas at that time, which were full of the Flavor of Love Songs. It should be said that at that time, people don’t have the inner desire to give up because of the poor life. It is some sustenance that people don’t give up when they are ups and downs in the daytime and dusk. Although it is vulgar, bold and enthusiastic, it can’t be denied, it is the indispensable spiritual food of that generation. My sister read little books and followed her mother early to share some pressure for a big family. My sister can also sing those songs that my mother can sing. However, she can’t speak easily. A girl is always shy of such hot words, but she can’t speak them. In her heart, without the pursuit of love or the other half in her heart, perhaps these vulgar songs in the countryside are just the enlightenment of love in many women like sisters. When my sister is picking tea, she likes singing Huangmei tune with her sisters, such as “pig grass”, “Pair of flowers”, “couple watching lights”, many Huangmei Opera jokes such as “husband and wife return home” can be sung, and the singing is very interesting. Sometimes they are crazy, and you sing one sentence after another in the tea garden, but they don’t give in to each other, probably, it was also the girl’s unyielding temper in her heart, which made her happy with the eldest brother, uncle, uncle and uncle who were working in the nearby fields. They really didn’t expect that these girls were making a fuss, there is also such ability that singing is exactly the same as that in the movie! Since my brother behind me was seven years old and unfortunately died of missing the best treatment time due to illness, I have never heard my mother sing any more. She has sung songs for decades, buried deep in my heart like this. The elder sister was no longer crazy with her little sisters. When picking tea, a mother and daughter were silent. They could only see their hands and the slight rustle of tea branches. Just like when I was 25 years old, when my father died suddenly, I didn’t feel like singing any more. I didn’t really understand my mother’s mood until this time. In this world, there is nothing more torturing than the separation of life and death among beloved relatives. However, those songs have no sin and no reason to forget them.

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When I was in middle school, I recited the mountain walk written by Du Mu, a poet of Tang Dynasty. Its original text: the stone path of the cold mountain is inclined from far away, and there is a family in the place where the white cloud is born. Parking sit Fenglin love, leaves be red in er yue hua. This poem is easy to understand. The teacher emphasized that the word “sitting in the evening of love Fenglin” in the poem should be understood as “because”, because of its meaning, while most readers pronounce the oblique character of stone diameter as xie (two tones), in fact, the correct pronunciation should be xia (about this knowledge, lao Bai has another essay “on the correct pronunciation of oblique in ancient poems”, which can be referred to.) If this well-known seven-word quatrains are translated into modern text, it is: the winding stone path circling for several degrees, stretching straight to the top of the mountain in late autumn. Some people are flickering in the mountains surrounded by white clouds. I stopped the car because I loved this Maple Forest Night. The frost-dyed maple leaves were even brighter than the flowers in February. Du Mu’s poem reminds me of my trip to Yunnan in 2004. It was a golden autumn in October. My five colleagues and I took a minibus from Dali to Lijiang. All the way, the Mountain Road was curved. Looking from the car window, the Green Mountains were surrounded by clouds and deep white clouds, scattered in the high and low villages among the peaks are looming, as if floating in the air. The bus meandered along the mountain road. The place where the smoke rose from the kitchen was nearly ashamed, and the beam of sunshine passing through the mountain was constantly changing, the randomly scattered houses with mud walls and green tiles shining in the mountain depression make these small villages seem a little complicated and confusing. The cattle and pigs raised near the village were looking for food leisurely. Farmers working in the village and simple and lovely children flashed from time to time, which made people feel the hazy and mysterious landscape. When the car continued to move forward and was far away from another mountain valley in the village, it was convenient for us to stop the car. In the south of the colorful clouds, there were no colorful leaves in the north, surrounded by the rich and clear vegetation washed by rain, this intoxicating color makes the whole mountain full of business. Take a few deep breaths to make the air mixed with the fragrance of grass and flowers fill the chest and stomach, really feel the balmy. After this “Impression of Yunnan”, Lao Bai had several mountain tours. What impressed me deeply was the Mount Tai of Dongyue, which was directly inserted into the sky. In The Tianjie on the south gate of heaven, tourists were bustling, but I could not feel the feeling of others in the place where Baiyun was born; While Wuyi Mountain in Fujian and Qingyuan Mountain, there are only spiritual mountains and waters; As for Signal Mountain in Qingdao, Daping Mountain in Quanzhou and Tiger Mountain in Dandong, they can only be regarded as hills. I have never found the kind of parking night that loves Fenglin, frost leaves red in the leisure artistic conception of February flowers. By chance, I heard the song “deep white clouds” written by Chen Xiaoqi, written by this master who won the most outstanding musician award in China and the top ten lyrics and music writers award in China, it unfolded the thoughts of Du Mu, a famous poet in the late Tang dynasty, on the mountain journey, and wrote out extremely wonderful words and sentences: sitting at the intersection and facing the sunset, there was no home for you in the deep white clouds. You said you liked the scenery of maple forest, but actually the frost leaves were not the February flowers of that year. Getting off halfway is just a trace of concern. She always passes through stop-and-go. The long stone path echoed your lovesickness, and when you turned back, it was already a dream lost the end of the world. You can’t walk out of the painting you collected while waiting for the car. Only by rolling up the autumn color can you find your spring and summer. Why can’t you take part in the moment when you are waiting for the bus? Don’t mute your heart for an old song. Time goes through thousands of years. Deep in the white clouds, it is the sunset glow and the Maple Leaf flowing Dan. The poet Xiao Du is heroic, lofty and elegant, and writes a paean song of Kobayashi’s autumn color. While Chen Xiaoqi, a contemporary lyricist, deserves the title of a top student who graduated from Chinese department of Sun Yat-sen University. The past is the present, and the lyrics he created break through the scene of the poet traveling alone and enjoying the red autumn leaves by sitting and lying, and, echoing the lovesickness, getting off the car to see the maple forest Frost leaves, just for that trace of concern. This extended Tang poetry to nostalgic friendship, and even extended the unforgettable love. This beautiful and beautiful song was sung beside my ears, which made my thoughts feel ashamed and clear. I used to understand that this poem was always confined to the wonderful state deep in the mountains and forests. I thought that when I got up in the morning, I opened the door, it is the lovely white clouds and the lush maple leaves full of eyes. The air is fresh and natural, far away from the noise and annoyance of the world. I live here for a long time. I am close to nature every day, happy and carefree …… in fact, this is just an ideal dream. The family deep in the white clouds is no longer an isolated Peach Blossom Source! Modern information has been blown here for a long time. The stone path on the cold mountain has become a winding mountain road, which has widened the distance between here and the modern city! Then, if we expand our thinking, is the long road of our life the same as described in the poem? As long as you go through its low ebb, you will see the mountain peak. As long as you face it calmly, everything will be saved. There are often such scenes, which seem to be facing a desperate situation, but the mountains are heavy and the paths are quiet. There is a beautiful scenery in the deep white clouds, waiting for us quietly. I remember that the old man Bing Xin gave GE Luo a saying: Love is on the left, love is on the right, on both sides of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, and decorate this long path with the fragrance of flowers, it makes the pedestrians wearing flowers and leaves feel painful when stepping on thorns. Yes, the stone path on the cold mountain far away is inclined, and there is someone waiting for the bus in Baiyun. Why can’t you take part in this moment? The road is already in our hearts, as long as we go, the road will certainly become more and more spacious.

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About the Internet, how many crazy men and women have been fascinated? How much love and hate have been added? But when a feeling is exhausting, have we ever imagined the original intention? Thousands of worlds, all living beings, every life comes into being with its own reincarnation, the collision between heart and heart, the struggle between fate and share every smile is gentle and beautiful; Every drop of tears, it blurs the far-away back, who is the passer back and forth? Who is who is the eternal persistence we use laughter and tears to irrigate the grievances and the right and wrong. Every day, everyone gives us more or less, deep or shallow feelings with smiles and words and deeds. We often sigh the hardship and helplessness of life, so in this virtual network, will we copy all kinds of life and paste them on the network? Will the leisure and relaxation we want be caused by us? If everyone spreads out the problem, I think they will not deliberately create trouble for themselves, bring the format of life into it, and put the time of leisure and entertainment into the trifles of spirit, if so, wouldn’t it make the originally free space more careful? How should we relax ourselves and solve the pressure? What we seek on the internet is that we cannot be free and easy and tranquil at will in reality? It is a law of freedom to agree and disagree. In life, we are often unable to take care of some people’s emotions and the final choice of some things by our mood because of the choice, so do we have to pay too much attention to this network without any connection? Do we have to use a fixed way to shackle our freedom of words and deeds and thoughts? From the reality to the Internet, we should learn to be a butterfly breaking out of the cocoon instead of being a pupa bound by the cocoon, misinterpreting the pleasure and pleasure that the Internet should have brought to us. The game has nothing to do with success or failure, and happiness is good; it’s good to pour out the inner entanglement and let it go; It’s good to listen to the story in the song and understand it; Happy and sad, each other has a tranquil harbor, waiting for the tired heart to stop at any time. If I accidentally bring the lost emotion to you, it must be my fault; If you comfort and enlighten me, I will find a new force in the understanding words; if you are confused now, please cherish your possession, love your family and friends with your heart. Perhaps, what you feel is light and light now is in the envious eyes of others, don’t know what is the most precious thing until you lose it. What we want should be supplied in reality. Don’t exile too many extravagant hopes to the Internet to pursue. No one belongs to anyone, no one can give anyone a permanent promise, then let it be strange, stop it as strange, so that we can spit it out without any defense, no burden, no restraint, There is no complicated calculation equation between advance and retreat. It’s OK to be free. You stay, I welcome your arrival, you leave, I respect your decision, everyone, you can do what you like according to your heart. The internet is used to build your inner world, not to accumulate resentment. Why let your heart run endlessly in the worldly wisdom. If you are tired, just take a rest, listen to songs, play online games, talk a few words if you can say it, and talk to each other if you can’t. Read those sentences that make people feel, and can’t tell which one of them, so appropriately respond to a certain plot in the process, and suddenly open the knot in my heart, some experiences can be relieved in an instant; Remember the warm, forget the cold, the heart is so big, if you can’t let go of the past, you can’t open your hands to embrace the present. Emotions have no shelf life, and they will be diluted by the wandering of time. Some emotions are not cherished, but cannot see the future. Time, after all, has no arrow to turn back. Once passing, nothing belongs to me. If you can let it pass, you don’t have to bear grudge any more. Letting it go means letting yourself go. The words were a happy lock, but what finally agreed to open the lock was still our own private special agency, which could not allow others to steal. Be your spiritual mentor, let yourself experience more, understand more, treat more and mediate more. Between the Internet, we have to put down the heavy burden of life, do not please others, hope to warm others, we are a group of children playing during class, so short time, if it is used to quarrel and make leisure, it’s not worth it. It’s better to play and go home with a happy mood.

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Because of the night shift, I came out from home to work at 11:30 in the evening. Out of the door, I met this vast fog. Like a thick curtain hanging from the sky, the fog hung on the street like this, hanging on my way to work. The street lamp seemed to be submerged in the thick milk, only giving off a faint halo, weak light. The trees stood vaguely, and I also seemed to have added a gray coat, which was thick but light. After a while, a car rushing to work rushed out of the fog, punctured the fog ahead, and then disappeared in the vast expanse. Seeing the hazy beauty, I quickly took out my mobile phone and took a few hazy scenes at random. The world in the scene is like a fallen fairyland. Everything seems to be covered with a layer of veil, full of sense of mystery. A Broad Street extends forward, I don’t know whether it leads to nothingness or eternity. Everything ahead is unknown. I stride forward. If I was not afraid of being late for work, I really wanted to stay in the fog for a while, breathing the cool and refreshing mist mixed with the night, people would feel much more sober at once. But when I came back from work, the gray elf had already disappeared without a trace, leaving only a fresh world and a short dream for people. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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The next door set up fireworks on the playground early, big and small, which seemed to be a tradition, every year. Their family is a big family in the village, which is very large. Every time there are tens of thousands of fireworks, they are controlled by wire and with special effects. In fact, the village is no longer a village. The old village reconstruction that was put on hold has already made the village scattered. Many people moved out and their friends also dispersed for a long time. Today, I met Taro, Jinfeng and Wangyuan. Although I didn’t say a few words, I was still very happy in my heart. I am really happy to meet Taro again. The encounter on the first day of the new year makes me still believe that this is a red envelope given by God. I have been a brother since I was a child, and now it is the same, do you think so? If there were no people in the village, the Yinglong Lantern would not fit the people together. The seniors were old, while the young ones were still young and not powerful enough. So they spent money to hire foreign builders. They had no experience and had never seen the Yinglong lamp in Yiwu. They didn’t care much about their own lamp boards. They gave up at the beginning and burnt the lampshade, during this period, one person was injured, so his fellow villagers started a strike, so the tradition became more and more boring. Is changmetropolis becoming like this? Longdeng walked along the thatched pond. Now it is called Chengxin community, which is so western. Therefore, Longdeng also went to the modern community without setting off firecrackers. “The City” is not allowed to set them. Longdeng also went to the whole House, But Xizhang didn’t leave, because of the renovation of the old village, there was no one left. Later, I didn’t follow him. It was boring. People who fought against the lamp board were no longer talking in familiar dialects. The village guard team kept order by speaking poor Mandarin instead of Yiwu dialect. The weather was very cold, so I went home. Villages are really changing, bringing our generation. Those days that ran the whole village to summon friends seemed to be just yesterday. The scene that more than five hundred light boards and leaders left several villages and the dragon tail hadn’t started yet seemed to be still in sight, the joy of that dragon lantern swimming for six or seven hours at a time was still hovering in my memory. The dragon lantern went back to the village. Maybe those people were tired, and they couldn’t feel the joy at that time, true. Alas! The New Year’s Eve of my WeChat era

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