Chapter 7 a piece of sunshine

After the holiday, the days of early spring relax.The sun at noon, a piece of bright yellow, soaked horizontally from the window lattice into the room, and shone crystally in all directions.I was a little dazed, habitually surprised by my surroundings in the silence.I looked at the bright physique of the sun, as if I wanted to distinguish its intertwined and gorgeous colors, and chase its invisible flow.When I saw it reflected on the desk cleanly, I felt a kind of tranquility, a kind of exuberance in spirit, and leisure in taste; or the so-called "clear windows", where mysterious expectations are silently guarded, rippling. Open poetry atmosphere.That kind of stillness, in the quietness, one can hear the spring flowing in that place, and the sound of the piano that seems to continue, whispering the tone of a lonely person entertaining himself.When I saw the same piece of sunlight hitting the ground, I felt the shadows of the flowers floating on the ground, and the fragrance was blowing left and right. People were changing with the light of noon. The movement, softness and melody are like silent music, which makes people feel relaxed and light. , Unknowingly falling off the pain.At most, in Shu Yang's rational objectivity, I occasionally look back and look at the remnants of my childhood memories and walks, and feel a little sorry for the time; Wei Wei blames time for not being able to preserve emotions, and preserve the realm where all emotions have lingered.

Leaning in an ottoman is not only a luxury, but perhaps even more of a fault, a fault of leisure.But Dongpo's defense: "The lazy are always like quiet, and the quiet is not lazy", which is not unreasonable.If you don't lean on the couch and "quiet" at this moment, the small circle of emotions just now will be lost unconditionally!People don't regret it, but I really can't help but feel the sadness of this loss of intimacy. Let's just say it's a little emotional trip, it's okay not to go, but it's better to go before the beginning.In the final analysis, what do we cherish most when we live in this world?Is it really true to cherish all kinds of activities produced by human beings, the so-called human culture?What exactly does this human culture rely on?We suspect that it may be the feeling of the spirit and the body in the human body, the emotions aroused by the physiology and psychology, a series of behaviors inspired, and a little bit of wisdom accumulated—then a little bit of human performance.Everything in the universe is objectively nothing to cherish, and the mountains, rivers, plants, animals, and animals reflected in human nature begin to have beauty, temperament, and harmony.Not to mention the man himself reflected in human nature.Without human feeling, human emotion, even if there is nature, there is no natural beauty, quality or divine aspect, let alone human wisdom, human creation, and all expressions of human life art!In this way, who should despise a little trip of their own feelings?In order to strengthen our courage, we should believe that only when human beings have this kind of emotional gallop, the real world will continue to produce the essence of cultural relics on which our spirit rests.

At this moment, I can actually cough a little, and even say in the mellow tone of the broadcast: Since we undoubtedly cherish culture, we respect all kinds of art from ancient times to the present—whether it is the art of abstract thought, or the specific art of manipulating natural materials. Another non-natural image created——for the origin of art, the little bit of human feeling, human emotional wisdom (commonly known as human emotion), how should it be reasonable to cherish it? But the gallop of emotion is clearly not the completion of poetry or painting or any other artistic construction.Although this gallop now occupies a certain amount of time in my life, it does not occupy any small place in the space!This situation needs to be safe and clear.At the moment it is only a traceless flow, without a dwelling form.It may contain various or palpable qualities, but the task of curiously exploring this quality and expressing it concretely, whether meaningful or not, is powerless for anyone but oneself.At this moment, for a piece of clear and pleasant sunshine, I clearly know that I am paying attention to various associations of inner communication and changes. In other words, this attention of curiosity and interest is already an activity of my life at the moment.A kind of force forced me to grasp this activity and try to express it. This impulsion that cannot be suppressed, or the so-called artistic impulse is unknown!I just remember that the calm Du Gongbu took a walk and looked at the flowers, and it was inevitable that there would be an emotional disorder of "the river is completely annoyed by the flowers, and there is nowhere to tell, just crazy"!The exquisite and warm sunshine shines in front of people, and the touching power of that beauty is no less than that of flowers. I am not allowed to divide my emotions into two kinds of leisure and reality, and decide their importance before deciding whether to choose or not.I, too, had only an emotional turmoil.

Emotional travel is an accidental thing. Today it was not for the sunshine at noon in early spring, and it is still for it now.There are two kinds of extravagant lights in the room that often make my mind tense like flowers blooming, taking advantage of the breeze of feeling, the shades are scattered among the branches and leaves of Lengzhi.One is candlelight, with tall pedestals, long hanging candle tears, and raging red flames. When the curtain falls around, the light and shadow are hidden everywhere.That kind of flashing bright, elegant and ancient, is obviously a scene in the painting, but it contains more poetic elements.The other is the sunshine at noon in early spring. At that time, large pictures will be scattered all over the room intentionally or unintentionally. Those window lattices, panels, writing brushes and inkstones are bathed in the light, and they all become still life patterns for a while; In several places, the room is even more lightly fragrant, which makes people feel a kind of spirituality when they look up.

This kind of statement is afraid that there will be misunderstandings. I am not saying that when the sunlight shines into the room, it needs the elegant backdrop of the fragrance of pens, inkstones and flowers to be moving. What I mean is: some ordinary indoor decorations only need a piece of sunlight to be attractive. Youxian landed on it freely and freely, and everything will bring another kind of moving atmosphere. Here I want to talk about the piece of sunshine I first knew.I was six years old that year, and I remember that it was just after the water drops—the water drops are common chickenpox, but they are called water drops in my hometown.At that time, I liked that beautiful name very much, and forgot that it was a disease, so I also felt a kind of mysterious pride.As long as people pass my window and ask if there are "drops of water"?I feel an honor.That feeling is still imprinted in my mind.It is also for this reason that I remember the extravagant pleasures of my illness.Although it was the same as many other illnesses, I was still alone and imprisoned in a house to recuperate.

It was the last house in our old house; white powder walls surrounded a small courtyard, and there were three rooms in a row on the north side, with an open hall in between.I was sick in Dong Niang's bedroom.The west end is my aunt's house.My mother and my aunt will always perform their women's duties in the grandmother's front yard, so I am often the only remaining owner of these three houses. Being sick in those three rooms was an embarrassing experience.Time flies by very slowly, especially in the middle of the day when there is no sleep.At first, I only focused my sense of hearing on things that looked like footsteps, but didn't seem like footsteps.Guessing, waiting, hoping for someone to come.Occasionally, I could hear all kinds of trivial sounds from the partition wall, which were conveyed from under the base of the wall and then subsided.After a while, I became impatient-I don't remember how, so I tiptoed and walked to the door next to the wooden bed.The door of the room opened obliquely towards the hall, so I held onto the door frame and looked out curiously.

At that time, it was about two o'clock in the afternoon, and a table of the Eight Immortals was standing in the middle of it very lonely.Under the table, a piece of sunlight coming in from the entrance of the hall poured down there harmoniously. An absolutely silent surrounding accompanied by this soundless golden crystal, for some reason, suddenly caused a very unusual vibration in the heart of my six-year-old child. There are not many tables and flowers, and the layout of art is just a very ordinary Eight Immortals table.If my memory is correct, there was a very common and frugal lunch such as salted fish and pickles on display not too long ago.But the child's heart froze.Perhaps the eyes are opened a little wider, looking around, as if looking for the answer to a question.Why is that piece of sunshine so beautiful?I remember that I climbed to sit on the table in front of the window in the room, and looked out the window intentionally or unintentionally. The sparse shadows of the white walls in the courtyard were completely different from the golden warmth in the room.By the way, I opened the old-fashioned mirror box for my mother's dressing, and shook the small row of drawers up and down, and the small copper pendant carved into a flower basket, listening to the crisp birdsong from time to time.But there is still a vague doubt in my heart because of the sunshine.

After more than 20 years, until today, it is such an elusive, unfathomable, flowing and tranquil treasure, that I realize that my question will never be answered.In fact, that's all: a lonely table, a lonely corner of the hall.A clever mirror box, or the intermittent birdsong outside the window, and water drops—the sick name of the beautiful child—happened to be the most natural thing in my memory forever and always with the quiet sunshine of early spring. Lenovo.