The heart in the mountains and rivers

May best lodged away from the hubbub of the landscape, with the wind morning mist, and the birds of the bird with the sound of the companion, is my dream often bosom heart. How many times back, I use the fingertip of the flick to search my dream mountain village scene in the computer screen--even just a song Qing XI, a curved path, corner Huang Cun. And when a picture of the artistic conception of youyuan jumping, my sensitive nerves are often traction, shock, I am fascinated, emotional free from the body. There was a time when the soul was as warm and steadfast as the weary bird.

Confucius said: "The wise people happy water, benevolence Leshan." I am not a wise man, benevolence, nor dare to have the character of water, the mind of the mountain, but I love the water Love Mountain, the landscape has a kind of spiritual longing.

A few years ago, I worked in a Yao village deep in a big mountain. That mountains and waters, from the murmuring Quan Liu, tweeted birdsong, I have a taste of the calm and calm mountain, water gentle cool; In the breeze I am soaking up the fragrance of Earth and wild flowers. So, I seem to understand the ancient people's so-called "Lakeland." Whenever outside the work, after the tea after the meal, I always like to shelter in the natural landscape between, the product reads Spring Hill's broad Youyuan, or is that winter in the fall wood grass between the piece desolate.

Born in the mountain countryside, but the close to the landscape, I am not satisfied. As a child, the summer sun was a loach like a black, still love hot slate and cool rain. As a child, there was no fear of darkness, and then twists and turns bumpy path can also go home in the dark. In the calm mountain village, breathes the fresh air, bathes the natural wind and rain, absorbs the Earth's Reiki, the bread also only feels particularly sweet, the hard bed also sleeps specially soundly. Too yearning, that distant village, the dream of the landscape of the home.

Now, the material villain overcame my spirit of the * * *. Because of the need for survival, parasitic in the complex and dull downtown, in fact, my simple soul, born with a kind of escape from the emptiness of the complex, and the flow of blood is also no bandwagon gene. I try to think, in my life and the contradiction between life, life is so disarmed? My heart is unwilling. Many times, I think the conversion of the mind is much more real than the fate of any one material. Just, people are always in the contradiction between the spirit and material lost, in the birth and the difficulties of the accession to the struggle to choose.

Through the ages, the days repeat, history repeats.

2,300 years ago, the bend was contradictory, he gu the river, the end of the soul to the river, 1600 years ago Tao Qian is contradictory, he did not Pengze and ran Nanshan, to achieve the "support and mountain" dream, 900 years ago Su Shi is also contradictory, he tumultuous Huangzhou Dongpo, in the chant Xu line "Bamboo cane shoes Light victory Horse", Finally have the landscape of Reiki and Epiphany-"Look back always bleak place, return, there is no wind and rain is not clear."

Everyone has their own spiritual dreams. I yearn for the Ming Lang, simple landscape home. I love the average mountain and and, love its stable long-term, love it in the Millennium wind and rain in the An Angian, Tetegin.

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The heart in the mountains and rivers