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Take books as friends, accompany for life

Mon, 23 Mar 2020 23:07:27 +0900

Book into my life, become my friend, is experienced a process, this process is from I just stepped into the society, that is, I went to the countryside as an educated youth at that time began. To be honest, in the face of strange and hard living conditions in the countryside, I am not a brave and courageous young man, nor a brave warrior. Because in the face of a blank sheet of life and future, I still don't know how to fill in it. Before I can fill in it, my destiny pushes me to a place. It's an option that I can't choose. It's an undecided decision. At that time, like my companions with the same fate, I had some apprehension and loneliness in my heart, although such apprehension and loneliness would be covered by the unique curiosity and inexplicable longing for fate of young people. In order to get a little consolation for my spirit, I took two books from home, which are the only books I can find at home: one is "Three Hundred Tang Poems" with yellow paper, which was printed earlier. One is Madame Bovary, written by French writer Francois Flaubert, whose paper turns yellow because of its poor material. At that time, these two books were listed as forbidden as "seal, capital and repair" books, which were left in a broken box by the family. Because these two books were rare at that time, I took them to the countryside as "treasures". Young people are always in excess of energy and time. After a day's hard work, there is always a long blank to fill, and there is always a kind of boredom to kill. At this time, I will take out these two books to read: there is no solemnity and piety in attitude, no carefulness and seriousness in action, just a pastime of time, just a spiritual roaming. But I found that these two books had a subtle effect on me, deeply affecting me, because I have feelings for both books, which is just like feelings for people, because I have a kind of attachment belief psychology for these two books, which has been maintained until now. Now, I still have these two books on my bookshelf. I often take them down, turn them over and rub them. Although these two books do not have a kind of enlightenment significance to me, they deflected my life to the direction of literature. Although I did not embark on the road of literature, but I have a little look forward to this aspect. If these two books are compared to my first friends, they should belong to my literary friends. Later, with the lifting of the taboo of reading, I read more books. Although each book is helpful to open a book, it can not be regarded as a friend. Friends must bring something to life, or change something - that is to say, friends affect life. I don't know whether it's due to the spiritual inheritance of the Chinese people, or the cultural lineage, or the centripetal force of this land and this soil in the dark, which forces me to consciously or unconsciously approach the other two books: The Analects of Confucius and the Tao Te Ching of Laozi. My wandering and exploration stopped here. Confucius' understanding and wisdom, Laozi's detachment and free and easy, have brought some warmth to my spiritual world. My soul has been ironed here, and my humanity has been molded here

春夏秋冬复新，现实世界重度

Mon, 23 Mar 2020 23:06:19 +0900

春天开了花，夏天就火了，秋天成了叶，冬天是雪花，时间改变了风景，时间改不了风云，时间成了作品。

春天从泥土中展开了翅膀，自然领悟到了力量，绿先抽出了灯笼，挂满了胭脂江山，一树树青龙舞春花，一地地贵彩抹春酒，春天从田野吹了竹箫，桃花从山水奏了琴弦，累累三月旖旎四月，出色二月度走五月天。

夏天携带了繁星行走世界，艺术体会到了内涵，浓淡初绽放彩虹，深浅互递了烟火，推开了盛开的镰刀，一城城红红火火的夏月，一路路文采斐然的夏墨，夏天在云端里敲打窗口，蒲公英旅程中繁华潮水，悄悄六月静静七月，野野五月怀揣了八月河。

秋天装了意境铺满现实，美学感受到了逻辑，江海最早抵达了境界，桥岸最富拥有了才华，一段段故事穿梭的楼房，一节节经历创作的阶梯，秋天在眼眸中意义反应，金子在有趣里生龙活虎，喜喜九月燃燃十月，实实八月闪烁了慧声。

冬天奔赴了红联收获聚散，生活降临了人生天地，清欢最有作品，粗茶最是懂得，忙闲自有现象，一波波理想的步伐，一起起往返的归途，冬天在年岁的末梢中挑眉，喜悦在团聚的时光中待暖，平平的十二月悠悠的一月，寸寸十一月登上了长久的循环交织。

春天又来，夏天就到，秋天还在，冬天又成结。春天会一直开不完桃花，夏天会永远开不衰蒲公英，秋天会不停输出金子，冬天会不断取出喜悦。

春夏秋冬复自然，生活人生重现实，东南西北是屋檐，风生水起成建筑。

一生犹如工程一世仿佛城楼，指尖的春夏秋冬，心安的天上人间。

彩虹时间，一帆四季

Mon, 23 Mar 2020 23:00:14 +0900

三月的春柳敲鼓，春燕织织。六月的夏荷舞文，夏萤旅行。九月的秋叶穿梭，秋香赏月。一月的冬梅报屋檐，冬雪珊珊。

四季美自然的艺术，时间留艺术的脚步，坐拥时光的田野，展开人生的视域，风吹岁月的额角，云拍记忆的金尾，花开掌心的繁星，泥土张出经历的藤蔓。

有声声的世界有汪洋的浪沙，有累累的果实有月光的酒窝，有节节的芝麻有山水的楼台，有一眼心仪的港湾有一心弹奏的琴扬，有一眸画境的悠悠有一怀叮咚风筝的水墨。

四月春成百态烟火，七月夏是千里经典，十月秋到纵横城相，十二月的冬逢归途人。

若春天是往事的客，那春天也还在今天的位置继续成为意义，若夏天已是昨天的方向，那夏天也还会来现在的世界接着成就财富，若秋天是以前的小径，那秋天也终将在如今的路上展翅高飞，若冬天是回眸里的常青树，那冬天必将在当下的路口留住归期。

春天依旧是指尖的力量削铁如泥，夏天依然是掌中的灯耀眼万分，秋天照旧是心尖的蝴蝶玉石，冬天照样是心房的柴米油盐。

春送走了长途的漫漫，夏迎来了距离的作品，秋抵达了高山流水，冬邂逅了浪漫行动。

你是那春天就要出远门的人，你是那夏天还在路上的行者，你是那秋天还在拐角处的作者，你是那冬天还在奔赴里的发现人。

或者春天的时候，你在忙闲的节奏里将春天送给了价值的钻石。或者夏天的时候，你在悲欢的步伐里将夏天领进了宝藏的聚散。或者秋天，你正好在追求理想的锋芒，而境遇最先降临了品味。或者冬天，你正好在解读魅力的源泉，而情思最早攀登了王国的高峰。

许是慧眼看见了现实的两端，许是心灵开采了生活的两岸，许是是精气神翻阅了人生的楼海，许是灵感叩响了眷眷书门。

也许春天即是始终的最美程，也许夏天即是向左向右的最好十里，也许秋天是闪电的苗子，也许冬天是红火的诗集。

二月春新，七月夏灿，八月秋浓，十一月冬清。

笑观时间的四大使者更换时针，淡看空间的十二天使轮番戏天。

正值春夏秋冬风华正茂，哪管彩虹是否风雨后，正是现实人生得志时，哪管时间曾经难为帆。