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I can also sleep for an hour or two, otherwise I would have to sleep in the morning every day and I wouldn’t be able to stand it anymore.
Having said that, everyone should still pay attention to their health. It is not good to grow old before you get old.
About an hour, an hour! Change it back, everyone should go to bed early and watch during the day.
It has been two years since my year was prefixed with the word "thirty". As a person who doesn't understand optimism, I received a lot of hints and influences from these two words. Although I clearly feel that my physique and energy are no different than when I was twenty-nine, the concept of "thirty" hangs over my head like a parasol, casting a dark shadow over my whole body. The shadow seems to have torn off a page of Beginning of Autumn on the calendar. Although the power of the sun has not diminished, and the heat on the cold and heat dial has not decreased, it can only be regarded as the lingering power and residual heat, or the forerunner of the end of frost. The festival of the earth has been handed over to autumn from now on.
In fact, my mood over the past two years is the easiest to reconcile and blend with autumn. This situation is different from before. In previous years, I only admired spring. I like willows and swallows the most. Especially the young willows that are first dyed goose-yellow. I once called my residence "Little Willow House", and I painted many pictures of willows and swallows. I also picked long willow leaves and framed them on thick paper to create eyebrows in various styles. I imagined these eyebrows. The face of the owner, and the eyes, nose and mouth are added below it. At that time, every time in early spring, at the turn of the first lunar month or the second lunar month, I would see thin beads hanging on the lines of the willow branches, with a faint cyan color but "not visible up close but not seen from a distance", my heart would be filled with a kind of ecstasy. This ecstasy immediately turned into anxiety, as if it was often saying: "Spring is here! Don't let it go! Try to entertain it, enjoy it, and keep it forever." I read sentences such as "The beautiful scenery in good times can't help the sky", and I once said sincerely move. I thought the ancients cherished a wasted spring. There are lessons to be learned from the past! I will never let it go empty in my hand. Especially when we meet the Hanshi Qingming Festival, which the ancients deeply regretted, I feel even more anxious. On that day, I always want to have a celebration that can fully repay this festival. I will probably compose poems and paintings, or drink and wander. Although most of them are not implemented; or some are implemented but have no effect at all, and instead get drunk, cause trouble, and gain unpleasant memories; but I am never discouraged, and I always feel that spring is lovely. I seem to only know spring in my heart, and the other three seasons are regarded as preparations for spring or rest time for spring, and I have never noticed their existence and significance. As for autumn, I have no feeling at all: because summer follows spring, I can regard it as the excess of spring; winter precedes spring, and I can regard it as preparation for spring; autumn, which has nothing to do with spring, has always been in my heart. There is no place for it.
Since I reached the beginning of autumn, my mood has completely changed in the past two years, and it has become autumn. However, the situation is different from before: I don’t feel the same ecstasy and anxiety in autumn as in the past. I just feel that as soon as autumn comes, my mood becomes very harmonious. Not only do I not have that kind of ecstasy and anxiety, I am often attracted by the autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn colors and autumn light and melt into the autumn, temporarily losing my place. And for spring, I am not indifferent to autumn like in the past. I am very disgusted with spring now. Whenever everything returns to spring, when I see the flowers blooming, the bees and butterflies buzzing, and the vegetation and insects vying to breed and reproduce everywhere, I feel that the mediocrity, greed, shamelessness and ignorance in the world are nothing more than this! Especially when I was young, seeing faint green beads hanging on the willow branches and dots of red spots on the peach branches made me feel ridiculous and pitiful. I want to wake up a stamen and say to it: "Ah! You have come to repeat this old tune! I saw countless of your ancestors, all of them were born like you, and all of them worked hard to develop and compete for glory; soon there will be no more One does not haggard but turns into dust. Why do you bother to repeat this old tune? Now that you have grown this evil root, in the future I will see you playing coquettishly, pretending to be funny, and you will be ravaged, destroyed, and broken. Follow in the footsteps of your ancestors!”
In fact, people who have welcomed the coming and going of spring more than thirty times have long been tired of seeing flowers, their feelings have become numb, and their enthusiasm has cooled down. They will never be as fascinated by the illusion of flowers as a young girl who has just seen the world for the first time. He is tempted by the posture and praises it, sighs it, pities it and cherishes it. Moreover, nothing in the universe and on earth can escape the principles of prosperity and decline, rise and fall, birth and death, existence and nonexistence. Past history clearly proves this, and we don’t need to say it again. Countless poets throughout the ages have spent time and again writing poems about regretting spring, and I find this kind of imitation disgusting. If I were to say anything about life, prosperity, death and death in this world, I would feel that life and prosperity are insignificant, and would rather praise all death and death with joy. How humble, enlightened and great was the latter's attitude towards the greed, ignorance and cowardice of the deceased! My choice between spring and autumn is also for this point.
Natsume Soseki once said this when he was thirty years old: "When you are twenty-five, you know that there are benefits in life; when you are twenty-five, you know that where there is light, there must be darkness; as of today, when you are thirty, you know that where there is much light, there is also a lot of darkness. When joy is intense, sorrow is also heavy." Now I deeply agree with this statement; sometimes I feel that the characteristics of thirty are not limited to this end, and what is more special is the sense of death. Young people often talk about life and death when they are in trouble in love. However, this is just a matter of knowing that there is "death", not a physical feeling. Just like drinking ice and waving a fan in the summer, you can't feel the taste of a winter night sitting around the stove in a quilt. Even those of us who have experienced the cold and heat of more than 30 degrees Celsius still cannot feel the feeling of sun bathing under the scorching sun of the past few days. Things such as surrounding the stove, hugging quilts, and bathing in the sun are just empty knowledge in the hearts of summer people. They only know that these things will happen in the future, but they cannot experience their taste. It must be autumn, the scorching sun has exhausted its power and gradually recedes. The skin soaked with sweat gradually shrinks. Wearing single clothes seems to be about to shiver. When the hand touches the French velvet and feels comfortable, we surround the stove and hug the quilt. Only then can knowledge such as sun bathing and bathing be gradually integrated into the experience world and turned into body sensations. After I reached the beginning of autumn, the most special state in my mind was the feeling of "death". My thoughts were so shallow before! I thought that spring can always be in the world and people can stay young forever, but I didn't think about death at all. I also think that the meaning of life is only to live, and my life is the most meaningful. It seems that I will never die. Only now, with the help of Qiu's compassionate light and the aura of death, do I know that the joys and sorrows of life are an old tune that has been repeated hundreds of millions of times in heaven and earth, so why should we cherish it? I just want to be delivered and escaped peacefully in this life. If you are suffering from a crazy person, why should you care about the confusion during the illness? Just asking him to get rid of his illness.
I was about to put my pen down when suddenly black clouds filled the western window, a bolt of lightning flashed from the sky, there was a faint sound of thunder, and a sudden burst of autumn rain mixed with hail fell. ah! It turns out that the beginning of autumn has only passed for a few days, and the autumn heart is immature and immature. It is inevitable that there will be this disharmony, which is terrible!
What I want to tell you is not about the customs and customs there, which are endless. But you will understand it once you go there and see it, so there is no need to dwell on it. What I'm talking about is a very interesting thing, which is a boat. You usually take rickshaws, trams or cars in your hometown, but there are none of these in my hometown. Except for using sedan chairs in the city or on the mountains, boats are the only way to get around. There are two types of boats. The ones usually used are "black-awned boats" and the ones with white awnings are mostly used for sailing. Taking a night boat to Xiling is also very interesting, but it is always inconvenient for you to sit on it, so I won't talk about it. The larger awning boat is called "symenngoa" (symenngoa), and the smaller one is a foot-rowed boat (pronounced uoa), also known as a small boat. But the most applicable ones are the "three ways" in the middle, that is, the three bright tiles. The canopy is semicircular, made of bamboo pieces, with a bamboo basket in the middle and painted with black oil. Between the two "fixed canopies" is a sunshade, which is also semicircular, with wooden latticework and inlaid pieces. The small fish scales are about an inch in diameter, quite transparent, slightly like glass but tough and durable. This is called Ming Wa. Three clear tiles means there are two clear tiles in the middle cabin and one clear tile in the back cabin. There are probably two oars at the stern, and a bamboo pole at the bow to steady the boat. The bow of the boat is frowning, like a tiger, but it seems to be smiling. It is funny but not scary, which is not the case for white-canopied boats. The height of the three awnings is enough for you to stand upright, and the width of the cabin can accommodate a square table. Four people can sit and play mahjong - I'm afraid you have learned this? The boat is really a small boat. You sit on the bottom of the boat, and the roof of the boat is two or three inches away from your head. You can rest your hands on the left and right sides, and your hands are exposed outside. Being in this kind of boat is like sitting on the water. When you get close to the field bank, the soil will be close to your eyes and nose. Moreover, if you encounter wind and waves, or if you sit too carelessly, the bottom of the boat will turn upside down, which is dangerous, but it is also quite dangerous. Interesting is a characteristic of water towns. But you don't have to take it. It's better to take one of the three boats.
You can go out by boat, but you can't be as impatient as someone who takes a tram and expect to get there right away. If you go out of the city and walk thirty or forty miles (the mileage there is very short, one mile is only one-third of a mile), you have to prepare for a day for the round trip. When you are sitting on the boat, you should have the attitude of traveling in the mountains. Look around and see the mountains everywhere, the tallow trees on the bank, the red and white apples on the river, the fishermen's houses, various bridges, and sleep when you feel sleepy. Take out your essays and read them in the cabin, or make a bowl of tea. I like the area around Jianhu Lake outside the side gate, Hejia Pond, and around Hujin. You can also go to Lougong Port and ride a donkey to visit Orchid Pavilion (but I advise you to walk, riding a donkey may not be suitable for you). It's quite interesting to enter the city at dusk when the east gate is hung with plum blossoms. If the road is not calm, you can sail to Hangzhou in the afternoon. The scenery is the most beautiful at dusk. Unfortunately, I have forgotten the names of this area. The greetings from the boats passing by, as well as the barking of dogs and the crowing of cocks in the countryside, are also very interesting. Hire a boat to go to the countryside to watch temple operas. You can understand the real fun of old Chinese operas, and you can move freely on the boat. You can watch, sleep, and drink if you want. I think it can also be regarded as an ideal way to have fun. . It's a pity that these performances and receptions have been banned since the Restoration. The imbecile people of the middle class have built "Shanghai-style" theaters in places such as the "Bu Ye Guild Hall", and everyone is invited to buy tickets to watch Shanghai's cat plays.
