1, rainy night
One spring night, it rained continuously. I had supper and stood at the window watching the rain. There are no pedestrians in the street, only cars are still passing by. Walking past a tree, there were no birds singing on the treetops, only the sound of rain. The night is quiet, so quiet that I can hear my heartbeat.
Suddenly, a loud Lei Zhen pierced the sky, followed by a downpour. The rain beat on the window, making a clear sound. I was shocked and remembered a passage I once read in Yu's works: life is like a heavy rain, sometimes it needs to be avoided, but more often it needs to be faced.
I recall my own experience. Aren't those pains and setbacks like this sudden heavy rain? However, through these experiences, I have also grown and made progress. Just like a tree standing in the wind and rain, I also found my strength in this heavy rain.
The rain stopped. I went to the window and opened it. Fresh air is blowing on my face. The streets are filled with the fragrance of the earth, and everything looks so fresh and full of vitality. On this rainy night, I feel the strength and hope of life.
Step 2 live in the mountains
In Yu's pen, I have read such a description: living in the mountains is like a poem, and every leaf is a poem. This summer, I decided to live in the mountains for a while and experience this poetic life.
I came to the foot of the mountain and saw those winding mountain roads and dense forests, and my heart was full of expectations. I rented a small house with rice fields in front and green hills behind. Every morning, I will be awakened by the songs of birds; At night, I will fall asleep in the sound of insects.
I live a simple life here. I read, write, walk, and learn to fish and cook. I feel the gift of nature and enjoy a life without competition. Here, I saw the diligence and tenacity of farmers; I also saw the magnificence and precipitousness of the mountains and rivers.
Living in the mountains made me realize the other side of my life. Here, I learned to cherish, to be grateful and to be humble. I realize that life is not only the pursuit of fame and material satisfaction, but also the pursuit of inner peace and spiritual growth.
On the day I left the mountain house, I didn't have any regrets or nostalgia. Because I know everything here will stay in my memory and become a part of my life.
3. A trip to the ancient city
In Yu's prose, I once read such a description: the ancient city is the memory of an era and the history of a nation. I decided to travel to some ancient cities and feel these traces of history for myself.
Coming to Pingyao ancient city, walking on antique streets seems to have crossed into ancient times. I saw those ancient buildings, temples and city walls and felt the wisdom and talent of the ancient people. Here, I seem to hear the laughter and crying of the ancients and feel their culture and customs.
Everything in the ancient city is so mysterious and charming. I read the vicissitudes and changes of history here; I saw those who were once brilliant and now silent; I also felt the legendary stories of those former men of the hour and heroes.
The trip to the ancient city gave me a deeper understanding of history. I realized that history is not just words in books, but also a part of our lives. We need to learn wisdom and experience from history to provide reference and enlightenment for future development.
I don't regret leaving my hometown on the day I left the ancient cities, because I know that these ancient cities have been deeply imprinted in my heart and become a part of my life.
4. Cultural journey
In Yu's pen, I have read such a description: the cultural journey is a spiritual journey to explore human civilization. I decided to embark on this cultural journey to explore the profound treasures of civilization.
When I came to Egypt, I saw the towering pyramids and felt the mystery and glory of ancient Egyptian civilization. When I came to Greece, I saw the ancient ruins and felt the freedom and agility of ancient Greek civilization. I came to China, saw the ancient Silk Road, and felt the prosperity and glory of ancient civilization in China.
Cultural journey is a journey full of exploration and discovery. Here I have seen the rise and fall of human civilization, the blending and conflict of various cultures, and the pursuit and yearning of human spirit. This trip made me more deeply aware of the diversity and inclusiveness of culture, and also made me cherish our own cultural traditions and historical heritage.
I have no regrets or nostalgia on the day I left the cultural journey, because I know that these civilizations have been deeply imprinted in my heart and become a part of my life. I will embark on a new journey and explore a broader spiritual world with these precious experiences and insights.
5. Poetry in the rain at night
After many years, hiding in the crumpled city and living in a hurry, I still often recall that night many years ago. It is also a man who woke up in the middle of the night because of insomnia, but unexpectedly appreciated the poetry of nature, in the sour night rain.
Many poets like to get up in the middle of the night, and I have done so, but mostly for writing poems. This night is completely different. There are twenty years between my bed and the window. The bed is like a boat, stranded in the stream of time, let me listen to the rain outside the window quietly.
My building is adjacent to the street. The rain in the middle of the night should not be too heavy or too slow, but should echo the ticking of the clock. It's really funny if you don't think about anything in this sound environment; If you think about why it rains, it will be too painful. Fortunately, I don't think about anything, just like a doormat shining gradually in indifferent listening.
Glowing is not light, insomnia in the middle of the night, taking out memories and basking in the sun. There is a street lamp not far behind the shadow of the building, which shines dimly in front of the building and on the avenue, just like ancient literati washing pens by the water. I heard my figure hanging in the shadow of the building, just like the ancients said, I was inseparable. In fact, this is not a shadow wandering, but time wandering.
Looking back on the rainy night after twenty years, I still believe that it was the scenery on the journey. Just as I have written about the waterside scenery in many articles, I finally understand that there is no trace of water. Just like this passage I wrote when I sat at the window at sunset, I still want to write it like this, knowing that it can't be a review of running water or the beginning of falling flowers.
So I didn't take the initiative to choose rainy night as the object of writing? Come into this world passively like a baby? Just like the passive dynasty change in history? So what are these 20 years for? The uneven level of croaking sounded in my ears again, as if someone were playing simple music at random.
The rainy night is still unhurried. I still keep my eyes open in the mosquito net, just like a poor ancient man guarding a lonely lamp. Insomnia in the middle of the night meets ancient poems. I want to relive the ancient people's perception of life and try to find my own perception of life.