It was already dusk after dinner, and the afterglow of the sunset was gone. La Shu went out of the city, heading west, along the highway at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, to find a good place to stay. I always want to dream of having flowers all night beside a field of cauliflower or in a forest of peach blossom. Turning around Tashan Bay, the front of the car turned into an open space outside the wall of a school. In a ravine in front of it, rape flowers were in full bloom, and many pear trees were full of white flowers, it is in full bloom around the cauliflower field. Stopped the car, got off the ground, stepped on the soft Road grass, and strolled among the fields full of flowers. All kinds of birds were playing in unknown places. The air is very fresh. There is no village in the ravine, only the cauliflower in the ravine. Its color is so gorgeous that all the colors are dim! At the end of the cauliflower, The Hill rises and falls slowly. On the top of the hill, white pear flowers are dotted with pink peach flowers. Some are in rows and some are scattered at will, which are fragrant in the slowly dark night. No matter how far away it is, you can’t see clearly. There are vaguely mountain dwellings surrounded by flowers. The window lights turn yellow and become brighter for the second time. Mountains blue, Ups and downs, only some outlines are there. Blue Sky, a few light clouds, leisurely, floating in the sky, just like me idle, where to float, where to float. There are not many stars, flickering and flickering, dotted in the night sky. However, I was stunned on the ridge where weeds were everywhere, looking at the night sky foolishly, forgetting to walk and smoking, until a gust of night wind blew and shivered casually, it turned out to be completely dark! When the mountain wind blows, it is particularly fragrant, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, which makes people refreshed and delighted. In the cry of birds at night, I slowly went back to the villa, took a flashlight and went up the mountain along the back of a family’s house. There was a small concrete road, turning around and going up all the way, unexpectedly, I was in high spirits. Along the mountain road, I walked slowly and climbed slowly. The road is only a small car wide, and there are some miscellaneous withered trees on both sides. In the grass and trees, occasionally one or two mountain flowers are quietly burying and burying on the branches. Stepping forward, smelling, refreshing, all over the body, that is not so cool! Not far away, he climbed a mountain beam. On the left was Jialing River. On the other side of the river was the city. The road along the river was full of traffic. Those people in the world were still running under the night. However, I myself have been wandering among the mountains and the wild in the evening of the spring breeze, and I am free and unfettered alone. I secretly feel lucky that I am single and have such freedom! At this time, there was a feeling of gratitude in my heart. I was grateful to the person who left me. It was she who gave me this freedom, this freedom, this unparalleled freedom! Only in this way can I walk happily under the starry sky with the spring breeze. I couldn’t help murmured three grams of oil to the direction where the Iraqi people left. Walking all the way, the road turned to the right side of the mountain again. I saw countless pear flowers coming out from the bottom of a cliff, hanging all over the branches in white. In the flashlight light, it was extremely enchanting, which made me overjoyed, the pace also slowed down. Under the background of dark black, the lotus flower, the flower bud, facing me, the back to me, the side to me, all kinds of poses, full of business, let my heart happy! I breathed deeply the fragrance of flowers, and couldn’t jump or shout. I was afraid that my sound and movement would break the dream of flowers and the good thing of returning birds! I had to squat down slowly, sit on the roadside, light a cigarette, spit a few circles against the flowers, the idle clouds and stars in the sky. In this Silent Valley, everything is so harmonious and beautiful. Let me, a savage, hug you for a moment and become one of you! A few night birds, with several sounds, woke me up as a sculpture. Therefore, we continued to March. Turning a corner, the road suddenly broke! On both sides of mine, there are piles of new graves and old graves! Some graves had monuments, some didn’t; Some were full of weeds, some were supporting ridges with new soil, one by one, and the graves were all heading west. I was not afraid at all. Holding a flashlight, taking photos of those mounds, some graves have just burnt paper ash, some have alcohol and tobacco offerings; Some graves have branches inserted on the mound, and various flags are hung on the branches, show off in the night wind. Wandering in the cemetery for a while, I sighed with emotion: Is this the destination of human beings? Do the people under these mud graves, those magnificent and mighty big mud piles, and the tall and thick stone tablets stand proudly? Are those little mounds as silent as me? But everyone has become a soil! Where is the past and present? A pile of grass in the barren tombs will disappear one day. Weeds will spread over the mound, submerge the past, and submerge the future life. It is unfair to people. Some were born in high families, luxury life; Some were born in cold houses in poor villages, poor and down. Even though I am poor and white, I am not happy? If you are rich and powerful, will you be moistened by the beautiful clothes in the Golden Palace? The State I pursue is to be calm in my heart and to be free. Thinking of this, I sat on the ground slowly, smoking an old cigarette, just beside these graves, quietly and silently, calmed down and settled down. The Wind in the mountain is neither cold nor hot, comfortable and refreshing, as if through the dark years, through countless hubbubs, but still with fragrance, into my body, still can make me calm and comfortable. The souls around me moved with the wind and talked to me, which made me understand deeply. I silently thanked them in my heart. They made me peaceful and enlightened. If I live, I will be happy. Every day and every moment, I must live up to my heart! Death is fair to everyone! Since the eyes were closed and didn’t open, there would be nothing and nothing to take away. Even if there were Jinshan and Yinshan Mountains, it would be surprising. In this case, why do you want money and a house? As long as I live on my own, have food and clothing, have a clear conscience, and have peace in my heart, I can be happy every day and every moment. The night is already deep, slowly down the mountain, back to the villa. The fragrance of flowers overflows outside the villa, wild birds sing occasionally, and village dogs bark. I disturbed their peace. After a while, there was silence, but I didn’t feel sleepy at all. I spent the night beside the flower field, so close and intimate with them, and only I could enjoy such a good scene every day, and often change to new. In addition to excitement, open the tablet and write down the above text for memory. At the midnight of March 24th, 2014 in Nanshan nameless slope

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