It was obviously a cold winter, but I felt the breath of spring, and this year's winter was exceptionally warm.

Even the snow is less.

I don't usually bother to go out on a sunny day, but today I have to brave the snow to go out to visit a sage, and my mother said that I may be frozen stupid.

Just like attending a grand wedding, I dressed up and dressed lightly, which is a kind of respect for the interviewee, the clothes should be carefully chosen, the corners of the mouth should be smiling, and I embarked on a happy journey in the morning with full of anticipation.

Today I have a very important task, I am going to visit the sage and ask her about a very abstract philosophical question—where have the long-forgotten spiritual beliefs gone.

Nowadays, while material civilization is becoming more and more abundant, people have never inherited or inherited even the most fundamental spiritual culture.

For a group, faith is, to some extent, equivalent to a person's spiritual thoughts, which is essential to the healthy growth of the group. Just like a person with well-developed limbs but a very chaotic mind, no matter how big the steps are, it is better to figure out the direction in which he wants to go first.

Otherwise, the farther you go, the more you run.

In this era, the liars are rich, the drama is popular, but the cultural belief is like a chrysanthemum that has passed the Midyear Festival, and no one pays attention to it. This scared me, as if I heard the sound of the city of Lin'an a thousand years ago.

Nowadays, people have long been materially worry-free, but spiritually they only accept those fast food that is not nutritious

I don't worship foreign flattery, nor am I arrogant, nor perverse, I want to go to the sage to verify that it is a kind of spiritual food that can be inherited and not eaten by the ancients.

Therefore, it is difficult for people like me to have friends, so they can't travel together.

I am driving the snow today to find a cultural belief that has been lost for many years, and the sage I am going to visit has stood in the ancient Taoist temple for hundreds of years, and she is the one who knows everything. The road is long, and I have to go a long way on this road.

The first snow in 2018 was a little later than in 2002, and the lyrics were elegant and popular, but no one knew the deep meaning.

The colder it was, the more anxious the sage was waiting, and it was a longing that made me not even have time to eat breakfast, without my mobile phone or iPad, just so that everything from the outside world would disturb my mood of walking in the snow.

Fortunately, my decision was right, as soon as I walked out of the gate, the frost sky was white, this piece of silent white, as far as the eye could see, was the virgin land that I mined.

Fortunately, I don't have the baggage of thoughts, I can move forward quickly, and I don't learn from Liu Zongyuan to freeze to death in my own beauty for fishing.

Today, I specially wore my favorite beautiful clothes and played a paper umbrella, and in this whitening world, I became a bright spot,

I also knew that I didn't fit the situation, the world was a solemn white, but my conceit became a little color in the snow.

In fact, dressed like this, I am also afraid of encountering hooligan entanglement, there are a lot of hooligans in the countryside, this may be related to the big environment, I don't leave home on weekdays, like a lady, today I came to the wilderness regardless of my own safety, fortunately the weather is cold enough today, even the hooligans are too lazy to come out.

Snow is a beautiful sight that cannot be praised. Although there are not a few people who Yongxue.

The more clean the environment, the easier it is to bury the unclean. It's like this snowfall.

Snow is the cleanest beauty, and its beauty lies in the fact that it uses its unique bosom, that white cleanness, to cover up all the ugliness and kitsch of the world, and let all the ugliness lie under him.

However, the snow is the most unclean, and he can only hold it down for a while, and when he is unable to stay in this world, he will become one with everything under him, and the road will become more muddy, and the filth will become more unclean.

Snowflakes are the coldest tears, and companionship is the most affectionate confession.

So, I'm not here to see the snow today.

I hurriedly wanted to cross this beautiful snowy scene, came to the ancient Taoist temple that had been broken and could not be broken again, and finally saw the old man who had been waiting for a long time, I stepped on the snow today to find her, the cold plum that bloomed in the university.

Mei should be a kind grandmother who does not bow her head easily, her personality is full of the kind of stubbornness that the children of China have in their bones, the colder the weather, the more she has to stand up for herself.

Legend has it that when King Yan swept the north, people planted this plum, and later the Taoist temple fell down, but the plum tree was still standing there. Later, she experienced a lot of catastrophes, and the Taoist temple was symbolically bulldozed several times, but she still insisted on refusing to fall, I liked her persistence, admired her tenacity, and never went against the wheel of arrogance.

After the cliff mountain, there is no Huaxia is actually wrong, since that battle, a lot of spirit has been lost, Huaxia this dragon has been spurred by the Tartars for many years, motionless and obedient, until after modern times, it has re-shaken the proud bones, vibrating majestic. This has something to do with the fact that modern people have not lost the temperament of plum blossoms.

When the flowers are rotten, who is happy in the bushes, what a great and chic smile at that time. (In order to prevent the water meter from being checked, I wrote a few more typos, I think everyone must be able to understand, because there are a lot of typos)

Unfortunately, great ideas are easy to exploit, and chic does not last long.

Mei's temperament is the only spirit that remains in China's bones after the Song Dynasty.

After the catastrophe in Yashan, there have been too many things worth inheriting, the wind and clouds have changed, and there are even fewer classics left, but even so, the 5,000-year-old civilization has left too many endless legends, and Ren Na Yongle Canon and Siku Quanshu can't remember them all.

Man cannot live without faith. At this point, whether it is Mr. Long Yingtai or Mr. Lu Xun, they have emphasized more than once that culture can save the country. Only those who have a true conscience will face up to this problem.

I remember a teacher once told us that we should be humble, we should abandon bad things, and we should criticize and selectively inherit good things, but after we completely denied the past in those years, regardless of good or bad, we found that there was nothing for us to inherit.

People tend to forget good words and refuse to let go of bad words.

Today, I walked through the snow to find plum blossoms, and I deliberately took a particularly inconspicuous path. This may have something to do with my petty personality, after all, I am single and weak.

I didn't dare to go to the nearest road, for fear of being seen by acquaintances, and being ridiculed for being a stupid boy of whose family, why should I go to such a cold time and such a heavy snowfall.

I didn't dare to take the big road, for fear that others would see the strings of small footprints I stepped on, and the bad guys would follow me and disturb my trip, so I was very careful with every step.

Occasionally, a fool like me visits the plum blossoms despite the snow, but I don't know if the plum blossoms will bloom on this day.

I want to tell those who want to appreciate the plum blossoms that the plums in China only bloom on the snow, in the bones that are not good at humility.

Attached is the Song Dynasty lyricist Hu Yan's half-que "Xijiang Moon", only as a word, and do the poetry and painting of chatting with *.

Drunk and lying in Zhongzhou did not return, looking for plum blossoms in the dream did not return, but the flowers fell to know who it was, and there was no regret that the cold wind was sad.

How many things have been asked, how many feelings have been forgotten, and the miserable will be separated from the love, and whoever drinks will be drunk.

The words have been read, and they are more in line with the situation, and under this scene, only ancient poems can fill people's empty hearts.

I looked at Mei and fell into a trance, feeling like an infatuated girl again, standing there waiting for someone to return, and this wait is hundreds of years.

There should be nothing she can't let go, she has been standing here since the year when King Yan swept the north, and she is even older than the big locust tree in Shanxi.

She has been standing here firmly, watching her people come and go, walk and come, only she stands still, what kind of spirit is this.

I remember listening to my grandfather say that ordinary plum trees can't live for so long, and I don't know who I'm waiting for, or who I have an agreement with.

Thinking of this, I crouched down and cried.

Not just because of sadness, but because the plum blossoms are so beautiful on this snowy day.

Mei, a symbol of noble and proud shore. Ling Han drove alone, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, this should be a symbol, she is not Wang Anshi's plum after all, and it is not Liu Zongyuan's snow here.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with any kind of faith, what is wrong is the beauty that is misunderstood.

The ambition of the bird, praise the heroes, the purity of the lotus, praise the elegance.

However, these beliefs have never been united in the true sense, and the beliefs that are not in harmony and cannot be united, and their own arrogant beliefs are already fragile, and it is difficult to get rid of the shackles of traditional thinking, and they are even more vulnerable, which is also the direct reason why foreign cultures take advantage of the void.

People are arrogant in their bones, Zhou Dunyi can't look down on Cheng Hao's geese, and Cheng Hao can't paint Zhou Dunyi's lotus. So I admire the plum alone, and at any time, the plum never withers, and the colder it gets, the more beautiful it becomes.

People always like to see through but not to say it, too many things are made people to understand, the essence of things is never taught by word and deed, so that after a long time, some things are really forgotten.

You can only go to the ancient poems, go to the Book of Poetry to find them, and then read them carefully.

The connotation of 5,000 years will not be bad.

I remembered a poem by a female lyricist in modern times, which is not suitable for this snowy day, but it is suitable for my current mood.

It turns out that lost is not alone,

It turned out that I was just scared to wake up.

I used to think that evening was every day,

The saddest accident,

The shadows of the evening are the longest,

It is the shadow that chases the sun,

Still the sun refuses to leave.

It turns out that people are like this,

The road is still there, and the cars are coming and going,

I'll still look outward,

Just outside the window, no waiting.

Excerpt from "No Fun" by Nagsha

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Sage, I've finished my visit, I think I should go back, before I know it's clear, the snow is about to melt, if you don't move, the road will be more muddy after the snow melts, but fortunately, my plum blossoms have been blooming here.