Chapter 25 draw eyes

It rained for a long time, and the sky suddenly cleared.Psychologically, I felt as if I had retrieved a batch of lost treasures. The sapphires from the sky and the emeralds from the mountains reappeared in the morning window overnight.The sun poured into the valley like a glass of thin grape juice. I got up and walked down the steps, smiling and rejoicing all by myself.There was no one around, and I felt like I was gone too.There is only joy, tenderness, and vitality in the world. When I walked to the border, I thought I was a peaceful cauliflower.When I raised my arms to face the wind, I felt that I was a whirling air current. When I looked up at the sky, I mistook myself for the bright sunshine.My heart has never been so broad, and I recalled a verse in a trance: "God made the sun shine on the good and the evil." For the first time, I felt the deep heart of creation so deeply, and I suddenly fell in love with it. Everything animate and inanimate came.I want so badly to say good morning to everyone.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered Chen who lived in the suburbs, and felt that I had to visit her. People really shouldn't have any arrangements and plans on such days.In this kind of sunshine, if you don't have a little bit of drunkenness and do everything according to your whims, it will seem too out of harmony. After several bus transfers, I came to a tortuous yellow mud road.The sky is fine, and the road has just dried in the sun. It is warm and soft, which makes people feel the pulse of the earth.Walking along the way, I didn't realize it. I was standing in front of the bamboo fence, and there wasn't even a puppy barking at the door.There was a small bell hanging obliquely on the door, and I rang it alone for a long time, guessing that there was probably no one there.Looking down, she found a tiny brass lock—she had also gone out.

I stood there for a long time, not knowing where to go.I want to leave a note, but I can't tell the purpose of my visit.Actually, I wasn't that eager to see her.I just want to kill a wonderful sunny day, and I just want to go to the countryside to see how the crops and animals appreciate the day. Looking up, the threshing field in the distance is very empty, with a few piles of straw scattered sparsely.Quite a bit of antique production.I walked slowly and found myself walking towards a square.Uneven green and yellow grass stretched out under my feet, and strange boulders were scattered among the grass.I chose a smoother one and sat leaning against it. I felt that the cushion under my body and the covering on my body were all scorching sun.I was intoxicated for a long time and looked around, only to find that the scenery was unbelievably simple-a meadow, a few rocks.In the distance, only the grass sticks to each other, and in the distance, there is only good wind like water.There are no famous flowers and plants, and there are no gatherings of ladies.But why am I sitting there like this?What am I attracted to?

I looked at the sky leisurely, and my heart suddenly returned to the ancient times. At that time, it must have been a sunny day after a long rain. A villager went to the threshing field to bask in the sun after farming.His puppy rolled around beside him, making grass all over him.He lay soundly, smiling foolishly, feeling that no one had ever experienced such happiness.So, he got excited and knocked on the door of the royal family out of breath, wanting to announce the secret.It never occurred to him that everyone who heard it covered their sleeves and snickered, and from then on they took him as an allusion to make fun of.

What's wrong with him?Because the truth he discovered was too simple?But after so many centuries, the happiness he experienced is still beyond the comprehension of those who sit by the heater.How beautiful it would be if we were willing to leave the deep and dark shelter and return to the warm and bright light soon! There is an unknown tree above the head. There are not many leaves, but they are all green. The image of the sun is sifted through the tiny gaps in the leaves.Wherever the warm wind passes, the round shadows of the sun dance happily.Alas, how often do mediocre people encounter such gentle sunshine in a lifetime?

Sitting under such a tree reminds me of my usual observations on character.I often feel that my impetuousness and superficiality are like "summer days", which often make people disgust and avoid them.So deep in my heart, I can't help yearning secretly for a realm - "the day of winter".It was bright, but not dazzling.It's warm, but not scorching.When can I be so subtle, so gentle and honest and so deep? "If you want me to be light, please make me such light." I couldn't help praying with all my heart: "It's not to walk alone in the sky, creating arrogance and light. Instead, through a gray and cold heart, use enthusiasm to warm all those who are sitting in the damp."

As the afternoon progressed, the light became clearer, and the colors of all the scenes began to become thicker.I remember reading Duan Chengshi's works, and I love one of them: "Sit on the opposite side of the window, and look at the shadows on three sides." Unexpectedly, I also have the chance to appreciate the tranquility of autumn. In fact, what I appreciate, the predecessors have already appreciated.What I feel, my predecessors have felt.But why are these experiences still so deep and so fresh? There is a bag of snacks beside me, which I bought at random and intend to give to Chen.Now it's my lunch.It is very interesting to be alone, chewing simple dry food on the boundless pasture.In this kind of scenery, I don't feel hungry, but I don't feel full either.Eating is just a taste, an art.

I originally brought a collection of ci, but I never opened it. I always feel that watching the scene directly is much more profound than watching it indirectly.I was a little tired after dinner, so I flipped through a few pages of it.Unconsciously falling asleep, with a book in hand, one has suddenly stepped into another realm. When he woke up, he found a few black, skinny sheep slowly gnawing on the grass. In the distance, a child was lying on his legs, chewing a long piece of grass leisurely.I threw the book up and walked back and forth on the pasture.In these rare quiet afternoons, the sound of my footsteps and the sound of the sheep gnawing grass can be clearly heard.Looking back at the child with bent arms as a pillow, I feel a little envious of his demeanor of "wealth and honor are like floating clouds to me".A few sheep still choose grass according to their heads, and I only feel that what they are chewing is not only grass, but the half-haired greenery in winter and the boundless sunshine on the pasture.

The shadow of the sun is slightly slanted to the west, but the brilliance is still undiminished. In the day, I often prefer this moment.I know that some people sing praises to the morning clouds, others love the evening glow, as for the dazzling sunrise and the deep night, they are both used to be loved by people.Only such an ordinary afternoon, without a little color and light, is often forgotten.But I can't help loving and admiring this tranquility, serenity and restraint.I went back to my seat and sat down, the vast grassland, just hand it over to me and the kid watching the sheep?How can we endure it?When I looked up, I saw little clouds flying across the sky, lined up obliquely, like a short poem, like an irregular order.Looking at it, I couldn't help sending out many whimsical thoughts.I remember that there is a passage in the Yuan Opera that tells the reason why a person cannot write a letter: "It's not that you are ruthless. If you cross the Qingjiang River, you can't buy heaven-like paper." Cloud-like pen.In fact, even if you have a brush like a cloud, you can just write and wipe as you please, so why do you do your best to describe the wonders of creation.As for the wind moving the grass, I probably wanted to whisper a few words about Yun's works.It's just that the clouds always like to change repeatedly, so that the wind can't spread.How wonderful it would be if someone could learn the shorthand of clouds and spread a few articles from the sky to the world.

While thinking about it, I found that not only the shape of the cloud changed, but also its color changed strangely.For a long time, Zhuxia was shining brightly, and the grass was also three-point red when it reflected on the grass.If you don't distinguish carefully, it's like a wildfire burning at the end of the wilderness.The shepherd boy had gathered his sheep together at some point, and he disappeared into the twilight as the smoke rose from the village. I stood up, touched the stone and there was still some warmth, but the air was a bit cooler.A group of children walked by, each holding a bosom of dead branches and hay.Suddenly they stopped when they saw me and whispered to each other.

"She's kind of weird, isn't she?" "We've never had anyone here for a hike." "I know," said one of the older children, "some of them like to come here and draw pictures." "But I didn't see her paper and her watercolors!" "She must have painted it and hid it." After reaching a satisfactory conclusion, they made another trip and went back.In the distance, there is a dense bamboo forest, covering a corner of the red wall. I watched them walking to their homes, and I couldn't help but feel lost.Thinking of the streets of the city, of the buildings on both sides of the wall, people walking among them, looking up and seeing only a ray of sky, it really seems to be in the valley of the shadow of death.But here, in this unknown wilderness, the sun is flooding everywhere.Life is different, how far apart! I turned and left, and the setting sun drew a red circle behind me.And the dim light in the distance also lit up in front of me at the same time.The magnificence and shabbyness form an extremely strong contrast. Seeing Chen's house from afar, there was already a light, thinking she must have returned from a tired tour, I hesitated for a while, and didn't go over to ring the bell, I had already visited Sunny in the suburbs, so I didn't need to look at her anymore. When I walked to the station, I always felt that there were more things in my hand than when I came here. When I looked down, it was still the same old book.This made me suddenly confused, do I really have a painting with me?As the child said: "Draw it, hide it!" On the way home, when I was walking alone in the dark twilight, I started to come into contact with that painting.It is a picture of sunny suburbs dyed with light ink, painted on a flat spiritual canvas, and shown to me in every dark place.