Chapter 10 Keren -----Fang Qi

Yi is not a rich flower in the world, nor is it a grass for forgetting worries in the sky. Yi is a frame of Hunan embroidery landscape that has been reduced to a market in an unknown era, and the light smoke and mist between firewood, rice, oil, salt, wine, meat, singing and dancing, a real talent. There are countless idiots in the world, and those who are infatuated are rare. Yi is the idiot who "calls Xiao Yuyuan frequently, as long as Tan Lang knows it". Yichi is the kind of idiot who doesn't want to be saved.Yi wakes up under the noisy sky in Taipei every day, and the tears on her pillow turn into spring flowers filled with dew, reflecting the pure and pure weather in Ye Lai's dream.Yi Tan smiled, stood up, combed her hair and washed her face, and changed her clothes in front of the mirror. A soft sigh from the dressing table was the breakfast.Yi went downstairs and walked into the street, caught in the car formation of wolves and tigers, her mind was quiet, her body smelled of fate, going to work, leaving get off work, suffering, and smiling in the wind.No one knows the righteousness and tenderness of Yi who wanders the streets every night, the obsession and longing in Yi's eyes, a certain lonely heart beat, a cry in his heart, a flame...

And Yi also doesn't show any traces, while asking about the philosophy of life from time to time, insisting on this Dazhen and great faith in life, while letting the heavy burden of life weigh on the top, wandering around the rivers and lakes to make a living, just getting by.Accidentally pierced by a poisonous arrow, Yi curled up under the starry sky soaking in blood to heal herself: "Sometimes I'm so tired that I just want to let life and death quietly, don't struggle anymore, don't look for dead grass as dry wood..." "Sometimes in the middle of the night, when I'm sleeping, thinking about the safety of this body, if I touch the secret in the dark, I always unconsciously..."

In this way, Yi survived without hesitation, with a suspenseful heart, and with a low breath. Her skin, like flowers and snow, was pinched black and blue, and it was completely invisible to human eyes. In the spring and autumn, Yi Xin was like Mirror, if you don't want to welcome you, you just want to find a soul that is not polluted, and a pure heart in troubled times! In the poem, it is written that the beautiful and charming woman in Yunniang's mind is "the melon period has not broken, she is slim and graceful, and she is really the one who shines on the coldness of the autumn water", which is exactly Yi's true face.If you can meet Yi infatuatedly at the peak of the blue sky, and at the bottom of life and death in the clear water, you will suddenly feel a kind of soul shocking feeling that you have met in the past life and meet again in this life; The feeling of being entangled in the heart after seeing each other is shocking, and the goodbye is still there-----It has been decades, thousands of years, and those who have loved are still loved by thousands of people!The deep love is still the love of all kinds, even though it has gone through thousands of calamities, it is still the lingering love.

Yihui is wearing two red flowers on her hairpin, and the flowers are smiling in the sun, walking arm in arm and shoulder to shoulder with you... Yi Youaiyu Qingxiao Zhang Luo a plate of milk milk pancakes, served with peanut marinated melon and brought it to the head of the bed, with the shirt half covered, laughing and feeding Tan Lang... In the first half of the day, Yi Neng sang Li Zhiyi's "I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River" and was in a trance, or drifted in the frantic splendor of Liszt's No. 6 work; Let Yi Huamei and pluck your beard: "Pull one, and then another, just a small one!" The sweet words go around the room chasing one of your beards, pinching your whole body so soft that it turns into spring mud... …

When the sky is heavy, you sit on the sofa with your legs crossed and watch TV fascinated, and I will quietly put a blanket to cover your legs and feet, and snuggle with you to meet a little sleepy and pretend to be sleepy... The new draft is finished, and luckily I can invite you to favor me. Immediately, red clouds flew over her brows and cheeks, she lowered her face in shyness, and complained in a low voice: "Liar! Liar!" Then she turned around and took a peek at you with her hair in her hands. Lips burst into a smile, hurriedly hid in your arms, lightly beat your chest with a pair of fists beating drums, rubbed your delicate body against you: "I'm not coming anymore! I'm not coming anymore!" The heart blossomed, A thousand rivers are so soft that the sky is full of bright red and green, and it turns into a thousand rainbows, flowers and moons in the world. There is nothing to say, no image to form, it is purely a connection...

How many times have you seen such a romantic and pretty woman? It's a pity that in the world of mortals, there is not a really ambitious man and man who can be selected as Yidi's guest on the screen to enjoy this clear life sentiment.It's okay if Yi doesn't feel emotional, once the love is deep, he will "like water and water, like empty and empty", and will sacrifice all his wealth and life for the third and ten lives. He can live for the king, die for the king, and can be for the king. Bearing the dirt and humiliation, that shocking wave of emotion of dying without regret is actually an indescribable state of madness.If you are rich and honored, Yi will help you to give out porridge and relief, and build bridges and pave roads in the village; .Let it go! Where is the most wonderful tenor in this world now?

Sometimes Yi also has the determination to die with a knife. He is so stupid that whoever has millions of gold bills will share the burden of his family? A little bit of "Red Mansion", a little bit of Shen Sanbai, Yi will marry resolutely, commit herself to the bed, and never leave her forever.Recently published the third collection of essays "The Moon Mother Shines on the Bed", with Yi's own preface, and the infatuation at the end is indescribable: "Suddenly there was a sense of prehistoricness again. If someone lights a fire, I might as well burn books to keep warm!"

There are countless talented women in the world, but there are few people with a beautiful heart. Yi is a person with a beautiful heart who is "the stone contains jade and the mountains are brilliant, and the water contains pearls and the river is beautiful". Yi's brocade is the brocade method that produces gold and silver from lead mines.Yi's writing is charming, with beautiful imagination, love and fate with the air of wind, sea and rain, Zen philosophy and philosophy is profound and bright, and writing about farming, rural wells and scenery is full of vigor, which can be said to be an anomaly in modern Chinese literature, a wonderful flower. .

Walking through the mud and thorns for thousands of miles from the deserted village by the seaside of Yilan, coming in the flood, going in the fire, suffering so much pain and suffering, and after everything was destroyed, Yi caressed the gate wall of National Taiwan University and wept.That year, among the 3,000 Taiwan freshmen who were full of youth, few had hands that were rougher than Yi——Yi cooked and washed at the age of seven, went to the fields to cut rice, and lost her father and father at the age of thirteen. The son, the heavy burden, is all shouldered hard.How many cold nights, when the classmates in the dormitory were sleeping peacefully, Yi Tuo was in a daze in the dark night with endless grievances, worrying about where to find tomorrow's meals, worrying about old clothes and tattered clothes that can't be repaired, and can't cover up people's words after dawn With cold eyes; Yi pinched her nails again and again, letting the tears flow into a river, holding her head up and asking the sky in hatred: Why am I alone? Why am I alone miserable? Why are all living beings happy, but I am the only one falling into the bone hell and the bloody abyss? Why? Thousands of mountains and rivers, I walk alone? What I see is the lonely smoke in the desert, the crumbling moon?

When Yi used steamed buns dipped in soy sauce to survive the day and night, and when his hunger was crushed, Yi Tieqing swore secretly, like gold from a mine: "I live for literary creation, this is my life philosophy!" Returning from tutoring in the middle of the night, walking through the bustling and beautiful Zhongshan North Road, Idove stands on the brightly lit street in the shape of a dove, and my heart is roaring like a rolling stone. More than ten years of farm life and the testimony of classical literature have made Yi eager to pick up all the treasures of the dying farm country; Yi gritted his teeth and set his life like lead yielding silver: "Every good thing in China is weighed by the catty." Both sold out, it hurts to think about it; teenagers these days grow up eating hamburgers, seeing them don’t want family treasures, thinking of the heart, there is hatred in my heart!"

When Yi turned his pen into a knife, wrote poems and swords, revived, contemplated, grouped, and resented in the universe of words, and unfolded the patriarchal style in the ancient Chinese blood in all directions, Yi Dun listened to all the voices, hears, and senses, and contemplated the three thousand loves and attachments in the future When I was still young, I ran across the cliffs and desperate situations, hoping that all my lovers would be fulfilled: "Singing songs in the alleys, reviving the people, saying that there is no self, and nowhere is not me, how to turn night into day? Difficult, difficult! At this time, I think about some characters, listen to the conversations of some old women in the vegetable market, and feel that every chapter is moving, just waiting for the pen to be held." So Yi wrote "Water Questions", as if the first moon rises from the sky cliff, and on the first day of the first month, there are many waters, and the spiritual energy is everywhere. I want to "go to a place where the sky and the earth are gone, where there is no sorrow or joy". So Yi wrote "Only because of being in this mountain", like a meteor entering the Milky Way, pondering the profound, subtle and rare samadhi dharma in the long night of ignorance, "Praise the living world, and pay tribute like endless lives", Wen Hua Canran illuminates the eyes. So Yi wrote "The Moon Mother Shines on the Sleeping Bed", which is shaped like a cloud in a wild water village, "The mood of writing is also transformed from beautiful to clear" Lan's momentum. When you are young, you should praise your youth. When you are in Yunshui, you should worship Yunshui. When you are in a village, you should cherish your hometown. The hills and valleys flow in your chest, and the brocade heart is woven into three Danqing books, so that readers from all over the world can follow the meaning of Iraqi language. ,Laughter, perception, first rain and first clear. Now Yi is standing on the ridge of success, Jinxin and Guyi are like a battle between heaven and man. It is very difficult to start again. No matter which direction you take a step, it may be downhill. Once you face the cliff of literature, jump If you don't dance, you don't know what kind of person you will become. Is there a higher mountain that can be inserted into the blue sky? Is there a deeper literary horn that can be blown loudly? Can I ask the literati and gentlemen from all over the world to cherish Yi's beautiful heart? There are countless plain people in the world, but there are few plain-hearted ones. Yi is a plain-hearted woman who is "a flower without words, and a person as light as a chrysanthemum". Yi Desu is the kind of plain method of "not being sincere and lazy". Ming Confucian Chen Baisha is a unique guest. He sits in a cool room every day, and even his family members rarely see each other. After several years, suddenly one day, he Open the door and laugh out loud, "then quickly sweep the past, or sing loudly in the long forest, or solitary whistling on the island, or take a boat and throw a pole in the bay of Xiya, forget your body, donate your eyes and ears, get rid of your mind, don't get tired of external things, don't get tired Because of the times, the kite flies and the fish jumps..." Yi has this kind of self-evident self-reliance. When you talk to Yi, you don’t have to talk to the end, just talk to the middle or mention a few sentences, and Yi’s eyes are wide open, and he knows everything for tens of thousands of miles, and his heart is more clear than you can imagine. Don’t worry about it The chord sound of Yangchun Baixue is exactly the feeling of not being content without entering. In the book "Five Lantern Festivals", it is recorded that Hongzhou Lian envoy asked Mazu if he could drink alcohol and eat meat. It is a blessing in this life." Yi probably has enough karma and predestined relationship, and there is no hindrance in the past life and present life ----- Yi once helped drunk and drank the white wind and clear night for three months. Zhang Zuozhi is only to repay his friend's loyalty and affection.And after the ultimate indulgence and indulgence, on the fourth day, Yi still got up early cautiously, restrained her body and mind, stepped forward into the battlefield of life with high regard, and was very self-loving and self-sufficient. The first time we met, Yi was wearing a plain dress dyed in cursive script, with auspicious and wishful words written on it.Sitting in the taxi, we deliberately teased the talented woman, so we pretended to be samples and commented, looked left and right at Yi's flamboyant cursive script, scrambling to recognize each word, staring zigzagging from chest to waist and legs, stopped, so Confused: "Hey, what is this word? Write it down!" Ye Zi stretched out her finger and traced the pattern on Yi's leg, and then looked closely, the woman asked in a daze, "How is it, isn't that a good word?" Ye Zi's smile flew to the corner of his mouth, and Zhiming's brows were filled with joy, he looked at each other and nodded: "Not bad, not bad, what is this word? Come again!" Ye Zi shook her head again, flicked her finger lightly, and her smile became deeper and deeper. Zhi Ming held her breath desperately, her eyes narrowed, and she raised her thumb in praise: "Good words! Good words!" The woman was sitting upright like a king kong, with Ye Zi's magic finger moving up and down between the pink legs, turning left and right, moving the tofu and tofu slippery without even noticing it, just like an innocent child. Ask: "Is this word interesting?" The woman still didn't blush or breathe, she raised her face upright and asked, "What word is this?" Crashing, Qianjiang's water veins are flowing, low and flat when flowing in the depressions, high and flat when flowing between the rocks, and flat when flowing to and fro, this woman has her own scale and proportion, and she is so comfortable and comfortable Nothing. In "Jing Shi Tong Yan", it is written that Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty saw Li Bai for the first time, "It's like getting a treasure like poverty, like getting a lamp in the dark, getting food like a hunger, and getting rain like a drought", if you take care of Yi in the deepest and most intimate place in Yi's heart, Seeing Yi's exquisiteness and clarity as high as a flying cloud, you can have such joy and joy like a blind man suddenly seeing light. Unless you are very close and acquainted, Yi will not say a word from her heart to people, and she has never been to people who are heartless Smile in front of you, if you go out to do errands, Yi will hold you up and down, looking at the ground and whispering: "It's easy to fight in the hotel, and you will lose money in the casino, and you can't go to the dark street, you can't go!" Then Leaning on the door to watch you go away, thoughtful, careful, considerate, and there is another kind of taste, Yi's self-evident self-promise is probably the same. Once I talked about the poet Yan Xian, I thought of Yuan Zenan's expression when talking about it: "Yan Xian looks like Yan Zhenqing's style on lacquered paper, and there is a faint air of nobleman in his calmness." I hit the knot, citing the deep knowledge of drawing people's bones, Yi Moran, slowly brushed his forehead hair aside, and said softly, "Yuxian, he is now" drunk, looking at the sword, dreaming back to blowing the horn We're in business!" A word that the heart of the sky turns, vividly transforms into an immortal poet with a full face and a wandering mind. It is really a clear and penetrating speech, and Yi's self-confidence and self-consciousness are also so good. In the book "Cherish Life", Yi Neng turned the painstaking effort of compiling the lifeline into a prayer, wishing to "make a piece of moonlight into a reed flute, and play it to those who are dull." This is also the feeling of Yi's daughter---- --Yi, who escaped by swimming in the bitter sea, never forgets the light of the lighthouse, and always leaves the best things to those who miss her.Once, Yi personally cut and dyed the cloth, made a pillowcase, and swiped a big book: "Stay still, make life as beautiful as the morning clouds, and as clear as the evening stars", the embroidery is exquisite, and everyone who sees it says that Yi The heart of wisdom is not in the pen and ink, but the body and mind are empty inside, and everything is empty outside. What is an infatuation? What is a beautiful heart? What is an amateur? May I ask what Jian Yan's respect is? Said Ke Ke Ke, bowed his head to the dark wall, and could not return after a thousand calls... I hope that Shi Zhicong does not get close to Yi's body. Whether it is mellow or light, Yi is a scoop of nectar in Chinese literature that "is clear in the mountains and rivers, and clear in the mountains and rivers"! !