There are no rivers and lakes in life.

"Peach Li Chunfeng a glass of wine, rivers, and lakes night rain ten years lamp."

I think I would never have understood the meaning of these two poems if I hadn't read Yofu's "where is the country?" to be exact, I could not understand the meaning of the word "rivers and lakes".

after reading Mother on the River, my admiration for You has arisen spontaneously. In this life, I should not admire people who are rich, rich, dazzling, and luxurious, and of course, I am not willing to be mediocre without exploration. What moves me most is this kind of people: they have experienced wind and frost, fishy wind and rain. After barren and down and out, they come back from the end of life, have peace of mind, tell their own experiences, and live safely in the world.  
 

I know that their hearts are bitter. Compared with today's calm, they still have the days when they were drunk and unable to sleep and cry. It's just that the skill and serenity in the heart conveyed by the words are enough for me to envy for the rest of my life. For a writer like

, all I can think of for the time being is Yang Jiang, including Ye Fu, and after reading it today, I can think of another one, long Yingtai. Everyone and everything in this world is afraid of the word "true". Once you use your true feelings and move your heart, you have to bow your head for fear of everything.

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words are also afraid of truth and sincerity. Once the writer has a sincere heart to write, then the work itself can not defeat them in any way. They value their inner feelings more than writing itself, and they express that they are satisfied. Often, love to the depths, most of them are good results. That piece of true feelings can be seen, read, and understood.

I never thought that Yoko's words were so calm. Most of the old friends in the book are similar to him. They have gone through the facts, but they are content to live in obscurity. They have thousands of rivers and lakes in their chest to live in the mountains and rivers, in the remote areas, no one cares, no one wants to know.

sometimes the greatest pain for people comes from wanting to be understood.

so that sentence, meet love, encounter sex, are not rare, the rarest thing is to meet and understand, just be liked by so many people.

two people who love each other or don't love each other maybe because of understanding, two good friends or bad friends, or because of understanding. Living in this world, such a seemingly glamorous era, our hearts are too lonely, we may need more love and warmth, more deadly understanding than material and freedom.

"if a person can understand me, it must be the fatal reason why I can fall in love with him."

I also asked a friend why he liked that girl. He said that the girl understood him.

but compared with Nobuo, or his "old friends", we seem too shallow.

"secluded Sujiaqiao", from the beginning of his youth, he gave up all his achievements in the world and chose to be hidden in a mountain where "3 million people in his hometown, but almost nothing to speak with." No matter how many changes he has experienced in this life, and no matter how many ups and downs in his heart every day, he can still live in the mountains where no one speaks and walk the streets every day. He melted his loneliness in the bottom of his heart, chewing every hour of his life, and even, without this unique loneliness and silence, he might have no taste of life.

 Life has reached a new height, which is worth pursuing. In the face of the impermanence of the world, keep a calm heart, not disturbed by the secular and external environment, you can grieve, you can be ecstatic, but it does not hinder your independence from heaven and earth.  
 everyone is bitter, even if he is unknown all his life. Only the traces of the carving knife of the years are enough to make a person go through a lot of ups and downs. Sometimes I can't stop crying because I think of it. I often think about myself, when I was in primary school when I was in one school when I was in junior high school when I was in another school, I changed my environment in high school, the university changed my city, my job changed my company, and there were so many places, people, and events around me. However, life seems to have just begun. In the remaining decades, I don't know what more changes and experiences there will be.  
 

so when Grandma died, I cried out of shape. I don't know much about her life. She was old when I was born. But her life, experienced how many years and personnel changes, and even really across two different times, how many memories she carried in this life, and then left quietly, just like thousands of people.

 this is also the reason why I want to learn to be tolerant. Those who are older than me must experience twists and turns and hardships, and those who are younger than me will still have thousands of rivers and mountains waiting for them to climb over in the future. Maugham said, "think of everyone you have met as the last, and you will be much more tolerant of them." it is difficult to do this, so life requires thinking, pain and entanglement should not be pursued by people, it is more like the spice of life, when you are vain, selfless, lost, it will come out to adjust, let you find your heart.

tolerance is more important than freedom. The reason why I like Hu Shi.

 the wild man has spent half his life, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. I was deterred from his experience, but the true feelings in his experience made me salivate. When a person has such a life and this life, what is the way to live in the world?  
 

maybe I can finally understand how those who have experienced great winds and waves choose to spend the rest of their lives peacefully. Don't fight, don't fight, live a safe life.

I envy the wild man's rivers and lakes, which is a real one. Even I envy the era in which he lived, suffering so much, mourning so much, feeling so much, and loving so much.

 Yoko, as a quack man, has such a delicate heart. He feels the love of everyone, his mother's, his grandmother's, his friends, and his lover's. He is a man who knows how to love, and he can see the light of lacquer sculpture from the dark skin of a "blind man" who has been away for many years.  
 

"in an eschatological world where heroism is almost gone", he met one heroic person after another. He realized that after participating in their lives, he was not a "hero".

"freak Liu Zhenxi", I cried the worst. When he was forced to carry a wooden toolbox to and from countless counties and towns, there were always "songs of Chu" in his toolbox, which is the difference between him and those quack craftsmen.

A good friend came home as a guest and did not have the key to open the door. He held an ax in hand, cut off the lock of the door, and broke in with his friend. If this kind of spirit had not been written by the wild man, I am afraid it would only be in the historical story.

once a person has the same character in this life, no matter when, where, and where he is, he is still awe-inspiring and upright. In the face of the embarrassment of life, he can endure to survive, but he does not bow his head all his life.

 when the wild man went south to Haikou, he invited him and a friend to his house for a drink.

when the wild man and his friends came to his house, he found that there were only two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table. He murmured that the whole family had eaten first and wanted to watch them drink and chat. Later, the whole family sang a chorus to the wild man to drink and see him off. I was moved by Liu Zhenxi's deep affection, and what I envied was the deep love that the wild man had in his life.

it is this kind of emotion and righteousness that makes him laugh at the coolness of the world no matter how many tribulations and frustrations he goes through.

  Liu Zhenxi put his nose against the paper and reluctantly and stubbornly read a collection of poems written by the wild man in prison, even though he was almost out of sight.

The wild man advised him not to read it, and he insisted on reading it. From time to time he laughed like a madman and wailed like a child from time to time.

 Yoko's experiences are mostly unfortunate, but only from the point of view of his "hometown", he is lucky. And in his hometown, there are his old friends, his old feelings, and his righteousness. As for us, or as the wild man said, our hometown is like a foot-binding cloth that must be thrown away, as if we don't forget, it will be difficult to fly high. At least myself, I often feel that I have no way out.  
 

so on the road of wanting to fly high and look far away, my loved ones were lost, my friends were separated, and my "I" was gone at that time.

the wild man also has an uncle who lives calmly in a small town after experiencing joys and sorrows, love and hatred, and Li Rubo, an old friend who always walks on the edge of the world and lives in his inner world. Su Jiaqiao, who sent him from Lichuan to Enshi, by truck to Wuhan, by train to Zhanjiang, from Taipei to Hai'an, and to Su Jiaqiao, a secluded man who sent him from Lichuan to Enshi, by train to Wuhan, from Taipei to Hai'an, and from ten thousand miles to each other. "send you thousands of miles will have to say goodbye", but there is a cash-strapped, do not enter the family, sent him thousands of miles away.

 these old friends of Yoko, as he wrote, may not really have the ability to change greatly, but the generals who are fluttering in the wind and rain have indeed become a copper pea that cannot be boiled and hammered.

there is not only truth here but also great meaning.

Nobuo says that he is also a little strange about the fate of the world. Friends and books, will also be lost some, lost some, but the vast majority of the left is to grow old together to send each other a wreath.

he also said, "those who are lost in this era often can only use articles as street signals; it is as if the secret agreement of previous lives is destined for us to hold hands in this life and then create the world together; or stand up again as a human wall and die generously."

  outside the window is the ongoing night, infinite distance, infinite people. I am living, and I will live on. "

-- Lu Xun

"where there are no rivers and lakes in life". Tofu has his rivers and lakes, and rivers and lakes also have his legends.