Wen/ chen moe
The rain outside the windows is the most common twilight spring rain in the yellow river basin, which is infrequently condensed, warm and undisturbed, knocking on the windows and pouring into the open room of paper. Last week, mr. Man's book of rains, the ink and rain entangled, produced a sense of security through time。
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I remember the first time i turned on the book of the rain, which was a hot summer afternoon after which the windows were buzzing, and the hearts followed. It's a simple book from the bookshelf, and the opening is the book of rains, and the gentleman writes, "i've been a bit fond of it lately, because it's so easy not to go out, not pay, to read and write at home. "there are few words, and there is no rhetoric, nor has there been any ulterior expression, but it is like a spring of water, and it extinguishes the heat of the heart. I didn't know anything about leisure. I just thought the silence in that text was something i couldn't find anywhere else. Now read again, in this fast-paced world, surrounded by trimmings, and entangled by anxie anxiety, it is a sudden realization that the rainy days that are written by the gentleman are far more than just the weather, but one of a kind of heart, in the noises of cars and horses, in the small heavens and earth that leave one side behind, in the pages and in the time, slowly sank and taste。
Mr. Zhou's essay, which never had any big narratives, nor did he write about the amazing people, was written about the usual fireworks, the small city wells: tea, drinks, food, folklore, memories of the homeland, old friends. In tea, he wrote, "drinking tea under a wag of paper, green tea in springs, pottery in succulent pottery, drinking with two or three people for half a day, for a decade of dust dreams". In the home of the homes, he counted the tastes of herbs, maran heads, and rat weeds, all of which were in love with the fire and fire of the homes, and in the house of rumours, he was not drunk, but he preferred nothing more than a light, light self, and a taste of life between cups. It's like water, but it's like a bowl of hot soup in the rain, and it's so simple that it warms up。
The most moving part of the gentleman's text is "real" and "light." he does not deliberately lift up his life, nor exalt his sorrow, but simply keeps a record of what he sees, sees human nature in the slightest, and warmth in the light. He writes about human nature, without criticism, without criticism, without accusing it, just by looking softly, silently saying, like an old man sitting in front of a window in the rain, and talking to you often, but hiding in his home language insight into the darkness of human nature and an understanding of the essence of life. He does not seek the appallingness of words, but only that they may be like a stream of rain, flowing slowly and nurturing. It's not boring, it's grotesque, it's pure, it's real, and it's the most difficult to find peace in the world。
Reading rainy books always makes me look at my life. We're always chasing after people, eager to be watched, anxious to prove ourselves, surrounded by fame, held hostage by desire, and forgetting to stop, look at the fireworks around us and listen to the sound of our hearts. We are busy brushing our phones, watching short videos and pursuing instant pleasures, but we are slowly losing our patience to read deeply and our tasteless abilities. The book of rain, the heart of rain, has long been a luxury for us. And mr. Zhou told us, in words, that life is good, never in the noises of far away, and in the trifles before us: a cup of tea, a book, a rain, a quiet time, enough to comfort the tired. True happiness has never been so loud, but in the salt of woody oil, it is the little joy of the day。
A tender umbrella that has kept me from the agitation and anxiety of the world, that has allowed me to find a moment of peace in words, and that has made me understand that there is no better state of life than this rainy day, not to panic, not to grieve, not to be sad, not to stay in peace, to be warm in smoke。
The rain on this page has been raining for centuries, and it is still warm, and the love in this text has been hidden for many years. For the rest of our lives, may we all have our own rain day, and have a good time, with a good book, with poetry, in the pyrotechnics, with the heart, with peace of mind, in words and in time。
General chen do-seok
Chan do-seok, by the name of chen mok, a person from huaizhou, anhui province, member of the institute of writers, shaanxi province. He has a dual professional qualification as a senior national business culturer and a senior political engineer, and he has a strong career in the military. As a result of the reform of the army, he has been appointed as minister of business culture and secretary of the project party industrial commission, and has accumulated considerable managerial and cultural experience。
The executive director and general manager of the cyanyan school of cultural arts is currently in charge of the operating management of the university of the new guange university at the open university of sion. As a result of their work, deep-scale literary productions have been published in national newspapers, such as the daily people's journal, the daily workers ' journal, the daily light, and in specialized literary platforms, such as the chinese writers ' network, the chinese poetry network, which has published a number of collections of speeches and documentary and literary works。
