Chapter 25 Four Bathing in the Flames of War

This spring, I read Lin Huiyin's poems, in the misty rain at dawn, in the warm sunshine in the afternoon, and in the soft night of the new moon.This beautiful woman teaches us to dream, to remember the fragrance of flowers, the greenness of leaves, and the hope of life with her brisk words. I finally believe that Lin Huiyin is the kind of woman who walks in the crowded crowd, so that we can call her name accurately; it is the woman who rubs shoulders with her, and people must look back frequently; You can still have a simple and light day. The years like water, the time like water, should be soft and affectionate, but it is a sharp knife, cutting off our face, cutting off our youth, cutting off our only remaining dream, leaving only fragments memory.Can this scattered memory piece together a complete story?I always think that looking back on a person's past will cause more sorrow than joy, because we will rush to see the whole life of others in a short period of time.From a graceful and affectionate young girl to an old woman who has seen the world, how many fireworks should I experience.People only sigh deeply when they are getting old. Many things have not been done in time, and many fates have not been cherished.

I don't know who said that life needs ups and downs to be safe, and if it is too smooth, it will not last long.After believing this sentence, I became calmer and calmer in the face of sudden accidents.Rainy days are not necessarily sentimental, you can cook a pot of leisure tea and savor life.When the moon is short, it may not just be melancholy, you can also sit by the window and tenderly miss the old friends far away.Reading Lin Huiyin, the mood will not have too many ups and downs. She is a beautiful woman, and she is not willing to let people shed a tear for her easily. She once said goodbye to her beloved life, fell ill, and ran on the rolling world of mortals, but Lin Huiyin never bowed to the years, and her poems never showed negative and pessimistic worries.No matter in the withered autumn or the barren winter, we can smell the fresh greenery.She is not a girl with cloves and grudges, or a woman wandering in the past and melancholy alone. She understands the reality of life, and understands that joys and sorrows are the true taste of life.

Every year is not to see the red leaves of Xishan, Who dares to look at the red leaves of Xishan? Not to listen to strange birdsong, Stopped on that quiet tree branch, It's the footsteps that can't walk on their own—— Let's go, towards the ideal mountain col Looking for dreams that have never been found: A flower in a dream, a fragrance, The setting sun hangs everywhere, the wind blows, Turning around the white clouds, there is a tall building in a small corner. The bell is underfoot, The pine stands side by side and waits, The mountains and fields have played up the extravagant late autumn in every possible way.

Where is the dream, your smile, In a word, search in the clouds and waves, I don't know where to fall? The running water has gradually become colder, Carrying fallen leaves across the empty stone bridge, white railing, It's unbearable to watch again, The red leaves are as hot as the footprints they stepped on last year. Well, look up, it's high, heart roll As the white clouds float across the sky, Don't count where to stop, go, Believe that there are still rays of light thousands of miles away, like hope, Remember the smoky color, Not to weave a beautiful tomorrow,

Sing to the sky now, empty and miserable, empty lingering, You should be a little more brave. Don't be afraid to touch the old wounds like mottled gold and silver! Look at the red leaves every year, The mountain's repeated bleeding, the forest, A heart of stone never leans on dreams for support, Every night the wind cuts through the soil like a sharp knife, Silent and anxious lips at dawn, The patient still turned to the blue sky, Calling melons and fruits to be completed in wind and frost, in brilliance, He bleeds on the mountain and becomes a graveyard! Calm, my steps, go slowly,

Don't believe who ever arranged a dream! On the dead branches along the way, the birds never sang, Xiaoyecaoxiangfeng is no longer spring. stop!stop! The wind and the cloud, the water and the algae all call me back, Said the dream is behind; The ideal col of the butterfly swing is the same as the current reality Stone Road is still missing a link! The more beautiful the yellow moonlight in the mountains hangs from the treetops, The more I have to believe in dreams, A flower in Xiehui's dream is a lie! But I don't believe it!Empty pride whirls in the autumn wind, The heart still cries out for ideal love and beauty,

Compete with the white clouds; smile and kiss with the setting sun; same flower, same fragrance, Even screaming in the crevices of autumn insects, to go hand in hand; With the frogs that leap and play in the water, Blind to seek blind days again,— Realistic enthusiasm paints another picture, To collect red leaves all over the mountain as flowers! This Xiao Xiao kept whimpering, Passing by the ears and temples, there is still tenderness, Shadows sway in the autumn light, I don't believe that there are a series of questions outside the light and shadow! My heart still doesn't believe it, just because it's afternoon,

The sun shines through the bamboo forest Warmed the stones, the red hillsides, There are two long shadows, you and me In front of the pavilion and stone road, Shallow blue waves next to the old tree trunk! The lies in life couldn't be more colorful than this one! Remember that golden day, Coral-like delicate leaves hang in the autumn wind, Even if I feel my heart bleed, What about talking? Who can ask what is behind this beauty? When gambling, eyes shine, Never regret the power of desperately betting; It is said that any pain can be exchanged for any point, One cent, one tiny ideal!

So the steps are still going on now, Can't be yourself, can't stop! Although there are ten thousand colors in the mountains, 10,000 changes, All kinds of loneliness have surrounded the lonely shadow: What's hot is reduced to lukewarm, what's warm is cold again, Burnt yellow leaves crushed underfoot, Brutally scattered the crumbs of yesterday, The heart still doesn't ask why the footsteps are so stubborn, The untraceable dream route,— Still attached to the directionless side! Xishan, I swear, pointing to Xishan, Don't forget, today you, me, Hongye, Connect into this bloody sorrow!

Knowing that my days are but a few hurried ones, If next year you and Hongye Turn red into flames again, but I don't see you... Deep purple, you need to add more A symbol of depressed enthusiasm, Write down that I once paid attention to the red leaves in the mountains, Bleeding a pile of faith today! This woman seems to have never forgotten her dreams.Her dreams are not ethereal in the clouds, so illusory and blurred that people can't grasp them. Her dreams are just plants in the world, a flower and a leaf, a bright life, the power of survival, and the belief in life.So when you read Lin Huiyin's poems, you don't need to go too deep. The breeze can wipe away the dust you have accumulated for a long time and make you forget the fatigue brought by the years.

Perhaps Lin Huiyin also relied on these clever words to relieve fatigue and forget pain.Everyone has a dark wound in their heart, this wound is not easily revealed to others, and they dare not touch it easily.I always hope to hide in the deepest corner, covered by the moss of the years, without sunlight, without rain and dew, thinking that one day the wound will fade with time.Perhaps it is true, time is the best medicine in the world, it can heal your wounds, and make the once deep-seated love blurred. The best way to forget is to keep yourself busy, so busy that you have no time to recall the past.But this is not a long-term solution. Once idle, those boundless thoughts will rush out like a tide, and the flood of memories will hurt people by surprise.Therefore, life should be walked slowly. In such a state of mind, there will be no great ups and downs, and no great sorrow or joy. A smart woman like Lin Huiyin has already understood this, so no matter what she encounters, she can deal with it calmly. Xu Zhimo's death almost took away all her dreams of beautiful feelings in her heart.She thought her thoughts would dry up and her feelings would change, but she didn't sink into sadness, she picked up the pen and wrote a clever chapter.She is such a woman who knows what kind of life she wants at any time.Whenever she comes to a fork in her life, she can clearly distinguish the way she wants to go, whether it is turning or moving forward, she is so calm and unhurried. In 1937, at the invitation of Gu Zhutong, Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng went to Xi'an to do the maintenance plan of the Small Wild Goose Pagoda, and also went to Xi'an, Chang'an, Lintong, Huxian, Yaoxian and other places to inspect ancient buildings.Later, Lin Huiyin went to Wutai Mountain with Liang Sicheng, Mo Zongjiang and Ji Yutang to inspect ancient buildings. Lin Huiyin accidentally discovered the architectural age of Yuhua Palace in Song Dynasty and Foguang Temple in Tang Dynasty in Yuci.In July of this year, the Marco Polo Bridge Incident occurred, and Lin Huiyin and his group returned to Peiping in a hurry. In August, Lin Huiyin's family took a boat from Tianjin to Yantai, and then took a train from Jinan to the south via Xuzhou, Zhengzhou, and Wuhan.Arrived in Changsha in mid-September.In late November, Japanese planes bombed Changsha, and Lin Huiyin's family almost died.This disaster made Lin Huiyin understand the value of life better. In the face of gunpowder and war, any power is so weak and vulnerable. At this moment, the people you see are still talking about saving the country sonorously, and they may be turned into ashes in a blink of an eye. The greatest pain in life is watching someone around you dying, but you have no way to save him.I am used to seeing life and death, but I still can't be calm and composed.All plants and trees in the world have friendship, not to mention people's hearts. No matter how many lives and deaths you have experienced, watching your relatives and friends leave, you will eventually feel heartbroken. After the disaster, Lin Huiyin left Changsha and went to Kunming several times.In the turbulent war years, no matter how much you want to be stable, you will inevitably run around.On this road, any place that 109 ends up is a station in life.We can regard these post stations as the hometown of the soul, but we should never regard them as the destination where we can settle down.Only at the end of a person's life can he find his true destination, and in the rest of this world, he will always act as a passer-by. The dynasties change, the country changes hands, and the world will change. In fact, we don't need to work hard to pursue what is forever.Live in the present, do everything you want to do, go to every city that you have a relationship with, see every touching scenery, and cherish every passerby who rubs shoulders. Even after going through all kinds of hardships and hardships, I have no regrets.