Time has an appointment, and the heart sends smoke waves

"Heart Sending Smoke Waves" | text: Maplewood Master

"If one day the wind disperses, there will be one less grain of such dust in the world."

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There were originally some things in the world, and they could not accurately guess with the inertia of thinking after seeing them, but later they forgot them into the dust because of their hurried state of mind. What it was born and went is different from the unexpected that is often said, because the unexpected thing, after all, is still in the general routine, and when you meet a person with unique insight, you can know it if you think about it a little deeply.

Gai is like a well-behaved boy who never picks up a cup, suddenly at a certain wine banquet, the crowd will be drunk on horseback, or a beautiful woman who likes fruit salad and hawthorn sour plum soup, accidentally very rich and affectionate to order a casserole hanging, and eat a wicked eyebrow dance, which is not unusual. And those things that cannot be guessed are often unknowable and incomprehensible, they are closer to mystery and ethereality, hidden in the self and the self, and difficult to describe.

According to my family, I was quite a bit of a spirit when I was a child, and this can be traced back to the age of ten. In July of that year, my grandfather passed away, and relatives and friends came to pay tribute. Because he was a martial artist, the disciples and grandchildren under his disciples came one after another, so the wine and food prepared by the family were not sufficient for a while. Later, I heard my aunt say that I did not cry or make trouble that day, but in front of my grandfather's spirit, I repeatedly chanted the words "enough, enough", and when the crowd dispersed in the evening, the table was withdrawn, and the steward said to my father that the things used today were no more and no less, just enough to support.

Now, this somewhat legendary thing is not at all for me, except for a later night walk and seeing the legendary white rabbit, I have never had such a wonderful feat.

Gradually, after going through the matter, I also understood a lot of worldly truths, but that kind of clear mind, no restraint, and the initial state of innocence of Hongmeng dissipated to the end. However, in the meantime, I can still leave some inexplicable and special things that I love, which are deeply embedded in my memory, like a bronze object of age, although it is inevitably a little dull, but slightly polished, and shiny. Most of these things are just a certain scene, a few pictures, except for me, no one cares about them, let alone feel that they have anything particularly cherished. I believe that there are also some scenes in others that I do not take for granted, and they belong to deep feelings that cannot be explained in detail and cannot be communicated. Most of these scenarios do not have a specific day of a certain month, but they have dependent places, and once they leave that place, they suddenly cease to exist.

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I don't like objects that are too delicate, such as a beautifully decorated jade pendant, a plum vase filled with color, and I think it is not as natural as a gray clay pottery. Because the artificial setting above is too cumbersome, this oath to make everything the best attitude, deliberate and rigid, but lost the charm of nature. In some taverns in the Hanzhong area, you can also see a thick magnetic shallow bowl with sauce color to serve wine, and when three or five friends gather to drink, they have more arrogance because of their simplicity and casualness.

In this way, there are also wooden strips, pure cotton cloth with clear longitude and latitude, a kang straw mat, half a piece of sheep felt, and even a small basket woven with willow, and a twisted hemp rope, all of which have the meaning of affinity to the heart. The beautiful things under the sky are often supported by its inherent nature, that is, to add some rich scenes, and as long as they are evenly stopped and stable, it is enough.

In addition to such rough simplicity, I also like the moss of the stone wall platform, which is full of vicissitudes, so that people believe that time is indeed traced, and there are generations of people in the world, accompanied by it, and looking at it and growing old. They may be a lattice window, a green-painted iron door, a mirror with birds and phoenixes or peony flowers, a warm purple clay pot, an old pictorial newspaper, or even a small wooden stool that has been stripped of its mortise.

Whenever I take the train, I also like to look at the signs standing on the side of the rail, simple black characters on a white background, printed with whistles, printed with culverts, printed bridges, they invisibly bring the vicissitudes and thickness of the world. There are also the cement station signs in front of those small and medium-sized stations, which are written on the names of places that are extremely unfamiliar to me, or what slopes, what forts, or what ditches, what ridges, and there is a loop through Niangziguan, and when I read the three words in the cold wind of the slanting sun, I suddenly shook a layer of inexplicable sadness from the bottom of my heart.

I prefer the twilight of the setting sun to the rising sun. There was a relaxing, stretching smell that evoked a leisurely herd of cattle, breathing majestically from between their thick nostrils and steaming with golden dust and smoke, returning from the fields. Or a white-haired stonemason, tired for half a day, sitting on the stone he chopped at this moment in such twilight, squinting his eyes, and smoking a bag of cigarettes.

Then, on the occasion of the twilight mountain, on a high-flying ancient archway, there was a red light and shadow cast on it, its green and oily red, its bird arch, its brilliant gold plaque, all in this residual photo, faintly, like a gorgeous floating world. The dust under the twilight is indisputable, not at all annoying, there is no need to get up like in the morning, but also to ambitiously list what plans, prepare what boats and cars to rush to the road, it is completely flat, horizontal, like a long river without wind and waves, just wait for the dusky moon, rising from behind the East Mountain, the reflection of the money.

I am such a person who lives in the world and lives in my heart. Of course, I like these ethereal old memories, but the lively and tacky atmosphere of treating people and things in Pingsuli, I also feel happy, I feel that there is a taste of singing and dancing in it, so that people are not alone, supported by the shadows of everyone, like a soup flowing water, casually running there, there is no need to be frightened. However, I was lonely again, a person in the world who, apart from myself, did not have a second person who was no worse than my body's skin. Standing between the vast heavens and the earth, I know that if I one day disperse with the wind, the world will have one less such dust, like a wind and rain rising after the rise, and then retreating into the vast smoke waves between the green mountains and clear waters.

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Pseudonym: Maplewood Master. Wait until things have passed, only to realize that hindsight, maybe my writing is too young to write such brilliant words, but what I wrote down is a true story.

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