Chapter 30 Sanjusanyiyi

Some people say that Lin Huiyin's life is like a drama, although there are no big ups and downs, but there are twists and turns.Those passers-by who come and go in her life are very busy on the stage. It is also said that Lin Huiyin's life is a beautiful collection of poems, writing a hymn of youth in April in the world.Others say that Lin Huiyin's life is like a pot of millet porridge, cooked slowly over the fire of time, the longer the time, the more fragrant it will be. There are thousands of Lin Huiyin in the hearts of millions of people, so it is normal to have disputes about her character and mood stories.Just like the long history, which has long since disappeared in the wind and dust of the years, we can only rely on some book allusions to explore the vague yesterday.This woman named Lin Huiyin has only been away from us for decades, so the past about her is still vivid in my mind.If there is a real destiny, her soul will be transformed into tens of billions, and we will definitely meet her in the way we want.

Everything in the world has a soul, so even Lin Huiyin, who is not the most magnificent, can also conjure up many beautiful postures.Even ordinary people who don't know a word can make their life full of poetry; even ordinary people who don't read a verse can understand the profound meaning of Zen.In this noisy world, we all need a place suitable for ourselves to put our soul.Maybe it's a quiet house, maybe it's a book without words, maybe it's a labyrinthine path, as long as it's where your heart goes, it's a post station, and you won't be so confused when you start in the future.

In the past few years, Lin Huiyin seems to have stopped thinking about the past, devoting all his energy to his career, no longer immersed in nihilistic emotions, and no longer cares about success or failure.Forty-seven years old, for a healthy woman, she still has enough energy to cope with the trivialities of life, but Lin Huiyin, who has been ill for many years, feels that she has reached the age of twilight, and all she has to do is to let herself be in her twilight. Bloom the most beautiful flowers. This reminds me of epiphyllum, which always chooses to bloom at twilight, and when it blooms, it is extremely gorgeous, as if to release the beauty of a lifetime in an instant.However, the fact is that the flowers bloom only tonight, and it is difficult to see tomorrow.The so-called short-lived flowers, those who appreciate the flowers take a nap, and then miss the blooming process, and then fade away dismally after the extreme.Is Lin Huiyin the epiphyllum?When she was young, she was that white lotus, alone and elegant under the moonlight, but now her face that has been taken care of by the years is no longer what it used to be.She chose to be an epiphyllum, and she gave up after blooming brilliantly.

Lin Huiyin thought he could grasp the little time left in this world.She is well aware of her illness, so she is not willing to waste any more time.In 1951, because of the illness of the traditional cloisonne craft that was on the verge of bankruptcy, Lin Hui went to the factory for investigation and research with Gao Zhuang, Mo Zongjiang, Chang Shana, Qian Meihua, and Sun Junlian, and designed a batch of novel patterns with national style. Presented a batch of gifts for the Asia and Pacific Regional Peace Conference and the Soviet Cultural Delegation, which were well received by the public.

Lin Huiyin is a truly talented woman, she has a unique vision and extraordinary insights in design.Half of her achievements are due to her hard work, but more are due to the spirituality in her bones.Whether it is poetry creation or design works, it is inseparable from that spirituality.Therefore, we don't need to explore deeply about things related to Lin Huiyin, and we will feel like old friends at first sight.Her elegant charm and brilliant talent are like a ray of spring breeze blowing through everyone's heart, fresh, gentle, soft and vivid. In 1952, Liang Sicheng and Liu Kaiqu presided over the design of the Monument to the People's Heroes, and Lin Huiyin was appointed as a member of the Monument to the People's Heroes Construction Committee.Many relatives and friends around her persuaded her to rest for a while and find a quiet place to recuperate. However, the stubborn Lin Huiyin still took part in the design work when she was sick. Together with her assistant Guan Zhaoye, after careful deliberation and repeated research, she completed the pattern design of Xu Mizuo.Xumizuo made Lin Huiyin form a relationship with Buddha in the dark.The blossoming lotus petals recede from the earthly lead, and there is an indescribable quiet beauty.

In May of the same year, Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng translated the book "Reconstruction of the Destroyed Areas in the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union" in order to meet the upcoming construction climax, and it was published by Shanghai Longmen Publishing Company, providing a reference for national construction.The following days could not be leisurely and leisurely. Lin Hui responded to the appointment of "New Observation" magazine and wrote "Zhongshan Hall", "Beihai Park", "Temple of Heaven", "Summer Palace", "Yonghegong" in a very short period of time , "Forbidden City" and a group of articles introducing ancient buildings in my country.

Such an achievement makes people speechless in admiration. Perhaps only Lin Huiyin can do it in this world. I always believe that everything we bother to do is actually fulfilling ourselves. This is a process of accumulation, from nothing to something, and from something to nothing; from willingness to reluctance, and from unwillingness to willingness.Just for the day when I leave this world, I can have less worries and regrets, not for perfection, but for peace of mind.In fact, along the way, every season has flaws, and every story has hidden wounds.Emotions are false and real, and time is on and off. It is really not easy to make yourself sober.What you want may not belong to yourself, but what you get may not be what you expected.

Whenever dusk falls and the evening breeze walks into the window, Lin Huiyin still can't restrain the feelings in his heart.Without Xu Zhimo, she seems to be living firmly, but Zhimo's departure is always a dark wound in spring.No matter how hard Lin Huiyin tried to hide his feelings, he couldn't heal the wound. Beside him, there is Liang Sicheng who dotes on her and loves her, and Jin Yuelin who respects and pities her, but their love cannot warm the coldness in that corner of her heart. The corner that belonged to Xu Zhimo, Lin Huiyin imprisoned it, made the weeds grow wildly, and the light rain kept pattering.She is willing to make an unusual sacrifice for a lost soul in this way, but no one notices it, because Lin Huiyin will not let anyone enter that poetic pure land.

She used her beautiful life to write a thick and well-proportioned collection of poems, looking forward to one day when she reunited with him in a certain world and listened to him explain the past and future. Only one person understands the true mood. Xu Zhimo is the man who can accompany her to build dreams, Liang Sicheng is the one who devours the fireworks with her, and Jin Yuelin is the one who is willing to silently wait and share weal and woe with her.Some people are worthy of her life's affectionate writing, some people are for her to spend the rest of her life in peace, and there are still some people for her to let her down at will.

Intermittent tunes, the most beautiful or gentle night, with the stars of the day. On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have Two or three elegant flowers, covered with emotional flowers nameless expansion The fragrance of wild lotus, The moonlight in every quiet place. The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or The surface of the water is wrinkled like the brocade of fish scales. The vastness in all directions is like a dream Rippling with the wandering past in the center Without a trace, anyone know the picture, The reflection of memory sinking underwater! It's really well written, yes, on the stalk of memory, who doesn't have two or three graceful flowers, covered with emotional flowers, unfolding namelessly.But not all memories are blooming, some are obscure and withered.

Just like not all the past is beautiful, there are still many remnants that we want to erase but can't.Some people say that you can choose to forget the painful past, but even if you forget it, it doesn't mean that it really doesn't exist.Since it is a process that cannot be omitted, I have to endure it silently, treating it as an ignorant mistake made by a young and inexperienced person. There is no fate that can last a lifetime, no matter how gorgeous the feast is, there will be a day when it ends.Knowing this, why bother to gather and disperse.We are all passers-by in the scenes of life. Some people came in this scene, and some people lost in that scene.If we can't keep the promise, don't make promises lightly. Even when we grow old, we can still taste the glass of fine wine brewed with troubles and happiness alone.