When everything is familiar, when the mind has settled, the days in the mountains, except for feeling less personal, do not begin to be boring and lonely.

Although Zhou Yi was born in science and engineering, he has always liked Chinese classical literature and traditional Chinese culture.

He turned out the Chinese textbooks of his junior high school and high school years, as well as some other literary works and magazines, and savored them when he had nothing to do, and there was a different taste in them.

In the past, when I was studying, or for exams, I needed to chew and swallow, I had to swallow, I had to digest it alive, and I had to be able to spit it out, which was a little sweet and bitter.

At this time, there is no pressure on the body, carefully appreciate the selected texts, look at the original notes, or joy or happiness, or thoughtful, the immature pen may not be all immature, but there are always some worthy of maturity of us to reminisce and feel.

In the bright morning, in the secluded valley, when the light of the early morning had just been revealed on the other side of the mountain, Zhou Yi stood on the corridor on the second floor with a pale yellow textbook in his hand, facing the fresh wind, holding a book in one hand, and chanting aloud:

“…… The moonlight poured silently on the leaves and flowers like flowing water. A thin green mist floats in the lotus pond, and the leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; It's like a dream wrapped in a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a faint cloud in the sky, so it could not shine brightly; But I thought it was just right - a good night's sleep is essential, and a nap is a flavorful ......."

The voice was low and frustrated, just like in the classroom back then, the voice was clear and clear.

It was such a clear and clear voice, in this deep valley, above this blue lake, spread far away, spread all over the wilderness, and also reached Zhou Yi's heart, moistening the dryness in the depths of his soul.

If it was outside, in the midst of the crowd, Zhou Yi would never dare to read it aloud like this.

I used to be able to, but now I don't dare.

He has never been a thick-skinned person, but he is very sensitive, and in many things, even if he pretends to be casual, cheerful, and flattering, he is still a shy person after all.

Solitude in the mountains, in many cases, gradually let him enjoy.

It has been said that if a person can enjoy solitude, then he can be said to be an introvert.

Zhou Yi feels that he is an introvert.

Although many times, many friends and classmates think that he is cheerful and loves to laugh, and there seems to be nothing unhappy.

Mr. Zhu Ziqing's Lotus Pond Moonlight, when I read it in the past, I felt that it was twisted and contrived, and it seemed to be too decorated, but when I read it aloud like this today, Zhou Yi felt a trace of inexplicable melancholy, which was the melancholy hidden in the most beautiful depths, the melancholy that belonged to that person and that era......

Zhou Yi can no longer consider and analyze sentence by sentence like he did "reading comprehension" back then, and he is not willing to do that kind of analysis again.

He thought that perhaps such an article would be more appropriate to read on a particular day, under some hazy moonlight, than on such a clear morning.

Perhaps, if you can, if under that moonlight, on the shore of Naming Lake, you can really wait for some more lotus with green leaves in the fields, it will be better.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to enjoy the moon with wine, and then have a pot of fine wine, and use this chapter to drink?

After reading in the morning, I simply ate a meal across the water, teased the dog, looked at the bright wind and tomorrow, and returned to the study again, spread out the grass yellow paper with a large grid, and pressed it with a paperweight; gently melted the ink in the inkstone; A sharp round and sturdy pen tip was dipped in the ink, pressed and lifted it a little harder, skimmed off the excess ink color on the inkstone, and looked at the European character book inscribed by a famous calligrapher in front of him.

In the book, it says: The gentleman is harmonious but different, and the villain is the same but not harmonious.

Zhou Yi looked at one or two for a long time, and raised the pen straight down, and the twelve characters came out like flowing water.

Writing calligraphy, Zhou Yi is not a professional, and he doesn't plan to rely on the profession, it's nothing more than a self-cultivation, as for how the writing is - he feels good and has improved, that's it.

When he was in elementary school, he learned words with his aunt for a few years, and after junior high school, he almost never mentioned the pen again, but now he writes, or because of different feelings of life, or because of different moods, he has only practiced for a few days.

Zhou Yi learned words, in fact, did not learn the penmanship of those famous calligraphers, but just learned the symmetry of the calligraphy structure, and did not make a mystery, just think in his heart, write uprightly, don't say how good-looking, always quite upright.

He looked at the twelve words, felt that there was something bad, and repeated the practice many times until he felt tired, and then he gave up.

At this time, the sun has just risen!

The days of this day are really long.

There are a lot of times, and you can do everything, such as going to see the free-range cattle and sheep; Pour some spring water into the canal; Or look at the growth of peach trees and vines, and see the ripeness of peaches; Mess around with a few more dogs; Or go on the Internet and watch the news, it's easy and comfortable.

Sometimes, you can take out your guitar and play it.

Zhou Yi has been learning guitar for a long time.

At the beginning, I thought it was "cool and handsome", "the voice sounded good", "it didn't seem difficult to learn, the cost was not high", "everyone has learned, I will learn too" - with such an idea, Zhou Yi, who didn't have much self-control, began to fish and dry nets after learning for three or five days......

So up to now, Zhou Yilian doesn't even understand how to hold the guitar and which notes the six strings are.

It's just a bit basic, and there is a tutorial in my hand to learn, there are many tutorials on the Internet, and although it has been abandoned for a few years, the guitar tone is still good, so playing, never a tune, only listening to a tone is quite clear, to finally be able to play a chord, follow the music, and sing a song for self-entertainment, which is also a great achievement and joy.

Whenever it is time to sing, because there is no one, you can sing loudly with confidence, no fear of good or bad, you can always open your mind, feel the beauty of the rhythm of every syllable and every piece of music, and always show your feelings and voice in your heart to the greatest extent......

When the sun reached the top, the summer cicadas began to chirp, and the ones who "knew and knew" were small cicadas; It was the big old summer cicada that was screaming like an electric bell, and it was very noisy.

Fortunately, these old cicadas were all on the tallest tree in the high mountain, and when they reached Zhou Yi's new house, the sound was already very small; And those little acquaintances, it didn't take long to sing, and they were eaten clean by those evil big roosters and big hens as snacks.

The sound of cicadas combined with the summer heat wave has become the best lullaby.

Zhou Yi lay on the recliner, swaying slowly, feeling the warm summer breeze, and fell asleep quietly......

……

He was jolted by the barking of dogs.

At some point, the three dogs, who had been sleeping peacefully, were filled with electricity again and made a fuss.

Even the most lazy rhubarb on weekdays, who was troubled by the naughty ghost Zhou Xiaohei and the clever ghost Zhou Xiaohua, finally couldn't help but make a fuss, and the loud dog barked and heard the howl of the old wolf in the depths of the jungle.

Zhou Yi wiped his eyes, rubbed his face, slowly woke up, stretched his waist for a long time, his bones crackled, and he felt that the spirit and spirit of his whole body were replenished.

What do you do in the afternoon?

He was on the net for a while, and with nothing to do, he took a book on traditional Chinese culture, a fishing rod and countless homemade bait, and went to the water's edge.

Zhou Yi didn't go to the stone cave near the water's edge - it was too open and dark.

He sat down under a big tree by the lake, threw his bait and hook, fixed his fishing rod, took the book, and read it with relish.

Such wind, such sunshine, such green grass and green trees, such a warm and mild summer afternoon, you must always go outside to walk and sit, so as not to be disappointed!

Time is like the water of this lake, you don't see its rise and fall, but it has passed.

The torrent of waterfall that hangs upside down like a silver curtain, and the sound of water roaring beyond the valley, is the best proof of this.

Zhou Yi's afternoon is not just about fishing and reading.

He may also go to see the little animals, take care of the plants and trees, or see the wild flowers blooming on a certain tree, and inevitably water some spiritual spring water to reward him; Or he valued a certain grass flower in the space, so he carefully transplanted her, moved it under the eaves, moved it to a small porcelain tile pot, and placed it in the living room and corridor......

There seems to be so much that can be done, but there is really nothing that must be done.

In this way, the sun deflected again, and gradually, only half of the body was exposed, with a reddish and even bleak red, fire-like color.

Many people give it a name: Remnant Sun.

It is beautiful, even if it is just the clouds that are reflected red, it is so beautiful; But it also means that one day passes, and it means that countless lives come to an end on this day......

This is the last daylight that a certain group of people, or a certain group of living beings, may see. Or, many living beings only have one time in their lives, and they fall lonely with the end of the sun.

A reincarnation has come to an end.

Here, the pale yellow tone of the erhu is the best thing, the most beautiful thing.

Some people say: Erhu is still a little sad.

When it comes to erhu, the first thing that comes to many people's minds is an old man, or even an old blind man, who plays the hoarse and vicissitudes of music in the most depressed place.

But the erhu can also be melodious, louder, and cheerful.

For example, at the moment, Zhou Yila's is like this.

His erhu wasn't good, but it was good enough to hear the clear tone.

Zhou Yi learned erhu, at first because he was a good student in the eyes of the teacher, he joined the only interest class in the primary school at that time, and later, after learning from the erhu uncle downstairs for some time, he finally still has some appearance, not like a guitar, he doesn't even know how to play the tone......

In the silence of the strings, the sun finally sank - into the other side of the mountain, or perhaps the other side of the sea - and the moon gradually rose there, cold and bright, lonely and peaceful.

At this time, nesting alone in the sofa, holding snacks and popcorn, and watching a lonely movie may be Zhou Yi's best choice.

The night in the mountains is the quietest, even if there are countless insects singing, even if there are countless stars twinkling, but what you can feel can only be quiet, more and more silent, with the shadows of the grass and trees, it seems even more bleak.

Perhaps the barking of the three dogs is the only hilarity.

Whenever this time, Zhou Yi thought, perhaps, there should be someone around him......

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