In those years, I rode the wind under my wings

"The Wind Under My Wing" | text: Feihong Li Fei

"If there is no other, that is love"

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Life is like a drama, we are all playing ourselves. If the plot is bland, the actor is not energetic, and the person watching it also has to doze off. We try to perform as much as possible, but all the plot is really just an endless cycle.

If a person understands fate, all the fragments on his hand are intact. I'm that kind of person. Over the years, God has been fair to me and has allowed me to live freely and freely to dream. After the age of thirty, I discovered that the sunset of the sky is so poignant, and when I approach it, I will be immersed in a strangely beautiful golden glow. The mood of "several degrees of sunset red" can be understood by few people.

I revere the creation of my ancestors, trace the soul of my ancestors, appreciate the temperament of life in the past, and love the leisure of ancient times. I think I should live in ancient times, live in the Spring and Autumn Period that I like, the Six Dynasties and the Tang Dynasty, and the talent of qinqi calligraphy and painting poetry, wine and tea. At that time, the people were so righteous and awe-inspiring, "mighty cannot be bent, rich and noble cannot be adulterous, and poor and lowly cannot be moved," this is a big husband! Today's jianghu, don't say anything.

I was fascinated by the traditional classical culture. For a year, there were many months when I was on the road. I packed my bags and wandered around in search of homes that we could not leave but were quickly fading away—ancient villages that were barren or deserted. I feel more and more that it has become a spiritual world that I cannot give up; the dignity of history, the life of the people, the context of the nation, the genes of beauty and the journey of emotion are all deeply embedded in it. Today, the ancient ecology is already very fragile, especially when the agrarian society cannot resist the demise, I feel like facing a dying, weakening mother, feeling a kind of life. So, my footprints went far away.

Others travel, mostly in groups. And I, like to walk alone, go farther and farther. In this way, I am in harmony with nature, symbiotic and resonant. Moreover, I don't like to drive, and now the traffic problem has been like a flood beast, returning from civilization to barbarism. I love walking. Walking makes me feel down-to-earth, but sometimes I ride a horse and chase the wind in search of happiness and revenge. I love the howling wind, I used to rush up to it, the wind blowing into the forest sea, the sound of the waves, stirring the valley, like the roar of a lion, the pleasure is shocking.

I think I'm a free flying spree, spreading my wings and flying high. The wind was under my wing.

Every time I return from the long sky, I bring back many antiques and put them one by one in my little apartment. I loved lions and began collecting all kinds of ancient lion sculptures. In the past few years, there have been more than 100 lions of all sizes, carved in stone, carved in wood, carved in brick, carved in bamboo, ceramic, clay sculpture... Scattered in every corner of the house, the town house exorcizes evil spirits and guards my auspicious peace. I simply named it "Lion Building", which was a bit of a taste of lying alone in Cangshan.

Unexpectedly, a friend brought two strange people to drink tea. One stormy night, the great hero Jin Yong sat in the living room listening to the maid playing "Guangling San", and there were many emotions for a while, not knowing that the sinister rivers and lakes could have a few laughs and pride. On another bright moon night, the singer Luo Dayou whispered "Flowers on the Sea", which broke the hearts of everyone present. A friend who was good at calligraphy wrote a pair of "doors without vulgar soldiers to drive, people have the imperial wind" and sent it to the Lion Building. Where do I dare to hang. He wrote a "Feihong playing the sea, cold against the green frost sword; the lion king fights for supremacy, dares to cast words through the ages." "It felt a bit appropriate.

Most nights, I was alone in the Lion Tower, in silence, and the fountain of spirit was surging. Reading the books of Zen Buddhism, the enlightened and unenlightened cannot speak, and when they say it, they are heartbroken.

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I majored in fine arts, and after being reborn, I became a professional manager. Sometimes it is inconceivable to think that a very classical person is doing very avant-garde work. Advertising creativity requires passion and speed, and she makes me feel like I'm ignited, striking a balance between utilitarianism and aesthetics. The fierce survival of the business world has made me experience the situation of "firebird rebirth" several times.

When reborn from the fire, it is extremely painful, dead and alive, but after burning, people will be more mature and stronger will. However, no matter how hard people are, they should not forget their humility and pride, but also enjoy themselves in their sufferings. Life is like boiling water, I add some sour, sweet and bitter spicy to it.

After a while of busyness, I returned to the apartment still traveling day and night, spring and autumn on paper. Writing, painting, listening to music, watching DVDs, drinking good tea, serving my flowers, plants, goldfish and thrushes... Have a good time. I'm an old-school person who likes to be clean and doesn't like to be noisy and lively. I'd rather play a game of chess alone, Chu He Han Jie, left brain and right brain fight until it becomes a game. The opponent of life is himself. Sometimes I think that living can actually be very simple, deeply thinking about one thing, a person, time will slip away.

After writing this manuscript, it was dawn. I felt something I had never felt before, as if I had seen the first sun shining on my moss-covered tombstone. A passage from Camus's 1937 notes suddenly popped into his mind: "The dark clouds over the monastery are getting thicker and thicker, and the night is getting darker, slowly enveloping the great stone slabs that praise the virtues of the undead." If I were to be asked at this moment to write a book of a hundred pages on morality, ninety-nine pages would be blank, and on the last page I would write: I confess only one responsibility, and there is no other than that, and that is love. ”

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Pen name: Feihong Li Fei, text should be a very beautiful art, Mr. Lao She said that the plain text narrative is clear is beautiful, that is.

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