"The Shore of Pursuit - Emptiness and Emptiness"

There is a delicate river in the dream, and there is a river in the painting, which is where I often go. She was always there no matter where she was, and I would find her first time.

Pack your clothes, take a book, rise from the morning sun, walk to the soft meadows on both sides, follow the current, and listen to the wind sweeping through the low palm trees.

It can be stopped.

Sitting on the water bench, with its back against the lazy weeping willows, the undulating water shadow connects with the rising sunlight in the east, wide and brilliant, like a piece of blooming cuckoo. Occasionally a faint figure appeared and disappeared, like himself, sluggish and dazed.

The sunset has quietly fallen.

"What are you thinking? What are you longing for? What are you looking for? ”

Go, keep going, life will go on, life must go on.

My daughter is such a child: I came home late, and she called and said, "Dad, I want to surprise you!" "I can guess that it was nothing more than the teacher's reward and the encouragement of the classmates, but the wife who made a delicious meal." I have said to myself countless times: "Little obedient, your health and your happiness are my surprises."

And every day!

Who is still hesitating late at night? In the past, the book knew how the people who had passed in front of them had stayed up all night, and in the past, the lights and shadows of the windows knew who had been in the dark for a long time. Today, people have advanced mobile phones and computers and other equipment, we know who is looking forward to the lights, know who is wandering under the moon before the flower, they are looking, we are looking in search.

Materials are rich, life is rich, but life is barren. We no longer share an atmosphere limited to happiness, we just want to fill everything empty, so that the eyes are even more empty, as if the latter is the glory we are seeking.

How can you do it – brush all the brushes that can be brushed again, and if not enough, ten times a hundred times. Just like, I saw a pair of mournful and begging eyes, just like a rootless ghost floating in the sky—the living is silent, but the soul is scattered. After the thunderbolt rumbled, he still said helplessly, "I need... Also need..."

I often think of a friend who said to me, and so far the only sentence I have ever heard of the most meaningful: People are born to work.

(Original essays are not reprinted)

Yuan Changping 2019.06.24 Ningbo