With natural mountains and rivers, living things to breathe. He said: quiet place, looking at the stars overhead, silent listening to the waves of the Galaxy, the universe infinite darkness and light Taotao De pouring from my heart, I quietly breathing filled the TV drama comes from the vast infinite breath, and then I started tell, tell the heart to tell the crowd to tell the time and everything. Language is the heart of the noble spirit of passion and activation of the universe, language, walking and flying up. language only at this moment with moving facial expressions and tone of voice only, and thus , my heart, in the language of the wilderness and deep into the distance. Whenever this time, I feel that all things and the universe are involved in the language of the sport. key is the love of life, perception of nature and the strong spirit of humanity.
Li Hanrong very distinctive artistic characteristics, the peculiar imagination and poetic expression; and this is what Li Hanrong works of art to answer the most important characteristics of a key. Li Hanrong the first to follow Tagore also affected. Work is full of philosophical, lyrical very strong, love the best description of nature, described by the spring rainy season is purely a clear picture depicting; imagine strange, deep mood, rhythm elegant, beautiful language, perception and thinking will be integrated in the Among the beautiful words, giving a fresh bright art to enjoy. Hai Zi after the death of the late 90s, Li Hanrong poetry and prose style of great changes. He turned to prose committed. Li Hanrong play essayist Father, streams, Writing in the show details of the clear, full, mind sees the deep and sincere, touching. One essay, In addition a Li Hanrong language is very rich in charm, fresh, fresh, great tension, he was presented with a sophisticated language Shenmiao savvy, in his works, the reader can fully experience the endless Chinese poetic charm.
Li Hanrong work longer than the imagination, to imagine the scene vividly, Reiki flying, but also the lively style of writing, such as the smooth flow of streams, from time to time create beautiful waves; and revealed in the text of the innocence and passion flows in between the lines and thought, the reader is moved by Li Hanrong work, the source of infection in the spirit of the reader. See also Nanshan
I Montagnards. Hill is the cradle of my placenta and also the survival of my first class. May the mountains most of my childhood to see kind face (after my grandmother), mountain spring morning, the wind is the most soft hands (after the mother), how tall the mountain figure ah (second only to Mao .) I read the first book, fascinated like a dream, every word is so amazing, they quietly non-human non-material, but they are able to speak a lot of meaning, this is really interesting. Pages suddenly dark, raised his head,UGG boots, only to see the mountains around me has been around the mountain are reading? In fact, they stand outside the book, ineffectively as if to say something, do not say, it has not said. If the words out of mountains, or fun, or terrible, wonderful thing, then do not have to speak. But Hill did not say a word, do not say do not speak, do not say how many years many years, is to get people to say all kinds of words. I feel like I was mountain bred, like outside my God, God is outside the Chinese, few speak, he said, I opened the medicine is what I say.
later to leave the mountain to escape a camel. Hill also remember that I may complain about it: occlusion, poverty, ignorance, blocking my line of sight, so I can not see the wilderness of life and thought of the sea.
so many years was removed from a book into another book, I like the bookmarks view of the many languages; moved from another city a city, I know many like the key lock, like son; from climb a building to another building, I like to recite a lot of numbers, like numbers. However, out of the book, out of the city, went downstairs, I found that I did not, though sometimes seems to have felt a lot of knowledge ah, ah knowledge, information ah, ah achievements, reputation ah, ah titles, duties ah, ah computer , bank accounts Yes; stock ah, ah wife, lover Yeah, Son, the house Yeah, bikes, buddies ah, ah knowledge, yellow piece ah, the golden middle age has come ah, ah foreseeable peaceful old age, die a natural death of complete sunset ah ... ...
However, the eyes closed one would like, and really feel empty, dead of night, looking at the white ceiling, people feel a virtual force.
City just a posting of the letter mail, but I'm just a sender or recipient. Send a letter or read the complete letter, I left, but the mailbox still hanging in there. After all, who is also a letter, the city in our body covered with a variety of postmarks, but can not find the posting place.
what made me become a dead letter? Who overlap with the postmark postmark, address overlap with the address, the date overlap with the date, but have no place to deliver this letter, it is so vague postal routes in the slipping until the missing?
this year when I had returned to town. At this time I suddenly saw my early escape from the mountains - hills.
it is still heavy, still dark green blue, still silent, good, or my ancestors like hills.
, however, been a place deep in my heart that it touched, lightning lit up by it.
why I am seriously through the years is the empty empty? How I became a dead letter posted nowhere?
because I have forgotten you, Shan?
so many years, I really like the forgotten pile of stone forgotten you, Shan?
and you still stand by your silence of the end of time, standing alone in your high.
Nanshan this time I see it like the old ancestors of living forever, like the philosopher Ningmei meditation, like the prophet speaks, as always do go in to make a gesture, is not clear Say goodbye, or call.
herein are Zhenyi, has forgotten words.
I seem to understand, I had so carefully away, only to return to a more profound, is that right, Nanshan?
we walked around in the fate, eventually return to the starting place, and the first real understanding of it, is that right, Nanshan?
a letter postmarked finally found covered with a delivery address, it is reached, it will be read, it also read it reading, reading a great site - Nanshan.
return of the, see also Nanshan, the first time I really saw the hills.
such a good white clouds so good so good, so much so many clouds. Only God's thoughts in order to smell so pure white clouds. Can easily pick a non-written poem yin, can write a sad Qingzhao mind sees. I think the most ancient and modern poets pure yin and Li Qing when the number of two, at least by their emotional life and culture of the pollution, the simple to the transparent, sincere and genuine to the left itself, and sadness of life and emotion can not find the purpose of just sad, and not worry about injuries at the time of secularization in the matter of the emotions. Li Bai is still mixed with the romance in the care of the fame; Du Fu's larger than life sense of national consciousness; Li desolate sensitive, a little sick, too many ghosts haunt destroyed the beauty of poetry; Wei half derived from the perception of Zen half is derived from tips, too savvy to take his art to life and sincere input, I am not able to see that this person had in mind unforgettable love; Liu Yong Liu smoke in too far in the dust, he is a in good faith to play emotional games, but he is not emotional life of the saints ... ... yin and Li Qing is a living person in the spiritual world, I do not know their faith, but I feel that they are loved as a man of faith, in their hearts, love is immortal souls in this world is the meaning of life: news; The flow of pure spiritual life, enabling them to experience the happiness of transparency, also felt the biting despair, so deep in the heart of the sea from the extract of poetry, how can we not sentence of salt, every word is a pearl, every sentence bring us into the emotion of the ancient sea, into the heart of the language at the end of the infinite domain.
the two best poets writing in such a white cloud. Put their poems written in white on it. I am capricious, why do not we create a difficult loss in the clouds, square, strip, and heart-shaped, flower-like, the most sincere and beautiful ancient copy in the above verse, where each country for each points on the number of flowers, people looked up, you can see the clouds, see the poem. Human poetry and white layout sky, which is how good, with dust than with guns, with missiles, spy satellites blockade and damage with the sky, how many times is a strong ah! We have to hurry to change their bad habits of the. Such a good white clouds, so many clouds, we all wasted, so that more of the clouds into our lives, we wipe the dark gray skies and the hearts of it.
visits
moonlight night Fengqing Lu Bai, Yuemingxingxi, the universe is clear. Moonlight Nanshan, it is particularly dignified and charming. If the white waterfall pouring on the slopes, it is thick on the grass together Hui swaying in the quiet, it seems very impressive and slanting the surging incessantly, in fact, but a move did not move, the endless sky snow ah.
I climbed the slope, came to South Peak, is a flat, grass, wild flowers, thorns, stones, are organized into one group the soft moonlight. I am familiar with the kind of impact Grasshopper stringed guitar, played it thousands of years of it, this time seemed to be especially lonely sad melody, it must be remembered with much else married lover. I heard the chirp of insects unknown Night Talk, talking about the survival of the anxiety, the experience of hunger, the fear of death, or the joy of travel under the moonlight? In person, there are many lives in love, struggling, laboring, singing in their own way by writing a racial Records. I really want to greet them and see their daily life, since this encounter with fate, I should point whatever help they provide, they are so small, so fragile, a large contingency of the universe in which to survive, how adventure, how Burongyia. However, common sense reminds me that my visit is likely to make them panic, do not care will hurt them. I have the greatest kindness and their help is not to disturb them, kind of land and gentle moonlight will take care of these children madding crowd. Such a thought, care and compassion in my heart to ease.
I move, I saw a few butterflies still moonlight night, this small spacecraft, but also unlimited in doing a short flight, within the limits of the ins and outs of existence, flower bottom line, at the moment they met in the study moonlight and dew, can blending the universe of the most delicious green drink?
I came top of the west edge of a forest silently guarding the moonlight, the sound of birds chirping sound, as if only half a voice call, perhaps suddenly remembered the rest discipline, fear of affecting the people sleep, put the other half sigh swallowed back - I'm amazed the little creatures of the great self-discipline, I would like to be buried deep inside the soul of a bird with the wisdom that we can not know, think about it, they see in the sky ah too many big aspects of society, they are overlooking too, overtook so many things, they certainly obtained from the nature of the soul in a kind of mysterious spirituality. I went into the woods, I saw a bird nest hanging from an oak tree, I found it on tiptoe is an empty nest, a few branches of some of the leaves had all the building material, which is the home of the world's most simple, yet It is the refuge of the feathers destined to fly into the sky, the clouds poured song that is repeated rehearsal here. At a time when it is empty, empty nest full of the quiet moon, making it look more like a mini paradise. If people really were reincarnated, I hope in my next life is a positive birds or robins, a few drops of dew is the grass seed meal Shanghao lunch, and then I use a lot of time flying and singing, and my gut and soul are clean and simple, into the sky, do not dirty a cloud, passing the earth, not to harm a blade of grass. Flying tired, dark, and I went back to my nest in a tree - a bedroom and study, I simply - because in the middle of the night, I have to read a book, read this kind of mysterious silence and the moonlight ... ...
grandmother's hands Grandma's sewing patterns
well, say the people around: her art well.
Grandma's clothes not only fit and look good. Good-looking, there is this sense of beauty, there are artistic, but the village people do not say, just say good-looking. Good-looking, seems to be the simplest way, in fact, to get this evaluation, it is very easy.
grandmother said that people looking for a suitable clothes, clothes are looking for the right person, find, people satisfaction, satisfaction with clothes, people look good, clothes look good.
her view, a cloth to become a good clothes, like a man to become a good man, should Kung Fu under the point. Whatever you do, or clothing of life, my heart must have a
Grandma clothes is so patient and meticulous, from the volume to cut into the seam, and she seemed to understand the intentions of the feelings of cloth, a cloth to become a piece of clothing, it's full of heart and certainly look forward to exciting, perhaps a bit timid and fear: If becoming nondescript, even very ugly, cloth destroy the honor and dignity, then, cloth may be very sad.
memory, each sewing, and grandmother must first wash his own clothes and dressed neatly, got to sit upright as much as possible. Grandma always sat light, light and spacious place to do needlework. She especially likes to sit in the hospital field, high in the air the following do a little clothes, and grandmother look seems simple, pious, and a bit solemn.
in my childhood and wear new clothes is a grand festival, only in the New Year, birthday, be possible to wear a new dress. Old clothes, patches, clothing clothes everyday. We wore patched clothes do not feel aggrieved, this is because people are living a patch day, on the other hand, because the grandmother make clothes for our time, carefully matching the color of every patch and shape, she made a nice patch clothes, works of art.
retrospect, patched in those years, the grandmother still insists that the aesthetic simplicity of her, and she in her mind, In addition to large
sewing clothes, and grandmother also embroidery, insoles, pillowcases, quilt cover, bed sheets, aprons, embroidered grandmother has a variety of patterns.
grandmother's Swallows and the birds flying overhead, their cries and the shadow falls on the grandmother's heart and hands, and grandmother to easily copy them down with needle and thread. Grandma stared at clouds in the sky are often lost in thought, her hands motionless needle and thread, cloth, quietly waiting in the side. Suddenly a bird or something soon there will be sound, and grandmother awakened a camel to look back from the clouds, the intricate embroidery line embroidered ah, ah, or else for a while, the sky to reproduce the pattern of her hands. Read the school's uncle said, your grandmother's craft was learned from the sky.
fall of that year, my elementary school, my grandmother gave me the gift of a pair of insoles, and a pillowcase. Wang Insole embroidered with a spring, the spring and students with a cluster of daffodils, spring water swimming in the two fish. I said, Grandma, my feet soaked in water, will freeze the. Grandmother said the children, cool spring, winter, and you think of warm water flowing under their feet, in summer it has cool after you under their feet. You go, to accompany you wherever the fish, place fish you will not feel thirsty.
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