New Year's Day chanting, surfing, ballet, bungee jumping ~ soaring

On New Year's Day, the world wakes up in front of a blue, and the morning sun is surprisingly pleasant.

New Year's Day ~ ~ is the New Year's mood, the magnificent symphony overture; the door of time opens again;

See the world again in the early morning;

It is a symbolic moment of a new beginning.

Throw away expired aspirin;

Replace with a new wall calendar, open a thin calendar, one-dimensional time will soon become tomorrow, history, and there will always be an unexpected activity of gray rhinos and black swans.

Wear a red ski jacket that costs 259 yuan for a discount of 259 yuan to match the mood and festival.

The stars shift and the seasons change. The cycle is also meaningful, like chasing the footsteps of the years, waiting for the mist spring on the branches of the plane treetops.

Is it to obey the call of fate? The bird of paradise flew back before me again....

The phone's Bluetooth is connected to the stereo, and the melody of the music slowly comes out, filling the quiet winter room.

That moment resonated with people, there was a sense of intuitive commonality, the soul was at peace, and it was necessary to slowly realize, which would open a bigger door in the spiritual field.

From Yu Kuizhi's "Love Grudge", to Stringer Rile's "Mountain Song Is Like Spring River Water", the japanese drama "Tokyo Love Story" theme song, from Li Zongyi's "Xiaoyaojin", Lin Meimei's "Spring of the Northern Kingdom"...

He became obsessed with Karajan's third, fifth, sixth and ninth symphonies conducted by Beethoven. A series of piano concertos by Bandera. And the theme song of the opening ceremony of the World Cup in France, which is full of South American style, heroic and cheerful.

There are many gaps in life, from which joy and melancholy music are brought.

When I first began to listen to Karajan's conductor Beethoven, the Ninth Symphony actually heard it ~ ~ The charge trumpet is also from the master's score. The melody of "Ode to the Red Flag" also has the sound of the rumble of a tricycle more than two hundred years ago, in the twilight of Vienna's night lights.

Beethoven once wrote the last song "Please accept, my loved one, accept my song.") The composer felt all the sorrow for not being able to play the melodies he had written for his sweetheart. Despite the enthusiastic investigation by experts, people still do not know, who is this young lady?

The Fifth Symphony originally had no title, and Beethoven said: It was fate that knocked at the door. "Destiny" was added by later generations. There should be this.

The Symphony of Destiny is grand, imposing, rigorously structured, and completed in one go. Probably a favorite of Beethoven fans in the world!

Some people lamented that after their death, they would use this symphony to accompany the long sleep.

But it was replied by god in the comment area: No! It's uh-huh....

I stood, and a pious sense of longing came over me. Looking at the colorful and silent bird of paradise on the table with the small stereo.... The sound of the keys of Bandrey's "First Snow", as bright as the moonlight, slowly poured out, causing Wangan to think....

Our city streets and roads are like rivers on the plains of the earth. The century-old history of South Shaanxi Road flashed in an instant. Under the ancient archway of the vicissitudes of Bugaoli, the elderly French tourists are visiting the Shikumen Lane, using their sixth senses to find the old atmosphere of the French Concession in the 1930s.

The black lacquered iron fence of the Ming Fu Library is covered with holly green leaves, and the old-school style is still the same.

In the long winter, is the book you borrowed still there?

The growth and fall of sycamore leaves, a common scene seen in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The zebra crossing is like the white slabs of a bridge over a river. Neighbors walked across the "bridge" from Huangpu District to Xuhui District at the other end of the road. Grocery shopping is busy.

My father once said that on this southwestern Shaanxi Road, at the door of our house, when the Taifeng Food Store was newly opened, it was already the old Mapi Golden Rong who came to the scene.

In the past few decades, it has only been necessary to visit the first Dapu Bridge Tunnel under the newly built Huangpu River. Countries of all colors, foreign prime ministers, prime ministers, ministers, and presidents, kings and emperors, travel here in big red flag cars.

In my disrespectful eyes, they are just carps swimming across the river in this "river".

This "river" goes south to the former real river ~ ~ and the landfill is changed to Zhaojiabang Road.

Chasing the sun, all the way to the west, is the suburban airport Hongqiao Airport.... It is possible to fly to ~~ there is the only prayer; the opposite point in Shanghai where I live— the other side of the earth.

Remember when I was a child, I was hazy, imagining the deep black hole mouth under my feet, if it was as the fairy tale said, straight, where would it lead to the world?

When we grew up a little, we realized that the earth we live on is oval and has no real geographical significance. I was amazed. So where else is under my feet, will it be the place where the foreigner with blue eyes and high nose stands, so who is upside down?

Until today, the two ultimates of the Earth's symmetry are known, called being: the opposite taping point.

We don't look in the mirror. In the mirror, we have two flapping ears, and on our own heads are the tipping points.

What is the implication or significance of geophysics (to the point of thumb) sociology or psychology? But at least it prompted me to feel something on New Year's Day, so that I could write this article.

These geophysical common sense also tell me that people standing on the opposite point think that they are not hanging upside down on the ground of the earth.

More than 70% of the earth is ocean, so the opposite point we stand on is not necessarily on land, or where humans can live on land.

And it just so happens that our opposite point in Shanghai is sarato, a small town in Uruguay, South America.

The first World Football Championship was held in Uruguay, and the hosts also won the championship. 90 years ago.

In Spanish football Barca club No. 9 centre-forward Suarez, is the Sarato. There are many statues of him in the small town, exaggerated and deformed images, so that tourists can't help but laugh when they see the statue of Suarez' rather characteristic personality.

And laughed at as "Su Ya" Over the years, he has had many anecdotes and jokes with his statues.

Last time, his statue was damaged by too much of a female fan's hug and moved away for repair. A card was left on the pedestal of the statue that read; I had gone to Messi's wedding and would be back soon.

If only I could do so; I would have boarded a plane across the vast ocean to the wild south of South America in the distance. Go to Colombia, to Garcia. Márquez's "Macondo", feel the mysterious "one hundred years of solitude" full of charm fantasy world... Or like the 29-year-old German youth von. Humboldt expedition to South America in 1799?

The marathon of fantasy, the wayward self, along the Pacific Ocean from the Chilean country of South America, more than 4,200 kilometers of national borders, starting at this end, all the way to show off, constantly sending circles of friends. Can the itinerary code on my phone help me prove it? From north to south – spanning thirty-eight latitudes. It has experienced savannah climate, tropical desert climate, alpine climate, Mediterranean climate, temperate marine climate, rainy broad-leaved forest and boreal grassland climate... Seven endless stories, seven rhythmic poems, colorful paintings, seven-fold plays?

I didn't have a sense of ceremony to understand and break into ~ ~ These seven acts have oceans, deserts, and grasslands? A natural stage for glaciers and island scenes?

Either the hot one is terrible ~ ~ really want to peel off the skin of the body, like a dog in the back of the shadow of the breathing thick; or cold to die ~ ~ lost all the ability to think, like a spinning wooden top?. That's why humans have to invent the all-climate fighter; the all-climate robot. I'm an all-climate fool. No wonder the headlines on my smartphone gave me a name: Learn melon!

After walking so far, how many Pinduoduo points can be exchanged back! Do the math?

How do you say in English, Santiago, the capital of the "Land of The End of the World", the snow-capped mountains of the Andes, and Tierra del Fuego? Tired of salmon, jokklore, meat pie? How to print the map of the country?

On the southernmost coast of Chile, the beaches of the Pacific Coast, passing by enthusiastic young Chilean beauties, making the hormones in their bodies dance like waltzes, and cold beer can not extinguish the red flame?

The erotic anecdotes that are provoked are either held by the local police, or the story synopsis is sold to the film company, or it is envied through the ages, or it has never happened at all....

He is also the winner of the Bell Prize for Literature and the famous Chilean poet Pablo. Verses of Neruda;

I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared.

You listen to me from a distance, but my voice cannot touch you.

An unprovoked preference, full of martyrdom enthusiasm, led me to explore the Amazon rainforest in Brazil – just to make headlines. The wild Amazon rainforest, the primeval forest thicker than the beard of the musician Brahms, and the wind and grass in the darkest parts of the tree paths frightened me to the rush of adrenaline. However, just like Li Yuhe sang in the model play: crushing the body and breaking the bones is also sweet.

Will it make the beasts of the primordial rainforest; the revelation of Animal World; let's say ~ ~ ~ catch myself when I don't know.

When they nibbled on my meat, they didn't even look at whether the health code was green, didn't consider roasting, and didn't think of adding some spices or the like. Maybe even take my two thigh bones and knock and play with it...

Then head to Sarato, Uruguay, and after admiring the statue of Suarez, go to the hot springs. The many hot springs there have characteristics of South America. Lying comfortably and comfortably in the gentle water like a happy dopamine, humming Xipi Erhuang freely; looking at the distant horizon that has lost everything, and looking at the warm spring water in the pool, I wonder if this hot spring is from the opposite point of the earth - the Huangpu River in Shanghai leaks water and penetrates the core of the earth to here. No wonder it is still preserved in the Ruijin Hotel, the oldest freshwater well in Shanghai, the winding path through the seclusion, the fragrance of lamei overflowing. The chicken claw maple tree is set against the best autumn leaves of the season, the simple and unpretentious ancient well is lonely and lonely, turning the rudder of history and recording the meaning of the years, the well rope remains in the past, but there is even a drop of water stain in the mouth of the small well, and the pitiful is difficult to find, and it has slipped away, where did the water once flow?

I will certainly think of what I am doing at my feet: the opposite point; Shanghai, the group of people I love the most, are also incubating in the warm sunshine in the winter, standing there idly, or sitting, leisurely living an ordinary life...

How I wanted to leave everything behind and go out and see the world!

Balzac said: "I am an expert in crushing all obstacles.

And I don't know how many obstacles there are, so that my ultimate long-cherished wish will only become an eternal dream.

Forget it! Or take a big map of the world, like Marcel Jr. looking at the train schedule, imagining the exotic scenery and gorgeous scenery of the earth...

Traceability from it, the road is obstructed and right.

Tracing from it is like swimming in the water.

This "river" comes and goes with vehicles like sails and boats, and passers-by are like birds flying over geese. There are no weeping shore willows, and the green shade of the sycamores is always mottled.

On the night of the Yellow Plum Season in Jiangnan, the raindrops wash the verdant leaves, and the water drops drop down one by one, and the breath of the water fills with it. All the ups and downs are smoothed out, the edges and corners of the world are faded, and everything is lost in a fog. It seems to unfold in an ethereal Zen guzheng, in a slow and delicate phoneme. At night, this old town of Shanghai is particularly quiet and stagnant.

The British have a proverb;

On the big clock of time,

There were only two words – now

New Year's Day 2022 now;

~~Psychological time travel,

In front of the window sill, a cup of tea,

Sip when the sun rises....

The Ninth Symphony, with karajan's baton and the dull accent of the cello in the bass zone, swirled around the morning room, alarming the wings of the bird of paradise, which fluttered slightly like the master's magical fingers. Flutes speak softly, trumpets are brisk, and their characteristic sound quality and melody are gradually unfolded.

This will be my unforgettable ~ ~ British crown poet Wordsworth called "frozen in time".

Music, books and alcohol, the sun; the stupidity of the sky, my romantic feelings will not dry up.