Philosophers have said that "loneliness is a kind of beauty". I like loneliness. For me, loneliness is also a kind of beauty in life.

Loneliness is a kind of detachment. I like to put a cup of light green and fragrant silver needle tea on the desk in the middle of the night when all is silent and the lights are dim, burn incense and hold books, or feel the eternal farewell of children's affection and ambition in poetry; Or try to figure out the truth, gossip and gossip in the biography; Or lament the fate and impermanence of life in the novel. Between desire and reality. Forget the hustle and bustle of the world for the time being, put aside the trivial life of daily necessities, pots and pans, and leisurely descend in Nanshan Dongli.

Loneliness is a kind of leisure. Through reading, I can follow the sword shadow written by Jin Yong in the sinister rivers and lakes; Or follow Xu Zhimo and enjoy the turbulent times; Or go back to 1000 years ago and savor the desolation and desolation of Qu Zi who has no door to serve the country. Sometimes "the old man talks about juvenile madness" and sometimes "eight thousand miles of clouds and moons" ... At this moment, how carefree and comfortable this spiritual ecstasy is!

Loneliness is a kind of enjoyment. I can close the doors and windows, roar at the exciting the legendary swordsman and pay tribute to myself; Put on a big coat, make a contemptuous expression and admire yourself in the mirror; I can also cook a pot of delicious food anywhere and fly away, showing a classic romantic movie, and I can never get tired of watching it. Maybe I will peep out the window quietly and see the vicissitudes of life ... At this moment, I am so relaxed and happy that I can ignore everyone's tastes, avoid people's eyes, forget the worldly harm and indulge in my own artistic conception!

Loneliness is a kind of introspection. Being alone gives me a space to examine myself. When I shuttle through the vast sea of people, when I am alone on the shore of the flowing water; Or when I look at the innocent smile between ink and wash, I seem to be a wisp of smoke suspended above the bullets in the world, no longer worrying about trivial things; No longer unhappy about trivial interests. Loneliness gave me a bronze mirror, let my meanness, selfishness, narrowness and ignorance overflow my body, let me wake up from conceit, bigotry and stubbornness, let me get used to the setbacks in the complex changes of the world, let me take my time in a brilliant blue sky with flowers, let me forgive others after tasting loneliness and face life with a smile ... At this moment, how broad and pure my heart is and how steady and natural my pace is.

Loneliness is a kind of beauty. There is no more "now haggard, windy and foggy, afraid to go out at night." Let's listen to the laughter of people under the eaves. This kind of body is now in thinking. "Now to the fishing village, the night is like years old, burning incense and speaking alone." Meditate quietly and alone. This is eternal beauty.

"I only smell the wind and bamboo, and there is still Fengming." I am glad that I have a kind of lonely beauty.

2. My loneliness

I am immersed in the ancient fragrance of ink, crossing the distance of thousands of years, picking up the interest of drizzle; I walked through the resplendent palaces of Ming and Qing Dynasties, the bustling markets of ten countries, and all the dust of history, just to pick up a section and smile quietly.

First reading, "I can't see the rain and wet clothes, but I can't hear the idle flowers." I just said ordinary words, but after chewing carefully, I found more. Isn't this history? Isn't it a dynasty far away from this world? The ancients loved to start with a little thing, wasn't it interest?

I'm afraid it's not my own fault that I understand this poem slowly. It's just that I was born in such a bustling and noisy era-the drizzle falls with an umbrella to avoid it, and the idle flowers fall with a whistle to cover it-how can I appreciate such a unique interest?

However, these eternal feelings are gone. I can't help asking: why do superior conditions hurt us? I can only say yes, but not all. Because interest is so personal, TV entertainment can't control your feelings and thoughts unless you are willing to be its slave.

So I saw the most unpleasant picture: people stretched out their hands and were willing to be handcuffed by vulgarity, with happy smiles on their faces. I probably shouldn't be shocked. Yes, when love and hate are casually and naked, the liquid is just a rose sent by SMS, and which woman is willing and ashamed to smell green plum? When the jungle of reinforced concrete becomes the whole of our life, every second can be measured by benefits. Who wants to shoot the railing all over?

Thank you, thank you for precipitating loneliness for thousands of years, and let me smile quietly. I wish this loneliness, not that I am the only one with a taste.