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This collection contains more than 80 essays on idle essays, most of which have been published in newspapers and periodicals at all levels. It is divided into seven parts: slow, taste, quiet, reading, wild, leisure, and enjoyment. Taste is high, is the style, but more is an attitude, a way of life, in the noisy and turbulent fast-paced era, how to slowly live quietly taste, not only petty bourgeois mood, has been the public's pursuit of the way of life. The book comprehensively presents the taste of the author's life and the taste of his ideal life, as well as the multifaceted exploration of taste. Taste is not abstract, in the end, it is actually a way of living. And the living method, every moment, hands and feet, bit by bit shows the level of taste, the taste of elegance, different tastes composed of colorful, qinming bookish life taste, and its rich and fulfilling spiritual world. It can be said that this is a modern leisure taste book with rich content and elegant taste, which is suitable for the public to read.
About the Author:
Jingzi: A member of the Shanxi Provincial Writers Association, she has published essays in publications such as "Chinese Railway Literature and Art", "Sunshine", "Prose Hundred Families", "Shanxi Literature", "Shandong Literature", "Times Literature", "Yellow River", "Fujian Literature", "Readers", "Yanhe", "Xiamen Literature", "Metropolis", "Foshan Literature and Art", "Yuhua", "Northern Literature", "Macao Literature", "Yellow River Literature", "Rushing Stream", "Yalu River", "Coconut City" and other publications. The essay "The Story of the Earth" won the Fujian Literature Wudian City Prose Nomination Award, and the essay "Village History" won the Second Cai Wenji Literature Award.
Introduction: This collection contains more than 80 essays, most of which have been published in newspapers and periodicals at all levels. It is divided into six parts: Slow Life, Taste, Taste Quiet, Taste Reading, Taste Wild, Taste Leisure, Tasting, Tasting, tasting, which comprehensively shows the author's style taste of slow life and the taste in his ideal life, as well as the exploration of taste. Taste is not abstract, in the end, it is actually a way of living. And the living method, every moment, raises its hands and feet, bit by bit, all show the level of taste. Taste of elegance, different tastes constitute a colorful, piano and bookish taste of life. It is a modern casual taste book.
My slow life is quietly savored
Shizuko, famous and nameless, xijing, miyu, calm.
In the year of confusion, it is still confused. But knowing the Mandate of Heaven and the Heavenly Dao, Shun Tian should be appointed. Cultivation, taste, life, fun, leisurely. Enough is enough. Qinqi calligraphy and painting poetry hop tea, all kinds of love to nourish people. Noble and elegant, through the ancient and modern, all in the book, willing to follow in the footsteps. Ya I wish, but who can completely get away with it? No Walden Lake, no flower garden, four thousand books, not far away, less interaction, non-hermit, hidden nothing, scattered. He loves the old way, loves the study of mysteries, and does useless kung fu. Leisure to learn the I Ching, through the six masters of gossip, fine plum blossoms easy to count. After graduating from university, he worked in education, business, editing, forecasting, advertising business, etc., and now he is a scattered person, no desire and no hope, but no desire, no rigidity, and corruption. Newspapers and magazines have published poems, published poetry and prose, Datong culture and other broken books, and are collected by the Datong Local Archives. It's a thing of the past, and I don't want to talk about it.
Now scattered in Datong, nothing, has been for the wine bun tea bags, after tasting tea and drinking, happy to go, love, but also mention the pen nonsense, not for chai rice oil and salt, nor for bees to attract butterflies, hehe. It is difficult to be idle, it is even more difficult to be calm, and it will never reach the height of my Buddha, because I can't put it down, and I can't move. In the face of poetry, I was speechless and ashamed, and when I wrote "Buried Poetry", I did not dare to chant poetry. Poetry is the jewel in the crown of literature. Nowadays, the so-called return line poem, do not dare to read, afraid of fainting. Good poetry still likes to read, cleanse the soul. Advent posting, writing and writing, self-engraving seals, books and can not, this is not calligraphy, writing mood, just enjoying the heart, priceless and qualitative, there is a reason to collect, no reason to self-destruct; often buy books, often read, read and forget, remember what is used, use useless; wandering between The Buddha, Taoism, do not burn incense, can not be skilled, or have and do not use, do some good deeds, and eventually return to the world to externalize people. Since 2009, I have returned to pick up my pen and occasionally published some essays in newspapers and magazines, not in a colorful way, thanks to the editors who do not give up. There are selected essays. Many essays have been included in the "China Fine Literary and Art Works Periodical Library" sponsored by the Ministry of Education of the People's Republic of China and Tsinghua University. Write quietly about you, originally nameless, by yourself. Whoever knows me, why should he speak, and why should he who does not know me speak? In ordinary life, he is not good at social interaction, has fewer friends, and knows less friends. If you want to write, write a little, if you don't want to write, you don't write. It doesn't matter, just play, enjoy yourself. Teacher Zhang Shishan commented on my prose: the composure of writing, the removal of fire, the return to plainness and the ability to see the power. Brother Lu Shunmin commented on my words: That is, the monk is too angry. He looked at me again and smiled: False monk. I said: True Daoist also, Daoist Shizuko. Brother Wang Baozhong commented on my words: Shizuko is a crop in the city, exuding the atmosphere of the old field and the atmosphere of the old countryside that are increasingly unfamiliar to us. He milked the memories and gave himself a drink. He relied on backward memories to propel forward literature. Mr. Yan Deliang, the famous editor, commented on my text: Shizuko is so hidden. The poet and publisher Mughal commented on my rural prose: It should be said that you are a mature and talented author, and reading your words sometimes reminds me of Xiao Hong's "The Legend of Hulan River". Brother Xue Yong laughed at my words: There are fireworks. The pattern is getting bigger and bigger, and the faster and more delicate the brushstrokes. I am a man in the fireworks, I want to be elegant and vulgar, and I want to be vulgar. I comment on my text: Jing. Calling them brothers, not bigger than me, is regarded as brothers. Also counted as a member of the Chinese Essayists Association, a member of the Datong Writers Association, let nature take its course, do not seek progress, cloth white ding, willing to die old and dead Mulberry Field Li Xia, self-proclaimed Yun Zhongshanren, alias Shizuko Daoist, real name almost forget, hehe, play only.
Under the curtain, wait for the flowers to bloom, and do not open at will. Today I am not me, tomorrow who am I? Everything is like a floating cloud to me, and it is fleeting. As long as you play calmly and play with fun, why care about fame and fortune. Nobody, not worth mentioning, success or failure is not enough, ancient and modern can not be mentioned, strong is not as good as people, what is the old? Indifferent and indifferent, no phase and no phase. Still quiet and good. Why bother, oh, eat tea and go.
Slow life
Grinding time
Time is fluid and solidified.
The flowing time, the front does not see the head, the back does not see the tail, endless, do not know where to flow. Relatively speaking, rivers have become streams, the sea is like a lake, and people are just spectators by the river, leaving in vain to sigh: "The deceased is like a sif." ”
Frozen only for a moment, like waving a fluttering yellow handkerchief, pressing the shutter, the camera is frozen in a certain moment. More like amber, stored in a corner of memory, allowing time to slowly polish, the wings of the bees condensed inside, maintaining a posture, always so transparent and bright.
Even if it is not as good as the wind and the fragrance of flowers, you can also take a handful and taste a certain taste. Time is sometimes invisible, colorless, tasteless, and although it flows like water, stretch out your fingers, unintentionally, intentionally, you may not be able to see how time flows through your fingers, without a little feeling, let alone aftertaste. Only by tasting in the fine grinding can you feel the slow flow of time, and fully appreciate the smoothness of time, the shining of time, and the beauty of time.
Grinding time is not only a kind of idleness, it is the so-called idle will, and leisure is more elegant, or elegant. To be precise, it is more vivid and vivid like reading a good book, admiring a famous painting, listening to a beautiful and beautiful music, or even drinking a pot of fine wine and tasting a cup of good tea. Because in the grinding, not only the coffee is grinded, but also ourselves, our mood, our years and time, but also carefully grinding together, there is really a kind of ancient literati ink painting meaning Yaxing, at least some of the same magic. On the famous stone like a child's face, circle by circle, leisurely and slowly grinding the pine smoke ink block, the clear water, gradually thickened, with ink meaning, black and bright and deep. In the rotation and grinding, the floating mood gradually returned to flat, and the ink inadvertently brewed up flowed in the heart with the quiet time. This feeling is very similar to the feeling I felt when I grinded coffee, as if it were present. Many times, when grinding coffee, I feel that it is more appropriate to say that it is more appropriate to say that it is more appropriate to say that I am grinding coffee than in grinding time.
I like coffee, but I don't like instant ones. Sometimes I wonder, are we really that busy, is it necessary to be that busy? If you are so busy that you don't even have time to grind, what is it called life, even the ego is gone, and what is the meaning of living. Life is in need of quality, the quality of life is all in the process, "it is possible to die in the morning", but it is angry words that hate iron and steel, and it is not true. Confucius also sighed at Yan Hui's short life. I don't like to drink it in a hurry with three bites and two mouthfuls, and the eight precepts of the pig eat the same as the fruit of life, swallow the dates, and can't taste a taste. I have a set of exquisite European-style grinding coffee making utensils, clean and beautiful. On a quiet and leisurely morning, naturally it can also be the afternoon, the sun sprinkles slowly on the curtains, crawling through the gaps, and the light flows soothingly on the body at any time, wave after wave, as if a pair of gentle hands are massaging. Casually sitting on a casual leather couch, digging a few spoonfuls of pure coffee beans from a sealed glass jar, or Blue Mountain, or Columbia, even if it is a rough old babu, gently poured into the milky white grinding plate, holding the wooden rocker, circle by circle, slowly grinding, accompanied by the sound of cracking beans, a mellow coffee smell, gently, faintly wafting in, without a trace of mist. This taste, much like the taste of soybeans or barley on a small gray stone mill, is jerky, pure, and natural. Expect to drink as much as you want, grind as much, never grind more, and leave it for the next time to enjoy grinding. The ground coffee beans, especially bright and moist in color, are like the first time they have been ground unsiefted flour, lying in a small wooden drawer under the funnel. Then, unscrew the hot-jet self-filtering stainless steel coffee pot, fill the grated coffee beans with a mesh-like round groove, flatten and tighten. Light the alcohol lamp under the pot, quietly wait for the water at the bottom of the pot to boil, erupt, penetrate the coffee layer in the tank, dissolve and absorb, the rich coffee stays at the upper end of the pot, pouring out a cup of fragrant original coffee, shining bronze in the ivory Taiwanese coffee cup, as if the clear and deep dragon pond. The steam that rises, the smoke swirls and rises, and the original taste is particularly charming. The rim of the cup is close to the lips, taste shallowly, bitter, there is a scorched smell, a fine aftertaste, there is no taste, mellow aroma gradually infiltrated the tongue. Before drinking, it is best to rinse the mouth with warm water, the feeling on the tip of the tongue will be more sensitive. After that, according to personal taste, add sugar, add milk, take the unexplored steel special-shaped stirring rod, momentarily and slowly stirring, the golden sparkling vortex rises with the stirring, getting bigger and bigger, the color becomes golden brown, circle by circle, slowly dispersed, returning to calm. At this time, you can enjoy it leisurely and carefully. A different stream of heat, from the throat to the surrounding body, the body will be comfortable, the spirit up, there is a feeling of warm sunshine on the slope of the winter sun.
The process of grinding and boiling is tedious and slow, but it is even more enjoyable.
Therefore, grinding coffee, not only to have plenty of time, can be sprinkled at will, but also need a quiet mood, elegant character, especially the profound humble quality, is not much simpler than meditation. In this sense, grinding coffee, that is, grinding time, has nothing to do with utilitarianism, and even the vassal style is not talked about, it is definitely a process of enjoyment, not the pursuit of a result, there will be no great joy and sorrow, will not overturn the balance of gain and loss, just enjoy the time in the grinding slowly flowing. This kind of enjoyment is physiologically sensual, but also spiritual. In the consumption of time, taste the meaning of life, feel the flow of life, fully embody a idle word, idle and chatty, idle and elegant, it is much more elegant than poetry and painting, closer to the original meaning of life.
Grinding time, you don't have to lament the rush of time. It is like a white colt crossing the gap, appreciating is the moment when the white colt crosses the gap, that posture, that interest, that process, perhaps, this is life, only to enjoy life, as the ancients said: "Rich and noble have no heart, idle is the first." "In fact, life is originally a process, the result is natural, and there is no need to deliberately pursue." Moreover, the final result we have seen does not have much meaning, but seems desolate and heavy.
In this way, "an inch of time and an inch of gold" is indeed the vision of a businessman, but it is a bit short-sighted or tacky. Once the purpose is to pursue results, the desire is not reached, and pain and sorrow follow, the pleasure of the process will not be enjoyed, and the original intention of creation will be lost. Eating and drinking, the most basic is to live, but people live, but it is to live better. Soothing, fluid, like time, this is an ideal state of life. The sun, the moon, the mountains, the flowing water, these visible things, are just the foil of life, only time, invisible time, time that slowly passes in the grind, is the original meaning of life, the source. And people's endless pursuit of materialistic desires that can never be satisfied, and give up the joy of life, putting the cart before the horse, that is the saddest.
Only when we go to a certain stage and look back, we know that the original time is not as golden as gold, and it is even more unstoppable, only fine grinding, like grinding coffee, in the grinding has obviously increased the length of time, increased the thickness of life, life will be colorful, thick and thick. Like the sun of the day, the moon of the night, slowly and naturally rotating, we can't even see her rise and fall, can't see her walking, but she illuminates the world, warm, beautiful.
The beauty of grinding is really a process, a process of enjoyment, more idyllic, more relaxed, and more enjoyable than the artist creating a work, such as calligraphy and painting, such as carving. What the soul experiences is a gentle spring breeze, like the sunshine, or a feeling that flows through the time, gentle, elegant, if there is none, like an aftertaste, and it seems to be happening, a wonderful feeling. This is grinding time, that is, the most comfortable life, leisurely and leisurely, I like it.