Author 2013Wang Xin of the Yingyuan Academy
Dense ink
“The copper-colored waves are rising slowly, and the entire river is integrated into the exciting flames at this moment. The valley is filled with hazy air currents, filling, rotating, and dancing. Balls of red color leaping, roaring and singing softly. "I was reading Zhang Chengzhi's book recently, and I was deeply attracted by the majesty of the river in the north. The protagonist crossed the Yellow River twice, walked the Yongding River, and drank from the horses of Irtysh. Suddenly he thought that he was walking all his life. Only he had the source of the Yellow River and the forgotten memories of the broken earthen jars on the Qinghai Plateau. Only he knew how powerful, deep and magnificent the river in the north was. Every step he took on the land After a footprint was weathered, it was deeply imprinted in his heart. His walking painted a huge painting of "The River in the North" for him, but I never had the courage to walk. I always stopped here and waited for the memory to come to me.
The story of Sanmao owning the Sahara, Zhang Xiaofeng lamented that spring is a lie, Yu Qiuyu saw the snow in the sun and the blue clouds, Liu Yu bathed in the sunshine in the winter of Mauritius... Wang Guozhen said "familiar places have no scenery", why not go far away? Why not let all the colors, moods, breaths, and pictures fall into your eyes, even if they cannot last forever.
They go from here to there, they rush to distant places enthusiastically, create memories, and be carvers of life. Maybe sometimes we don’t need to complain about the dull scenery on the road of memory. Maybe we are too lazy to look for opportunities to create memories. They used their never-ending steps to string together a slide show of life, playing it in a colorful loop; they measured life with their steps and witnessed the colors with their eyes. Who can know how shocking it is, who can know how charming it is. Only true feelings and serious preservation can have such unique memories.
So, I said to myself, while I am still young, all the stories have not yet been formed, and the ending is still unknown, go walk and create memories! If I were asked to define walking again, I would say take life seriously, perceive every detail, and if there is no distance, then just remember the here and now. The trees are all in autumn, and the sun is setting every inch. The music of Huiyuan at dusk passes through my heart. Ginkgo leaves quietly cover a thick layer. The play of sparrows upstairs disturbs the nap of the red leaves. Looking at the woods from the second floor of the library, the monotonous colors fill the entire autumn, but it makes my mood colorful. It turns out that every inch of land can give you a leisurely state of mind, no matter when, where, what the mood and what the scene is, but we have not discovered the details and carved some unforgettable memories. If you compare life to an ink painting, maybe every step you take is a rich ink of life. Maybe you don’t have to travel through mountains and rivers, but every time you feel it with your heart, you will add a lot of ink to it.
Go far away, from boyhood to youth, from youth to old age, from stars to sunset.
Leave blank
It seems like we haven’t chatted for a long time. It seems like we haven’t written letters or sent postcards for a long time. It seems that we have forgotten the details of our night chats. It seems that we have forgotten how we fought for the quilt at night. It seems that everything is not so clear anymore...
People in the subway are hurried, and people in the street are hurried. Maybe you need to pause, maybe you can't keep walking, to recall something, and let your heart be quiet, like the quiet full moon in the noisy night.
I once thought that as long as one late night, as long as the surroundings were quiet, as long as I turned my head, those memories would come flooding back like a waterfall. However, I was too lazy to review and had already forgotten all the details, leaving only a vague phantom. The sweetness and sadness, encounter and separation of that moment were long gone.
They say that traditional Chinese painting pays attention to leaving white space in order to better set off the thick ink. So in life, is it necessary to leave some blank space and make some serious memories so that the thick ink will not fade away day by day? Xi Murong said that all moments are a kind of flawless beauty, so why not slowly grow old while looking back suddenly, and let the years be buried in the soil and turn into amber.
I want to be a woman who has peace of mind and quietly keeps her memories. No matter what the emotion is, I only know that my heart is slow and full, as if I am married to the happiness in my memories. I only know that the world is behind me. As long as I look back, one day I can say: I have never been careless, and I will remember everything.
The winds of the Shang Dynasty and the rain of the Tang Dynasty are too far away. Today, while I am still young, my years are like jade. At this time, I quietly greet the time from morning to dusk, pouring thick ink and quietly leaving blank.
While this body is still young, create and preserve
Dang, with gray hair on his temples, looks back and smiles.
