It'll all be over, like drinking tea and reading.

Cool summer heat, hot as fire, only peace of mind in quiet, square can have shade, from cool in the corner. Idle for a long time, has been suitable for solitude, accustomed to a tea a book of time. In this hot day, soak a mellow fragrance of tieguanyin, holding Dongpo poetry in hand, tea alone while reading, there is no lack of cool.

"Life everywhere knows what seems, should like feihong snow mud." The mud on the occasional finger claw, Hong Fei that the complex thing. Old Monk has died into a new tower, the bad wall hungry see old problem. The past rugged also remember, road long people sleepy Jian donkey hiss. "The first" and the Son by Mianchi nostalgia "is Su shi (zi) back brother Su Zhe (character son by)" Bosom Mianchi send son elder brother "poem.

This poem translated into prose is: "Life, came here, and went there, accidentally left some traces, what do you feel like?" I think it's like a bird flying around, accidentally falling somewhere in the snow. It leaves some paw prints on this or that piece of snow, which is very accidental, because the birds fly east to west, there is no fixed path to follow. I have been to Mianchi with you, have been together in the county on the walls of the monk poem. Now, the old Monk has died, he left only a new tower to hide the Ashes. And we had no chance to go there again to see the broken words of the year. The old monk's Ashes tower and our inscribing, is not the same as Feihong in the snow accidentally left paw print? Do you remember the rugged journey to Mianchi? The road is far, the person is tired, the donkey is also tired to call. ”

The Northern Song Jia six years (A.D. 1061) winter, Su zhe to send Su Shi to Zhengzhou, parted back to Beijing, poetry sent to Su Shi, this is Su Shi's and do. When Su-Zhe was 19 years old, he was appointed as the main book of the Mianchi County. He and Su Shi virtual cessation test Road by Mianchi, the same residence in the county monk House, with the poem on the wall. Now Su Shi to Shaanxi Fengxiang official, but also through the Mianchi, thus making "bosom Mianchi send son elder brother". Poem Yun: "Carry farewell Zheng on, Common road long-distance afraid of snow mud." Return to ride still find beam mo, pedestrian already degree Gouxi. Have you ever known any of the county officials? The old house monk room wall common problem. Thinking back alone travel good taste less, no words zhui horse but Ming Hiss. "Su Shi's poems, four feet rhyme and the original all the same, but the vertical pen sway, the slightest is not bound."

Su Shi's poetry, natural, free stretching, artistic conception pleases Yi, sincere feelings. "And the son by Mianchi nostalgia," the first four sentences of the poem, in a wild, free swirling, different directions incomparable, scattered in the whole, the language of nature. The first two sentences, with "footprints" metaphor life. From the beginning, the sigh, a thought-provoking, fascinating role, and provoked Xia Lian's argument. The second two sentences to "mud" "hung", with thimble lattice on the "Feihong Snow mud" play. Hung Paw printing is accidental, feihong things are natural. By chance it is impermanent, life is so, and so is the world. He used a clever metaphor, the life as a long journey, where, such as once in Mianchi accommodation, inscribing, such as, like Miles Feihong accidentally left claw marks on the snow, and then flew away, the future is far, this is not the end. The encounter of life is accidental, when we treat life with a natural attitude. In this way, nostalgia can be less sentimental and less disturbing in life. Su Shi's philosophy of life is so, and his exhortation to love his brother is also so. This kind of philosophy of Zen also conforms to the popular thought of ancient scholar-bureaucrat.

The latter four sentences take care of "nostalgic" poetry, with narrative pen, deepen the feeling of footprints. Five or six words of the monk dead wall bad, old people are not visible, the former problem is nowhere to find, show personnel impermanence, is "snow mud", "finger claw" feeling of the embodiment. The end of the United is the original poem "Thinking Back Alone tour of the best taste less, no words zhui horse but Ming Hiss" and triggered by the past retrospective. Recalling the arduous journey of the year, there is a treasure now to encourage the future, because of the impermanence of life, more valuable life. Difficult past, into the warmth of the memories, and now the brothers are the scholars, the future is bright, but also to treasure every time now every thing. In this early work, the poet's inner strong, philosophical life has been shown. The whole poem is sad and gloomy in the philosophical, low-spirited, reading does not feel life Konghuan, there is a feeling of nostalgia in the heart, like a summer cold. Looking forward to the future in "nostalgia", the artistic conception is far away. In the poem, there is no uncertainty about life, but also the affectionate fondly of behind me past.

While drinking tea run dry, while reading Su Shi Xin yang. At the end of the cup and put down, a moment to pick up the books and put down, suddenly, in the heart of a shock, some sentiment. Tea and reading, it is so simple-pick up, and then put down. And life, it seems that the complexity of everything, in fact, it is not so simple? Why do some things have to be tangled in the heart? Why do some people tangle? Many times, look light some, underestimate some, the world could have been like tea and reading, but picked up and put down.

Life will always be confused when, there is a lonely time, there is a way quiet road, no one accompany, a person silently spent, a person alone, like a lone hung, flew here, stop there, accidentally landed on the snow, and do not know to fly east to west.

Through a lot of ups and downs, experienced a layer of hardships and twists and turns, life a short period of lonely lonely time and what? Calm down, be a quiet lonely person, in the cool summer to find a shade, while cool. The summer heat to retreat, confused like "Feihong snow mud", destined to become the past, this section of lonely lonely Time, will become a sad and happy memories.

In that case, what reasons can not be put down? All the past is footprints, until the spring warm snow, that or thick or light imprinted, also disappeared. Can leave, only the hearts of the sea, the mottled memory of the mind. There is nothing deep in it, there is no entangled difficult to give up. Everything will be over, like tea reading, can afford, but also need to put down.

It'll all be over, like drinking tea and reading.