In the evening, sitting scattered in the well, Fang Tian let go of his heart, and his consciousness was floating.

This is the first attempt at a new way of practice – sorting out consciousness. There is no purpose, no direction, as long as it is the things that float in the consciousness of his mind, they are all objects that he analyzes and sorts out.

Fang Tian didn't care what was floating in his consciousness, in fact, he was still quite curious about it. Fang Tian was very interested to know, if this continued, in a continuous month's time, what would appear in his consciousness, from front to back?

It's the first day.

Fang Tian sat upright for a while, and after his consciousness lost the restraint of his mind, he began to become active, and then, perhaps some imprints of his previous life were too profound, and the first thing that came out of his consciousness was twenty-eight words:

There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.

This is an ancient poem in Fang Tian's previous life, even if he doesn't know who the author is, anyone who looks at this poem will know that the person who wrote this poem should be an idler. ――If you weren't an idler, you wouldn't be so chic and at ease.

"If there is nothing to worry about", in fact, it is difficult for a person in the world to achieve "nothing".

Moreover, those things are not "idle things", but related to life, even if they seem trivial and insignificant, for the parties involved, they are all big things.

"Green ants are freshly brewed with wine, and the red clay is a small stove. If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of it?"

Travel through time and space, and return to the past life, Huaxia, the Tang Dynasty, a certain day in a certain year and a certain month, well. It was supposed to be winter, and in the evening, it looked like it was going to snow.

Those who know something about this kind of weather will know that at this time, the sky is gloomy and cold, and the evening is coming, it is easy to make people feel cold in their hearts, and then they are bored and lonely.

And in those days, there was no air conditioning and heating, and there were no bright lights. A person, if you want to get rid of this boredom, the best way is to stay with your family, and then. Sit around the fire.

In ancient times, there was a book called "Fireside Night Talk", which should have come from this way.

If the family is poor. There is no stove. It's still okay, no matter how cold the house is, you always have to cook, so it's the same to gather around the stove in the pot house.

The so-called "pot house" is a house with a pot and stove for cooking, that is, the kitchen of later generations. But of course, it's not an induction cooker, it's not a gas stove, it's a wood-burning stove. Often, there is a lot of firewood piled up in the house, which can be straw, wheat stalks, bean stalks, etc., or broken wood segments, or dead leaves falling from trees in autumn and winter.

In short, at such a time, there must be fire and people.

The flame rises, and when it comes close to that bright rise, the human body warms.

Friends or a family get together and rely on each other, even if they don't talk about anything, people's hearts are warm.

Warmth is the thing that people need most when they feel lonely or cold, whether it is cold in the heart or cold in the body.

-- In the previous life, when many people were in a bad mood, they liked to eat and drink, stuff their stomachs full, and then bury their heads in a deep sleep, and wake up with nothing to do. In the final analysis, in fact, it is the most primitive method to "warm" yourself.

From the beginning, in the evening of this day, it was going to snow, and in such weather, Bai Juyi used four sentences and twenty words to write a note and send an invitation to his friends.

This reunion, the situation should be good. But no matter how good it is, it lasts for one night, or at most, the next day.

But this note, in the river of time, carrying these four sentences and twenty words, has been floating leisurely and freehand, floating into a landscape that spans thousands of years, and has become a warm image in the hearts of many people.

But look at the poem a little:

"Green Ant New Brew Wine", with wine, the living conditions should be good, and if it is compared with the same era in the later generations, that is, Fang Tian's era, there should be at least a private wine kitchen at home.

"Red clay small stove", note that this "small" is not the kind of large stove that can be used for several people to sit around, but a pocket-sized one, the smallest can be as small as holding it with two hands, used to warm your hands, just like an ordinary pear or apple, the largest, that is, slightly larger than several times.

This kind of small hand stove, in the poet's time, was the standard official palace and the exclusive use of large families.

Combining these two points, it is clear that this poem is actually an "idle" poem, when "the sky is snowing late", you don't have to worry about whether the monthly salary is up or down, you don't have to worry about whether the house price will rise or not, and you don't have to "worry about the cold weather", afraid that the business is not good, and you can't make a living for the family.

In a word, this is a life that is free from "low-level fun".

In a few small sentences of leisurely and freehand, what is hidden is a kind of transcendent and vulgar life status, a kind of life that can not be considered too much about reality and only live "poetically".

Rather than saying that the poet uses such a poetic sentence as a note, it is better to say that the poet's life is like this.

The leisurely freehand in the eyes of others is just the daily life of the poet.

Far away from firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, or in other words, this "firewood" is "cutting and burning charcoal in the southern mountains" for some people, and for such people, it is "red clay small stove";

The outer world of these people and other people is the same, but the inner and personal world is very different.

Now, standing in the position of a cultivator, looking faintly at the world and the world, Fang Tian now sees two distinct levels of life:

The first is the task life.

This is the lowest level of life. At this level, the whole life of a person is a "task", and he needs to constantly complete the task to keep himself alive or live a decent life.

The Maple Grove Mercenary Group was like this before, but it is also like this now, and it has not completely broken away.

If a person does nothing in his life, he can live a good life, just like in the previous life, if someone was born and had the personal property of the "post-80s", it would be out of the category of task life.

His life is no longer a task.

Walking in the world is not to complete one task after another, but just to enjoy all kinds of different scenery.

He can be a poet by profession but he may not write a poem for the rest of his life, he may be a painter but he may not sell a painting for the rest of his life, he may be a salesman by profession, but the purpose of this salesman is only to make a little girl who is also a salesman, or the daughter of the owner of the company can also be.

All in all, his profession can be from all walks of life, but these are only deputy positions, and there is only one main job, which is "leisurely".

The qiē of life is all for leisure and freehand.

Born in the world, but without a trace of fireworks.

This kind of life is named "Fun Life" by Fang Tian.

Play with whatever you find interesting, and ignore whatever you find boring. -- He has the right to ignore it.

Is this another interpretation of the previous "establishment of the world", "travel of the world" and "passing through the world"?

Fang Tian thought so faintly in his heart, recently, he had already faintly felt that the analysis of this "Third World" was not so thorough, and on this basis, it should be possible to go one step further.

But no matter how deep it is, Fang Tian lacks a key. (To be continued......)