Luo Zhiping
I met Long Ze because of the demolition of his old house in Baishazhou Street, and he did not talk about compensation or anything like that time, but only faded the worldly magnificence and sketched several pictures of life gains and losses in plain words. He knew the intention very well, and shunshi brushed away some of the dust on his face, releasing a clear heart.
Since then, in our lives, we have one more friend to each other, in my opinion, he is not a person who lacks money, and what he can't let go of is the deep attachment to the old house. Today, he has long been attached to the bustling city, but from time to time he will turn back, grasp the friendship here, and see the changes in the surrounding area after the demolition of the old house.
Long Ze did not read much in his early years, and at the age of 17, he went out to break into the rivers and lakes, and he could be regarded as a child who grew up in hardship, and in that era, he wanted to make a name for himself, and courage, luck and connections were indispensable. The boy went out with his pockets bare and came back in a luxury car for more than 20 years. Unlike others, after his pockets are full, what he thinks of is not to indulge in mortal dust, but to follow the direction of inner emptiness and seek nourishment, which is where his wisdom root lies.
Later, he began to enter colleges and universities, went to the mountain gate to learn art, and soon made friends with some experts and professors under the guidance of friends, including Zheng Jiaming, a scholar-type old leader, Tang Haoming, an academic authority who studied Zeng Guofan, Zhu Hanmin, the old mountain chief of Yuelu Academy, and Yan Aiming, professor of human resources at Central South University.
Long Ze has been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years, with righteous words in his heart, thoughtful and meticulous in dealing with people and things, ushering in the delivery, pinching the degree, and the friends around him generally recognize. If you want to do something cultural and human, it is natural to do it. In a group of celebrity circles of singing, he from the initial ear to listen, to lead hua gradually hidden, holding his own thoughts, spent no less than five years, and now, although it is not a long shirt with sleeves, but the breeze on his body, the smell of the moon, humble and gentlemanly, has been slightly revealed.
The knowledge obtained from hearing and hearing is the essence of friends, which is more direct and flavorful than the nourishment in books. Somewhat similar to the short reading of an encyclopedia, it is not regular but can hold up the tabletop, thick and effective.
The heart is full, and the obsession of life is improved. Five years ago, he opened a small field on The Rhododendron Road in Changsha, named Jinfeng Courtyard according to the region, there is not much utilitarianism, nothing more than friends come to have a place to sit, eat some vegetarian food, chat about tea, and do some culture. It's a quiet place where you can find a side in the middle of the city.
The field covers an area of more than two acres, a two-story conjoined house, squeezed on the east side, the front compartment is Jingyuan Building, mainly for cultivating vegetarian food, and the back compartment is Houde Building, in addition to doing public welfare charity, taking into account office practice. The other half of the courtyard is pure Chinese style "white". Eucommia, Wenzhu, wisteria, and grapefruit gather with fate. In order to express his inner yearning, he erected three horse piers in the flower language outside the courtyard door to show that the visitors dismounted here, and put aside the noise of the world and re-entered the courtyard door.
On the westernmost side of the courtyard, facing east, there is a large piece of Prajnaparamita, the golden Ou Kai Xin Sutra, derived from the Forbidden City, the stone is like jade, hand-painted carving, safe and pure, looking at the plain and Zen courtyard, it seems to be opening an altar to explain goodness, dusting and washing the face.
Recently, I met with Longze in the newly opened tea language space in the small courtyard, five tea rooms are invited to gather along the inner side of the wall, the large space on the right side of the entrance is the public tea language area, and the left side is half blocked by a display stand and used as a bar counter. Indoor log decoration, simple and bright, full of tea utensils and tea products occupy the wooden frame against the wall, most of the tea utensils come from the Jingdezhen kiln mouth, the system is diverse, the glaze color is varied, the feel is moist, and the heart and ingenuity of the tea are clear in the room. Tea leaves are mostly Yunnan Puer, the packaging is eye-catching, the size is different, I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentionally glued to the side of the tea utensils, the intimate look, just like a couple, squeezed intoxicated by the spring breeze.
After the friend settled, Long Ze scattered a bubble of ripe Pu, and the fragrant tea immediately jumped out of the clear tea soup, skimmed the tip of the nose, and recklessly swerved in front of the guest's eyes, that look, it seemed that he only wanted to win the praise of the four sides according to the master's thoughts. I sucked it casually, returned to the sweet and refreshing, and woke up the stomach and spleen.
From the tea language, all the way to find the missing genes in life, there will always be a long way to convert. Here is my impression of Longze. In recent years, he has mainly focused his time on studying Chinese studies and refining his mind, insisting on getting up at five o'clock every day to do morning classes, and in the nourishment of culture, he has smoothed out many bumps in life and made up for many inner worries.
Teacher Tang Haoming is a frequent visitor here, but also his mentor in life, many of the pen and ink here are originally written by the old man, and the ingenuity of his axe is worthy of respect. Every Saturday, the reading meeting and sharing meeting are mostly literati and inkers and workplace elites. New friends and old friends, elegant gathering, the scene is lively, not restrained.
When the bold stunned Qing talks about his own opinions in life, he can often come up with new words and surprises. The beauty of the idlers talking about the aesthetics of home is like the early makeup, and the spring breeze is slightly drunk. Elegant play big coffee sea wide sky, although occasionally feel artificial, but also let people listen into the taste. There are also a few elderly people, carrying a body of "all things are insightful and learned", joking about life like chess, drumming and hammering the heart to talk about the world. Let the tea language meet here, not only has the poetry tide, but also has no lack of human flavors.
The vegetarian food in the small courtyard is not ordinary, the tableware is with the Zen wind, the dishes are mostly with ancient rhymes, the name is not ruyi, or auspicious, the smoke cage is foggy "dishes and plates", the Zen heart is presented with an ethereal and strange mood, plus the Sanskrit sound washing, the waiter hemp shirt Buddha sleeves, gentle to, the noise of the world, the inner dust, unconsciously rejected thousands of miles.
No wonder the young man he met 7 years ago, so determined and determined, even though the golden saddle under the body is tied to the colt, but not at the age of ignorance, the mind of losing the way forward, the thin and thin body, the gradual abundance of the five elements, the fragrant tea rhyme emitted from the face, and the spring breeze and drizzle passing through the courtyard, quietly swaying.
When I came out of the Jinfeng Courtyard, I did not rush to catch up with the footsteps of the city, but looked back at the fluorescent lamp hanging above the tea room, which was wrapped in a wooden canopy, like a plum hugging each other, and like mica spitting. In the back of yin and yang, it reveals a joy of life.
However, the ordinary thoughts behind the tea language are inherent in the genes of life, and the same is true of the Jinfeng Courtyard, and Long Yi may be worried that I will not be able to hear the inner call of the Courtyard. In fact, from the time I talked to him for tea, I picked up his slightly tired face into my text, where he revealed the wisdom of Prajnaparamita and flashed many undamaged human fireworks.