Life is not only about the present, but also about poetry and distant fields.
The city is like a cage welded with steel and iron bones, imprisoning our bodies and minds, imprisoning our minds, and imprisoning our souls. Every day from nine to five, we may already be sleepy, but forced by livelihood, we are willing or unwilling to continue to walk day after day in this fixed and repetitive rhythm, this road may have no end, and for most people, this can only be helpless and secretly live.
We who live in difficult situations also want to look out through the thick wall tiles and the glass that prevents the breeze from drifting, whether there are dreams that we pursue and yearn for in the distant line of heaven and earth. The helplessness of dreams and reality surrounds the heart all the time, wanting to go out, but dare not fight with the shackles that are trapped in their bodies.
We may think that when we are young, we will work harder, earn more economic foundations, and when we are old, we will enjoy the poetry and the sweetness of the distance. However, in such a high-intensity toil and hardship, how much of our unexpended health and energy to go far away when we are old. At that time, our dream of walking far away may only have a sigh and helplessness.
7 Perhaps Gao Xiaosong is right, "Life is not only about the present, but also about poetry and distant fields." "We long for free flight, for towering and steep peaks, for clear and rushing water, for lush woods, for the rippling sea. We often fantasize that a backpack, a camera, a bicycle, a guitar, just walk in the mountains, walk in the flow of water and white clouds, walk through the endless crowds, to the beautiful and yearning dream paradise.
We crave too much, but the body and mind can't go far. Such a dim day makes us more and more confused, unable to see the road ahead, we are gradually lost in the fog, gradually do not know where the road ahead begins, and gradually we can no longer find the road to poetry and far away.
In fact, we are always on the road. The heart road has been moving forward, we have been growing, the mountains and the sea, the grass and the flowers, as long as we have a distant heart, the road is ahead.
Poetry and far away, it is actually not far away, idle to brew a pot of tea, look at the tea fragrance overflowing, tasting tea moisturizing the body and mind, the distant and long-lasting sweet nectar, nourishing the sleepy and confused soul, the peace of mind, is the poem and the distance.
Or listen to a piece of music that you like but haven't heard for a long time, lie on the bed gently, listen to the beautiful melody swirling in your ears, slowly swim into the body, swim into the mind, swim into the mind, the comfort of that moment, isn't it also the poem and the distance.
Or, go outside, come to nature, find the green and tall ancient tree to sit down, do nothing, just sit quietly, feel the breeze of nature gently brushing your cheeks, feel the fragrance of nature slightly touch the bottom of the heart, the peace, comfort, tranquility of the state of mind, but it is not the poem and the distance.
Or casually flip through a page of the book, let the mind soar in the sea of books, swim in the ocean of knowledge, touch the deep washing brought about by the words that have been passed down through the ages, and exude the charm of dreams and youth in that chapter and sentence.
"Life must be full of joy, do not make the golden bottle empty to the moon", perhaps like the ancients in time to enjoy will make us live more freely. "There is wine in this day, drunk in this day, and sorrow again tomorrow" may be regarded as a plaything, but for the general public in reality, there is nothing wrong with such timely pleasure, at least it allows us to steal the floating half-day leisure when we are physically and mentally tired, and in that short time, enjoy the peace and leisure of that moment, and feel the poetry and distance that we yearn for in our hearts.
Because it is not far away, it is in our hearts, on the way forward in our will and mind. On the road, there is the pleasant fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of green grass, the calm and leisure of the calm and tranquility, and the poetic and ethereal vista.
Life is not only about the immediate quirks, but also about poetry and distant fields. (Author: Fei Xue Fluttering)