Time passes through the years
(3 essays)
Liu Zhiqing
Time passes through the years and makes me miss you. With the return of time, return to the past of first love.
The years will train you and train your autumn harvest. Although the lost days are some years, the heavy fruits confirm that you are constantly salvaging family, friendship and love, and your courage to brave hardships. Isn't all this your busiest and most fulfilling season?
The flying kite finally got rid of the shackles of the line, and has the blue sky and clear sky from now on.
Time passes through the years, and the days of a long sigh are doubtfully settled in the uncalm. The dusty ice is the embryo of water, and at a temperature below zero, inherits the virginity of the mother, so that the prying eyes dare not face your dazzling luster. The mountains and flowing waters that know each other, in the strings stroked by Yu Boya, play the traceability of human nature and the natural posture of nature. Who dares to deny that the harmony of first love is not the perfect human movement? Knowing each other, falling in love, and loving each other are not the classics of nature? In the days of returning to basics, the years always go slowly. Something that is perceived, something that people worship. Loving mothers are the greatest teachers and are naturally true lovers. The people who own both are the richest on earth.
Time passes through the years. The river in the north and the river in the south, you don't have to distinguish too clearly. Whether it is a woman wading through the river of men, or a man crossing the Daughter's Mountain, the sun always arrives as promised. The moon is fifteen and sixteen roundest. A dry heart that can wait until the moisture of the rainy season is your fate. You don't have to be sad about the ruthlessness of time, the day of reincarnation is God's compass, turn to that mountain, that water, that person's house, and dripping water can also shine the brilliant sun. The idea of the totem will always have someone who reads you, helps you through the swamp, the Gobi, and the depths of the land are your home.
When I return, O Eros, time has no concept between us, and the years will bring you to the palace of "the return of the Queqiao Double Feiyan is home, and the morning is the joy of the dream". Don't worry about the rotation of time, don't worry about the monotony of the years, extend the depth of the land, and the fruit beckons to you in the distance. Every time you step out of a paragraph, you will feel the beauty of life. The cabin of love is the treasure of "Open Sesame", as long as you recite the right recipe, a lot of nonsense is also a lot of wealth. Having an empathetic mind is the best medicine to soothe wounds.
Time passes through the years. You don't have to worry about waking up from nightmares and losing sunlight and air. Where there are trees, life will extend; Where there is water, love will bear fruit. The usual earthly hustle and bustle, you don't have to live too hard, turn a blind eye, is "rare to be confused". The green mountain of dreams is the chest on which you depend, and those who stand out from the trough can be most grateful for God's blessings.
Time passes through the years, and the years wander in time. In the moments of pain, there is joy and hatred, and you don't care that "gains and losses" will lose the balance of weights. Experience is a monument, pursuit is a brand. In the vast sea of people, suffering and setbacks often plague our minds and bodies, only the noble head is not low, the golden knees are not kneeling, the striking eyes are not cloudy, the keen ears are not back, the straight spine is not bent, the shouting voice is not mute, and evil will retreat before you... Time passes through the years, and we are still searching for them in the years...
Please don't wake me
There is a dream that has been pursued and longed for for more than half a century, that is, "Tarim". A spirit that inspires the belief of generations of pioneers is "Nanniwan". A kind of worship that makes many fearless people breathe back, that is, the vast soul of the desert.
Quietly observing the echo wall of history, please don't wake me up, because I fall asleep with the scenery, dreaming about stories beyond the landscape... The snowy mountains in winter are beautiful, like angels watching over the hibernating crops; In winter, the river is dry, like a tired farmer sleeping; In winter, the strip fields are bright, and the ice flowers shimmer with colorful sunlight; People in winter are busy, stocking up on New Year's goods waiting for blessings from afar.
Observe the earthly tour, please don't wake me. Because I am dreaming with the scenery, dreaming about the scenery beyond the landscape: the temperature in early spring is pleasant, the birds and flowers are singing and the spring tide is growing; The daughter of early spring is lovely, and her face is often hung with the blush of the sun; The early spring sun is warm, and the willow branches on the riverbank shake the fisherman's oars; The days of early spring are cheerful, and the flying gulls chirp fishing songs and sing in the evening.
Observe the beauty of spring, please don't wake me. Because I drift into dreams with the landscape, dreaming of space and words beyond the landscape: summer is long, day urges industrious hands and striving backbones; There is a lot of sweat in summer, dripping into the breeze of the waves; The summer man is too cool, and the ancient carcass verve plays the distance of the chime; Summer girls are hot, and the flowing long skirts reflect the softness of maternal love.
Watch the red dust roll in, please don't wake me. Because I am dreaming with the landscape, dreaming of birth and entry beyond the landscape: the fruits of autumn are so heavy, and the efforts of the four seasons are exchanged for the stability of life; The burden of autumn is not light, and the settlement and harvest achievement is a solid life; Autumn cotton is white, and the peasants bow for holiness; The smoke of autumn is thick, and the households are wafting sweet parties.
Observe the idyllic years, please don't wake me. Because I was dreaming with the scenery, dreaming around my father and mother's laboring hand to lead me through ups and downs and journeys.
If you ask me how far away the scenery is, if you ask me how deep my dream will be, when I am speechless, only gratitude will sneak into my heart. On a particular night, the stars refuse to light up. When you can't see the scenery, the black curtain is covering the viewer's eyes, and the dream disappears in reality. The mystery of the night makes people yearn, the loneliness of the night makes people sad, the depth of the night makes people fearful, and the carnival of the night is enchanting.
The days in the dream are a lifetime of thoughts, and the plain and the prominent are also souls and dust. Don't care about other people's gossip, dashing every day is the value of existence. Joy and pain accompany the dreams of life, and survival and destruction are also real lives. It's hard to be a good person, and it's even harder to be a clean official. The difficulty is that your open-mindedness at a glance is regarded as arrogant by "people"; The difficulty is that there is no way to serve the country in your hot fist; The difficulty lies in relying on each other, but it is regarded as each taking what he needs; The difficulty is in the mountains and rivers, but it is regarded as playing the piano to the cow.
Through the sea, Fang shows his true colors as a hero? Big waves, laughter and swan song! The stone will turn over, and man will not be lucky. Guan Jian's point, the art master is bold, and he can swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Success or failure has its own providence, and the before and after of the tombstone is determined from the coffin lid of the commentator of history. Glancing at the shoe size of the sages, returning to the lost years, five thousand years of culture, is the best grandmaster. Calm down to read this book, the incense is full of places, there is its own "winding path leading to a secluded place, Zen room grass and trees". Silently watching the clear wind and moon and the clear spring flowing water, the sound of the shout, shocking the mountains and thousands of mountains and the thousand-year-old story.
The season of waking up, the deceased is like Sifu. With frosty sideburns, I am still full of passion... A lamp that lights up the Oriental Pearl. The morning glow paints a whole new landscape.
Please don't wake me, I'm falling asleep with the scenery...
April's smile
April is the season when farming tools embrace the land; April is the season when seeds meet the land; April is the season when pear blossoms bloom their youth; April is the season of smiles in the eyes of farmers. In April in the sunny fields, seeds were ploughed and raked from the boudoir. From now on, the cooking tobacco of the peasant family is your destination. You smile in April, and that is the happiest first love of your life.
Seeds are the lifeblood of the farmer's family, and the story of the seed starts from April's smile, and whether or not to write well the harvest of the four hours and eight festivals of "enlightenment, inheritance, transformation and union" depends on the love of the farmer family for the land and seeds. Love is sprinkled in the field, hope is in the field, and smiles are in the field.
The field is the stage for April's smiles, behind the seeder, the careful farmer, most afraid of the cold and fever of the seeds showing their navels, always cover the sheets for those funny seeds. The peasant family cares for every seed like an ignorant child. Almost the whole family's survival bet is placed on them. The farmer family is worried about the growth of the seeds, as long as the sun gives a little more temperature, the seeds in the field will be arranged in their own formations, and the seedlings will be brushed and brushed together to wait for the review of the farmer's boss.
April farms are busy, April seeds are busy, April fertilizers are busy, and April farmers are even busier. This season, the place in the hearts of the peasant family is very important, and every drop cannot be delayed. If you delay April, you delay the harvest for a year. The peasant family cares about April, like a woman who is deeply in love. As long as you go to the fields in this April season, it is not difficult to find that the growth process of the crops and the songs of the peasant family in the four seasons come from the rich life experience.
The peasant family is the owner of the land, and the peasant family's lifelong pursuit is to be in touch with the land. Lying in the arms of the land is the most stable day. Whenever you leave the land, the land disqualifies you. The land does not wear colored glasses, the land only needs hardworking hands and technological ideas. When you want to go home, the gate of the land, always open her tolerant embrace to those who love her.
April's smile rippled among the farm tools, and April dedicated her smile only to the farmer's family. April looks at the dream field with a smile, and April uses a smile to combine the locomotive that is jubilantly cultivating. Don't underestimate this sweet smile, she awakens the faith of hope to the painful heart, and she sends a confident blueprint to her relatives in the city. As long as April's smile never goes away, the life of the peasant family will always be prosperous.
April's smile is the spring light of the field, and April's smile is the story of spring. April in Tarim is the season when the seeders roll their seeds on the holly mulch film of Hada. Modern farmland operations, in the April season, ripple with the laughter of the farmers' family gathering, rendering the April stage, brilliant and beautiful!
Ah, I praise April, and even more praise April's smile. As long as you walk into April, a smile can accompany you on your voyage and wish you smooth sailing...
Liu Zhiqing: pen name, Wenchang Shuzhai. Born in the 60s, from Longhui County, Hunan Province, he works as a professional senior reporter and director of the Aral Media Center in Xinjiang, and is currently the editor-in-chief of "Tahe Wenyuan". He is a member of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps Literary Federation, a "double-excellent talent" of the Corps literary artist, and a writer and poet contracted by the XPCC. Member and director of the National and XPCC Folk Artists Association, student of the first "XPCC Peking University Writers Class", and the first "Social Science Specialty Talent" of the division and city. Author of the poetry collection "Cheerful Birds"