Recently, I have read many books in Mr. Translator's works, and when I went back to translate, I was pleasantly surprised to find many moments worth recording. As I get older, my memory deteriorates, for example, I can't remember what to pick up when I leave the door of my room. So, as soon as I have an idea, I want to write it down. I used to write by hand, but lately, I've come to think that typing is good.

The gentleman is saying: The tea leaves picked during the day are piled on the ground in front of the hall, called green leaves. After the night dinner, the green leaves were fried in the tea stove in the back room, the tea picker and the young men of the main family were mixed, laughing and laughing, and the fried green leaves were fiercely fired, and the pine firewood burned was cut from the mountain in the second half of the first year, split and stacked like a pile on the wall, and the sun was dry.

I suddenly remembered when I was a child, my parents were in the primary school, my family was divided into a large building, a total of two floors, the upper part of the house, the lower is the classroom, the kitchen is opposite, there is a compartment for chickens, my father made his own room for chickens, or a single room, very spacious, each single room with a trough, when I was young, I liked to watch the chickens eat rice, although it was hard, but it was still cute. The biggest thing about a chick eating rice is that you look hard, but the chick doesn't raise its head to eat rice, and it doesn't care what kind of eyes you look at it.

On the side of the classroom is a large wall, and every weekend parents will chop firewood on the flat ground in the corner of the wall, and then stack it neatly in the corner, sometimes with too much firewood, it can be piled up to half the height of the wall. There was only a small pine tree in front of me, and I had a photo with it. At that time, my parents went to work very closely, and the downstairs was the classroom, unlike now, we get up very early in the morning, and we have to be on the road all the time, and we have to hurry up for fear of being late. I remember that there were often elementary school students at home for dinner, and on weekends there was a queue for my mother to cut her hair, and I watched from the side, counting how many I cut, all for free. That is not the concept of collecting money as soon as you do something, but you feel that it is a shame to talk about money.

I grew up eating fruits, and at that time, I had never seen apples or watermelons. The fruit is picked by the students from their own fruit trees and placed at the door of the kitchen, I don't know who put it, sometimes there are too many, there is no refrigerator, my mother wants to go to the class and say don't send the fruit, I can't finish eating, I give it to the students, don't do it, say it's too much. It's all peaches and plums, I love to eat ripe plums, but children don't pay attention to it, and often forget to eat it with cold water, and they will have diarrhea. I still don't have a long memory when I pull it, so I still eat it.

I like to burn potatoes in the fire pit in the kitchen and eat them, bury them in the ashes, blow the fire with a fire bucket, and sometimes I hear a whirring sound, and the adults say: fire laughing, there are guests coming to the house. It seems that guests come every day because there are often fried peanuts to eat. The kitchen is very spacious, and the worst part is that the chimney will catch fire after a long time, and my father carried a scoop of cold water, set up a ladder, and poured water down the chimney, and I realized that cooking would set the house on fire. My kitchen is next to a big road, and many people have already walked with my parents, and the old man said that there is silver buried underneath, but I haven't seen my parents secretly dig up at night. This underground wealth can also be paid in laughter.

Peach blossoms are difficult to paint, because they must be painted quietly

Jiu'er likes to draw, but has no teacher. If you like it, you can use it to paint and paint, and it is not orthodox. Once, I suddenly wanted to paint peach blossoms, and on a whim, I ran out with an easel to paint, and the petals of the tree were full of flowers, and people were drunk to see it. After painting for a morning, I always couldn't draw well, and I felt that there were still peach blossoms in my heart when I looked down and painted, but when I looked up, I found that it was not the peach blossoms I had just painted. Is it that the peach blossoms have changed, or the wind is too strong, or that his eyes are not good, Jiu'er has always had bad eyes, and he often looks away. I was puzzled, until I saw Mr. say "peach blossoms are difficult to paint, because they have to be painted quietly".

Mr. can always say that in Jiu'er's heart, just like a green leaf, you can draw the shape and color, but you can't draw the image of the leaf, with the current scientific explanation is that the green is the green of the color, not the green of chlorophyll.

A static word from Mr. reveals the true meaning of difficult painting. In this impetuous era, it is difficult to calm down and listen to a song, let alone listen to Jiu'er's chatter. But Jiu'er firmly believes that this chatter is like spring water in the mountains, which will nourish and irrigate your heart. More and more people know how to look inward at themselves, instead of asking outward, asking for nothing and increasing their troubles.

Another example is that some people who are originally very talented in literature have been busy with officialdom for many years, and their hearts have been unable to calm down and write, that is why a writer often has no more works after becoming famous, and his heart cannot go back. Moreover, I also have a lot of worries, afraid that I will be caught in pigtails if I say the wrong thing. Or you have to have the demeanor and momentum of a big coffee to speak.

The same is true for learning, first of all, we must endure loneliness, on this road, loneliness is the norm or it can be said that the practice of life is your own lonely journey. Jiu'er talks about a knowledge, not to say to agree or emulate, the knowledge accumulated by the predecessors who have exhausted their lifelong energy is worthy of being treated with a humble attitude by the younger generations. The reason why Jiu'er likes to debate is not only because he has a pair of eyes that transcend the mortal, but also because he is very charming when he does learning. Jiu'er talks about Zen, and the same is true. Zen is originally Eastern wisdom.

Some people may say that you are also a very obsessed person. But it is because of the obsession that he achieved the debate, he was fifteen years old in Chang'an City Yongyangfang Dazong Temple monks, under the tutelage of the Dazong Temple scholar Daoyue, and later changed to live in Chang'an City Jinchengfang Huichang Temple. For more than ten years, he devoted himself to the study of Buddhism and understood the Mahayana sutras. In 645, Master Xuanzang returned to China, and he was selected to join the Xuanzang translation field to translate and sort out the materials of the "Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty" for Xuanzang. With his dedication to studying Buddhism for more than ten years, Jiu'er was impressed. Just like Sister Ailing, who has devoted ten years to studying "Dream of Red Mansions", how can such a soul not be fascinating.

Mr. in "This Life and This Life": "The saffron in my countryside is carried by the woodcutter, and the cauliflower and bean flower are in the house, but people do not plant flowers, and there are only hibiscus willow flowers on the fence, and potted plants on the roof tiles of the building windows will also bloom, but they are not considered flowers." Sister Ah Huang next door planted a pot of Zhicao flowers on the short wall of the backyard, which can only be used to dye nails. This is not a flower is a flower, and people are not people who look at flowers and appreciate flowers, it is really good for people and flowers. The peach blossom is the only one in the well in the village, and the spring is so bad that it is difficult to harvest and manage, but it is still simple and quiet, just like when I was a child. ”

Zhicao flower is a kind of flower that can dye nails, also known as impatiens, small pink, is an annual herbaceous plant of the impatiens family, which was often pounded by young girls and smeared on nails for nail art in ancient times. Native to China, India. There are many flower colors, the common colors are red, light purple, white and yellow, light gold, pink and other colors, because of its flower head, wings, tail, feet like a phoenix, so it is also called impatiens.

In Mr.'s book, I was pleasantly surprised to find this kind of flower that dyed nails when I was a child, and the old family of Jiu'er called it: Golden Phoenix. We call it henna flowers, but in fact, its name is impatiens.

I remember when I was a child, there were kinds of henna flowers in the neighbor's garden or in the bonsai on the balcony, and the henna flowers could be seen in the yard of each house, some were one or two, and some were planted in a large area, and the colors were also varied, including red, white, pink, purple, and single-layered, multi-layered, and the bright red was used to dye nails, which was a childhood memory. It is often said that the older a person gets, the clearer the memories of his childhood will become, and the things in front of him will be forgotten when he turns his back.

In childhood memories, girls who love beauty not only have beautiful flower dresses, but also red nails dyed by their mothers with henna flowers. In the summer, pluck the henna flower and mash it, and my mother will put a little alum in it, she said that if you put it, the nails will be dyed redder, and then pick a little mulberry leaves, and use it to wrap the mashed henna flowers around each nail, and tie the outermost with a string, so that you can go to sleep, and when you get up the next morning, the beautiful red nails can be dyed.

There is a neighbor aunt planted a lot of pink goldenrods, aunt like us to pick henna to dye nails, a flowering period, children can be happy, aunt lives on the second floor, she has an adopted son lives next door, the balcony is full of goldenrods, I like the color of goldenrods, but, I don't like to pick, every time I pick off the heart I feel uncomfortable, so every time I use the corners of the clothes to make a net pocket to hold the petals picked by other children, the edge of the clothes full of petals is like a basket of flowers born from the stomach. But I like to touch the flower seed with my fingers, which is a magical flower seed that explodes and explodes into a new world. The old man compared this and that little girl to: golden phoenix seeds.

The background color of the golden phoenix can dye the women of the world, and the flower seeds can explode into a new world, and the things in this world are so interesting and surprising.

If you calm down, you will also hear the sound of the golden phoenix exploding and hear your heart. Maybe you are a poet who has been delayed by work, or you are busy and quiet, and you will find that life can also have Zen.

What about you, friend, what are you delayed by?