Zhang Xingfang's series of literary works to appreciate - your heart forever
"I accompany you across a thousand mountains, I accompany you to walk ten thousand waters; I accompany you to the west and east, we break through the north and south together" is a few lyrics in the very popular "Accompany you to a thousand mountains and thousands of waters", which seems to be a few numbers that are not proud of its appearance, but it makes the emotional ocean water rush and empty the waves, quite tempting to burn the heart and bone, and it also has the fuel to the fire of agitation and provocation, penetrate the mountain to open the road, meet the water to build a bridge, so that the entire dense forest of thoughts is poured and infiltrated, and then it is collapsed and unmanageable.
Born as a man and a woman, it is difficult to escape the entanglement of Qingqing and me, and when I don't see you for a day, as if it were three autumns apart, I always want you to hug me. Want to come and see, thousands of miles like a foot away, do not want to see, silicon steps like the end of the world; can walk together, do not have to speak, the heart understands; no fate, like a strange road, strong twisted melon is not sweet. There is no impossible, only willing or unwilling, whether it is or not, whether it is okay or not.
The journey of life is winding and twisting, the wind and moon are boundless, idly watching the falling flowers and flowing water, sitting and watching the full profit and loss of the moon, chewing and tasting carefully, every detail, it seems to be not alarming, but it is ready to go.
All things are deep, spiritual, and alive, and they are all self-evident and unspoken.
A pot of good tea, let the time have a temperature, a blossoming flower, Xu time and shade a little fragrance, a lone lamp, add time and shade to the heavens and the earth, meet a person, without saying a word, secretly Xu Fangxin, allow her life's warmth.
People are a cup of tea, calm when sinking, calm when floating, can afford to take it, but also put it down.
Whatever you do to me, I will not give up, and I will be the same. Man wants to break in, horses want to let go, not afraid of slow, afraid of standing; the road is in people's walking, things are man-made, rather than the head of the snake, not the tail of the dragon.
I want to accompany you to stand on the top of the mountain, look at the scenery in all directions, and see the world.
The world is yours, mine, and even more ours.
I don't know how far forever is, I don't know if the future will come, can the charming dream come true? I know that the clear sky with you is clear, the water with you is calm, and the days with you are poetic.
I am willing to be confused in your poetic tenderness, like a drunken man stumbling and talking nonsense, never willing to distinguish between east and west, north and south.
I know that everything in the world is full of variables, and the sunny days will be thunderstorm in an instant, a vast ocean, not to mention the delicate human heart, where there is no room for a little dust, even a bare smile can not pass the examination.
The tainting of all things may only be a lack of harvest, a loss of dividends, can be corrected next time, if the defilement of emotions, there is only a dead end, all disasters will not be recovered.
In the journey ahead, someone may be able to make me fall, but that is not a skill, there is a skill, just cut my back road, don't let me get up. When you stand up, the world is another piece of heaven, and it will belong to me and to us.
How I wish that on my most vulnerable days, you would wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes when you cried, hold my waist back when you laughed; you could pull flat on my wrinkled clothes when I went to work, and you could write a kiss on your cheek when you traveled.
You know, missing a person is like admiring a cruel beauty, such as Venus with a broken arm, like Quasimodo the bell ringer, like a criminal waiting in court for the judge to solemnly read out his final verdict. The heart, always like a ship that has not docked, is wobbly.
I know that because of me, you don't want to go back; you know, for you, I don't want to go back. In the garden of emotional roses, no one can save us, because, love, covered with water is difficult to harvest; love, see blood seal the throat. Being on a cliff, there is no way to retreat, jumping, even if it is crushed to pieces.
In the middle of the night, I once again went through all your information, I was very moved, the heart trembled again, not only the feeling of tears, but the tears accumulated in the eye sockets, expanded, flooded, just feel as if we have known each other for a long time, in the dark we are born together.
The Creator is so blind, we who should have turned butterflies into butterflies and flew twice, but the heavens and rivers are separated, but let us unexpectedly encounter the embarrassment of the established facts, deep feelings, and the language is confused...
Whether it is a battlefield, a shopping mall, an official field, or a love field, there is no constant smooth sailing, there is conquest, there is sacrifice, and there is no exception.
Heroes and martyrs are basically chic, willful, lonely, touching the south wall and not looking back.
I want to be a hero and I want you to be a martyr.
Time is like a shuttle, meditation is shallow, the years are speechless, the world is rushing, no matter how life changes, the person in your heart is forever that you and I can't put down.
Editor: Gao Huafen
About the Author:
Zhang Xingfang, all-media reporter, director of the Chinese Essayists Association, senior academician of the Chinese Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, editor-in-chief of the China Calligraphy and Painting Famous Artists Interview Network, member of the Anhui Writers Association, propaganda director of the Anhui Hard Pen Calligraphers Association, deputy director of the Anhui Provincial Calligraphy and Painting Examination Center of the Palace Museum, chief editor of the Anhui Work Department of the China Public Security Literature Selection Network, vice president of the Anhui Guyuan Calligraphy and Painting Institute, executive vice president of the Wuxi Branch of the American Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, well-known writers, literary and art critics...
Long in prose, poetry, commentary, novels and non-fiction and other text creation, cooking words to cure hunger, pleasant nourishment, only for the mind to breathe freely, thoughts can take root.
His works are rich in literary style, full of emotion, quoted by the side, thick and ethereal, magnificent, relaxed, exquisite in intention, full of soul percussion and philosophical speculation, and three-dimensional beauty jumps on the paper.
Published: "Waiting for You to Return" literary works collection.
Employer: Anhui Work Department of the All-China Public Security Literature Federation "China Public Security Literature Selection Network".