(I also walked this road. It rained all the time that day.)

(This article is published in the internal newspaper)

When climbing in Emei, I met many devout mountain climbers or temple worshippers. Most of their targets are Jinding of Mount Emei, where the lotus blossoms and the Buddha shines

      (Photographed on the Lijiang River in the rain)

I don't know much about Mr. xf after graduating from high school. If it wasn't for his trip to Guilin last year, he might have been one of my teenage classmates who got separated. Last autumn, I was depressed and wanted to go out for a walk, so I called xf jun, "If you decide to come to Guilin, give me information after booking the ticket, and I will pick you up at the airport." He was very cheerful.

When I put down the phone, I vaguely remembered his appearance as a teenager. In a flash, I had not seen him for almost 15 years. What did he do and how was his life? I never asked myself. However, when the emotional entanglement is too deep to be solved, a phone call is still as straightforward as when he was young. There is no affectation and politeness, and he simply needs to tell him his purpose easily. These are habits left behind when he was young. It seems that I have never thought about changing.

At the end of February, before the red lanterns in the streets and alleys have faded, rape flowers will be in full bloom with the shadow of the Lantern Festival. My daughter learned to ride a bike in winter vacation. Her favorite sport all day is to ride a bike along the path by the Jiang'an River. After completing her enrollment, she said to her daughter, "Let's go to the riverside by bike." I think she would be happy. Sure enough, she agreed without thinking. In fact, my heart is thinking about the rape flowers planted on the riverside at the beginning of last year.

Jiang'an River is a river passing through the city. There is not much scenery in the river, and because the government has no intention to control it, the smell of water is not flattering. Only, since last year

Some things are innate, such as my love for brush fonts.

More than ten years ago, I visited an old gentleman of the calligraphy association during the summer vacation. He was 69 years old that year. This was to relieve the depression after the college entrance examination and chat about some trivial things. That day, the old man appeared to wave ink at will, like flowing clouds and flowing water, like a dragon. In a moment, he was speechless. Standing there, he was overwhelmed by the ink fragrance. It seemed that he saw those characters in front of him, dressed in black and white gauze, softly dancing a dance of ink and wash in the south of the Yangtze River. Each scene represented the true color of life. The old man looked at me in a daze and said in a pet tone, "Come and try.". At that time, when I was young and didn't know fear and panic, I took over the brush and wrote Su Dongpo's "Chanting Nujiao, Remembering the Past in Red Cliff" without any calligraphy foundation. After reading, the old man did not comment, but just said: "A little savvy

(Photographed at Riyueping, Xiling Snow Mountain)

  (Pictures and texts belong to me ）

I like the present moment very much. The orange light is as warm as the sun. I spent my spiritual journey on a mountain 3500 meters above sea level, in a hut far away from the city for vacation. My daughter has fallen asleep safely. The crowd of bonfire dance outside the window has dissipated. The ashes of the bonfire seem to be telling the revelry and passion of the last quarter of an hour. Suddenly, this mountain, There was silence. Like the ups and downs of a piece of music, the front section is high and exciting, and the back section is stable and peaceful.

This moment belongs to me. No more mountains, no more water. There is no longer a bumpy journey. There will always be a time in life when you don't care about the purpose or the way home

Published in Chengdu Daily, subject to change. http://www.cdrb.com.cn/html/2012-11/26/content_1737581.htm  

On a sunny afternoon, I took my daughter to KFC. The warm sunshine sets off her daughter's excitement, which makes people feel that simple life and life can be so clear, clear and happy. So, sitting in front of the window, I stretched out my hands to touch the long lost warmth brought by the sun with my fingertips. Just at this moment, a boy of 17 or 18 years old appeared in front of him, motioned with his hands on the paper in front of his chest, and looked closely. It was a fund-raising activity for disabled children. Without reading the details, he saw that his work card was impressive

  Time flow gap, sometimes late autumn. The ginkgo leaves in Chengdu are yellow. If leaves leave branches, what will happen to branches? What about Ye?

On a warm sunny afternoon, standing under the ginkgo tree, I caught a glimpse of that leaf, floating with the breeze, then falling to the ground. Another piece, still so. It seems to be silent, but there is a clear sound. Listen, is it the weeping of falling leaves in the deep silence? Susu, cut.

Where are the branches? It was still a deep and affectionate look, watching the falling leaves, and looking down for the trace of her passing. But one is high in the air and the other is low to dust. Is there a long distance between them? Is it thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers? Or an invisible resistance?

You are in the mountain, but you are in the water.

Bend over, hold the ginkgo leaf in the palm, shine with the sun, look at the traces of branches left on the leaf along the lines, and the impression on the end of the leaf should be the last time they separated