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Many times, our time is not our own. It's like a piece of land, the sheep are coming, the wolves are coming, the hunters are coming, and there are footprints of invaders everywhere. ##欢迎光临我的生活 #
I love the time before I go to work. The sun was slanting, the flames were dimming, the anxious man had left early, and I was the only one in the office. The tea has been drunk lightly, and the tea leaves are still lying at the bottom of the cup. At this time, I will feel that the flowers in the pot are just for me, and the quiet air belongs to me alone.
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There was no sound in the corridor and no one walking around next door. Staying in a room alone is like running a country. If it rains outside the door, all you can hear at the moment is the sound of rain. It was the sound of a person raining. If there is wind outside the window, it is also a person standing in front of the window at this moment, watching the wind gently blowing through the cheeks and sideburns of passers-by, as well as people's hearts. In such a time, no invaders, like a rushing river, reached the broad downstream. The sediment slowly precipitated, and the river began to be clear and transparent, without waves.
Time is on its own, not occupied, not disturbed. The things that must be done in ordinary times, the official documents that must be handled, can now be ignored. Sitting alone in the dusk, I could watch a magnolia flower bloom in the courtyard in the wind. A person, a tree flower, is in this silent time, silently opposite, like a blank space of time.
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There was no phone noise and no public servants coming and going. Only the sound of water droplets from the air conditioner is long and clear, and the dusk seems to be very long and long by the sound of water droplets. A person, no bondage, no expectation, let the peace of mind spread, spread...
A cup of green tea is placed on the table. With the peace of the world, you can do some private work, or code words, or hold a favorite prose book, and get that special relaxation and pleasure from the words. You can think of anything, think of nothing, just sit there and waste time, like a peasant woman scattering millet in her arms on the ground. Some were pecked by Lu Hua chickens, and some sprouted in the soil.
All the way hurried, busy reading when he was a teenager, busy in love and marriage when he was young, busy with the food and clothing of young families in middle age, chasing fame and fortune... Time is greedily filled and stuffed by me. Like a clumsy painter, impatient when he drops his pen, he always draws too much and too close. In fact, people need to have a period of time that belongs only to themselves, to leave themselves a quiet island after the hustle and bustle, to leave themselves a flower that blooms quietly after blooming, and to leave themselves a piece of idle clouds and mountains after most of the time and the ups and downs.
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Suddenly, one day, an old leader whom I respected retired, like a willow tree in the breeze, and went home. No more nine-to-five runs, no more looking at the faces of various people, and going home to be yourself. He can drive a car, carry a new 70-year-old, with a long gun and a short cannon, wandering between the green mountains and green waters, and savor the artistic conception of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the South Mountain". When he is tired, he stops to rest and watch the sunset... The rest of the time is his.
Originally, I belonged to the kind of "home", and I liked peace since I was a child. If I hadn't considered making a living, I would have preferred to live in the countryside, but the world is unpredictable, and I can't do it. After all, the countryside is not a blessed place for my people, more often I am faced with family and the world, and I am reluctant to go to the city. However, after work, I couldn't help but look for time and space to hide. Riding on the tree-lined paths of the city or the countryside, riding two-wheeled BMW, aimlessly watching, thinking, only to feel that you have escaped from the hustle and bustle, retreated from the city, and returned to the backyard of the soul.
In order to survive, many times, I have to do things I don't want to do and say things I hate to say. You have to suppress your little emotions and always think: get through! Constantly facing a wide variety of people, such as bosses, customers, experts, officials... Meetings, interviews, visitors, appointments... All kinds of gatherings, forums, leaders sitting in the middle, majesty, majesty, momentum, the smile on their faces are fake, sinister or treacherous, let me feel a strong Yin Qi, all kinds of business planning and hunting atmosphere all the time.
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After the work, all the official affairs that should be handled have been handled, whether it is vetoed or passed, it has nothing to do with me. I was like an old farmer. In autumn, I only looked at the autumn colors of the earth from a distance and watched the young people harvest. I'm outside the field.
I think of the late autumn fields I passed when I was a teenager. By then, the rice had been harvested, the fields were empty, and the sparrows were hanging down their wings and searching the weeds for the rice left on the ground. Those sparrows, no longer like thieves, could leisurely peck at the grains. The rest of the rice is theirs, the rest of the fields are theirs, and the rest of the days are theirs. No one shouted to drive away, even the scarecrow lay in the ditch to rest.
Remember, the most beautiful thing is the field behind the snow, endless, flat and white, and even the sparrows do not come. At that time, I looked at the endless snow in front of me, and the fields were safely under the snow, and I couldn't bear to offend and disturb my steps. At that time, the field was of its own, boundless silence and supreme solemnity.
At the twilight of the day, in the early winter of the year, before the twilight of life, there should be a time when you can block out all the visitors, close the door, and please yourself. Do whatever you want. In the loneliness of the Qing Dynasty, @emotion - Xiao Liu classmate I think of myself as a unique emperor, do not think about government affairs.