In middle school, Ya was very fond of Xi Murong's poems and prose, and once after she flipped through her books in a bookstore, the image of the poet came to mind. I have been thinking about it for a few days, but I am shy, so I have to give up.

One day, Ya instigated her friend Yun, who loves to read, to buy back three books written by Ms. Xi. She borrowed one of them, "Slender Grass," a book she'd been looking forward to buying since that day.

Xi Murong is a master of poetry and prose, and a painter who is in harmony with nature. At the same time, she is also a woman, a good wife, and a good mother who can't get rid of human nature. This is the image that Ms. Xi Murong sketched in Ya's mind, all of which made Ya want to understand her and enter her world.

Looking at her prose, Ya felt that her imagination was extremely rich, and her words were beautiful and fluent, like clear spring water gushing out, not like she thought that she had written after meditating and thinking about it. The reason why Ms. Xi can write so heartily is inseparable from her love for nature and her heart for every plant and tree in nature. She is good at observing life, good at thinking, and good at capturing moments of inspiration and epiphany.

Observing more life and going deeper into nature can not only accumulate materials, but also delight the spirit, so that when you can't get rid of the mundane disturbances, you can have an easy way to the Divine Comedy.

When she was in middle school, Ya liked the works of Taiwanese female writers such as Sanmao.

Ya sometimes has the feeling of a spring in her heart, thinking that the tip of the pen is flowing with endless feelings. As a result, the writer's dream of being in the clouds when she was a teenager clearly spread her wings again, pulling her current stumbling steps towards the sky. Then her heart was full of sails, and she had the confidence of a helmsman to stand against the wind.

When the hustle and bustle dissipated and the mind was as still as water, I thought that this was a good time to lay out the paper and wait for the pen. I don't want to be rich in food and clothing, and I don't want to please the public and be in an uproar. I just want to use the profundity of "Dream of Red Mansions" and the bitterness of Cao Xueqin to reproduce the style of an era. However, at this time, the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings, which is profound, that bitter, hidden in the fog of the mountains. She walked through the fog, but she went further and lived, racking her brains and browning hard, but her hands were empty, and she couldn't write. So I sighed that the writing was by no means smooth. Xin'er felt the burden of the snail and the difficult journey of the blunt plow.

I want to think about that side of the island, but there are many talented women. Raising the yellow sand in the sky, the elf woman who stepped on the camel bell --- Sanmao, with both talents and resounding. left the swan song of "Olive Tree", which ignited the nightmare of boys and girls flying. Her footprints across thousands of mountains and rivers will continue to the eternal moment, and generations of offspring will raise the dream wings of Sanmao and talk about the legendary woman.

Hazy, timeless, a beautiful bouquet of lilies. When Xi Murong painted the beauty of the sky, she spread the fragrance of lilies to the busy world. The fragrance makes people breathe deeply, meditate deeply, and chew the sweetness of life, life is so fragrant. Roland's essay flows with beautiful notes, but it also gives people philosophical inspiration. Long Yingtai's pen is sharp, and he whips the disadvantages of the times, just like the woman Mulan who dresses up as a man to fight on the battlefield.

These lifelike talented women show the eternity of life in a colorful manner. Their words are like flowing water in the mountains, trickling and beautiful. This is a heartfelt monologue that blends the self into the public and then converges into a elixir for the world to taste and appreciate. The flowing article comes from the slow flow of the fountain of the soul. And don't let go of all the trivial things in life, lock your eyebrows and close your house, and think hard. How can the words and sentences of the forced search not taste like white wax, I feel jerky, and how can others be willing to waste time and bother to explore the reason for it.

The aftermath of the article comes from the thick voice of life. The individual is the epitome of a thousand knots of the world.

Boulevard paths, winding mountain roads, straight roads...... The Shu road is steep and dangerous, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, and the rocky mountain plank road is difficult to climb. There is no road in the world, and after walking too much, you will get out of the road. We started by babbling and walking, and then embarked on the road of life. From then on, we walked on the road. We go to school and work, we measure the road under our feet with our feet every day, whether it is spacious or narrow, we have to grit our teeth and walk through. The colorful paths are beautiful, but the difficult and rugged paths are also unique......

When it comes to work, Ya never seems to have seriously considered its significance. It was inconceivable for her to stay in a unit for decades until she retired, as her father did. If she were to be like her father, who worked in a unit until she retired when she was a teenager, with her stubborn, sensitive and unbearable personality, she might not have reached retirement and would probably be gone, or she would still be there but she was already insane......

Ya was fascinated by Sanmao's books when he was in middle school, and he actually had the idea that he would travel abroad to study and wander the world like Sanmao one day. This thought actually took root and sprouted deep down. Now she remembered how unrealistic the idea was, but at the time she had no doubt about its viability.

Ya once told her friend Yun, who was studying at a secondary school in the provincial capital at the time, and actually sent her a copy of the TOEFL test questions. Ya was moved at the time, but she didn't have many ideas, but now she thinks about it and sighs: Innocent teenage friendship! It was so touching that I cried! Ya's dream of youth, the dream of youth, has no doubt about its realization. At that time, family life was difficult, my grandfather and grandfather were sick for many years, and my parents were the eldest in the family, so I not only had to provide for several students to study, but also had to bear the burden of both parents' families. She even had the idea of studying abroad, but at that time she didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Walking into society, stepping on the wall everywhere. Especially interpersonally, it is deeply troubled by Ya. She looks weak and bullied, and she is also a person who is often bullied. Beneath her seemingly weak and unspoken exterior is a stubborn heart that advocates the equality of all beings. was excluded and angry, did not make noise, did not fight, and immediately quit his job and stayed away from the place of right and wrong. This made her not grow up fast, and she is still not good at interpersonal relationships.

When Ya hears someone slandering her, she will even be petrified instantly, and Cha Fan will not think about losing her spirits. Sometimes she thinks that the "36 plans" are the best plan, not only the upper plan, but also the life-saving plan. With her personality of not being able to listen to unpleasant words and not being angry, if she insists on staying in one place, she will definitely become depressed and sick, and whether she can live in the order of human birth, old age, sickness and death is really a big question for her.

A friend from Ya's elementary school days, Xian'er, graduated from junior high school and joined a credit union in the township (her father worked for a bank in the city). Xianba was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time, innocent, lively and simple, and he came from the city, and his colleagues there looked at her horizontally and vertically, and excluded her and beat her. She was a little girl alone, mentally depressed and suffering and did not know how to deal with it.

In less than two years, Xian'er had mental problems and had to go home to recuperate. She often stares at a place in a daze, and sometimes she will suddenly punch up at her sister, who she sees as a colleague who bullies her. No matter how serious her condition is, the strange thing is that she always remembers Ya, she played with Ya during her illness, never found the wrong place, and never got sick in front of Ya. The two of them walked down the road together, Xian'er seemed to be immersed in her thoughts, and Ya kept talking to her. Sometimes Ya saw that she was too silent, and even called her name a few times, and she reacted, smiled apologetically, and fell into a state of contemplation.

When she was in elementary school, Xian'er was so smiling and lively, but Ya often thought about the meaning of life since she was a child, hoping to achieve something in this life. The ideal is distant and grand, but the reality is unsatisfactory, and the Ya Ben in his youth often frowns slightly, looking thoughtful. The two of them are completely opposite personalities, opposite states. Now, Xian'er has been destroyed by real life like this. Ya often wondered what would happen to her if she was in the situation of Xian'er? Xian'er is lively by nature, but she is depressed and sick, what about herself? Will you go crazy? Now that I think about it, Ya is glad that she changed jobs. If she is a fairy, it must be a trivial matter to go crazy, and it is a high probability to turn into a wisp of smoke.

Sanmao's idea of "life is not about quantity but quality" is deeply ingrained in Ya's mind, and it is Ya's dream life to travel all over the rivers and mountains like her. When the ambition is intense, the ambition is difficult to pay has become the past and sighs, and the way of living like Sanmao has become her yearning. Work, job hopping, and life are a kind of experience for Ya, and getting insights from them and writing down words seems to be what she really wants to do in her heart......

Ya always walks on the road, looking at the scenery on both sides of the road, watching the people coming and going on the road, and understanding the feelings on the road......

She is like a seed in the center of the earth, rooted in the deep soil......

When Pangu opened the world

His body that fell with a bang turned into the sun and moon, mountains and rivers, and the earth

I am one of his hearts, buried deep underground

I remember the blue sky with colorful clouds floating

I remember that the sun shone on the earth and everything was like gold

I remember the majestic mountains and beautiful rivers

I remember the birds singing and the flowers scenting all over the ground

I remember the horses galloping in the wilderness, the wind blowing the grass, and the cattle and sheep were low

I remember how wonderful the earthly world was

How I want to live between heaven and earth and breathe freely

Unleash my high-spirited body

But I was crushed in the darkness of the earth

I've been in despair, I've been in pain

The beauty of the memory still makes me unwilling in the end

I will break through the boundaries of the earth and come to the earth

I want to blend in with the earthly world

I don't want to be dark and lonely again

I absorbed the aura of the earth and strengthened myself

I grew up little by little

My roots are getting longer and longer

I encountered endless layers of ice

The ice enveloped me like amber

From then on, I was no longer afraid of the cold

I went through the grinding of ice and frost swords

How many tens of thousands of years have passed

I gradually woke up

I was revived by a warm current

Open your eyes

I saw a dazzling red

Could it be that the sun is coming to save me?

The heat wave is rolling

I was burned to the core

I dodged with difficulty

The fiery tide rushed

I knew it was magma

From then on, I became the body of Vajra, and I was no longer afraid of fire

experienced the baptism of cold ice and heat waves

I finally became the seed of fearlessness

How many tens of thousands of years have passed

I have moved to the center of the earth

I'm going to keep growing up like a snowball

I'm going to keep my roots firmly in the ground

I'm going to stick my head into the blue sky

I will stand up to heaven and earth as my father has done

Absorb the essence of heaven and earth

Breathe in the fresh air with the scent of flowers and plants

I'm going to use my dusty eyes for thousands of years

Greed sees the beauty of the world

I'm going to use my ears that have been lonely for thousands of years

Listen to all the wonderful sounds of the world

I want to enjoy the gentle breeze of the white clouds

I'm going to let the birds stop happily on me

I will let the rain wash away my long-suppressed heart

I'm going to let the wind sweep away my long-bound hands and feet

I want to let my thirsty eyes see all the mountains and the sea......

My myriad dreams swirled in my head

My endless longing rushed through my heart

I must break free from the shackles of darkness as soon as possible

I will always stand in the light

I will not succumb to the darkness

I will not be decadent and hopeless

Because fiery dreams burn in my heart

I have wandered to the center of the earth

My roots stick firmly into the ground

I am no longer afraid of all obstacles

Because I am already a copper-headed, iron-armed, and incorruptible body

The flame of dreams burns brightly every day

The light calls earnestly overhead

I must grow into a towering tree

Stand up to heaven and earth like your father......