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The years are like a long scroll, unfolding slowly. The historical situation and the fireworks in the world are all depicted by the brushstrokes of time. We walk in it, every step is a search, every eye is a lingering.
The ancient rhythm of sunrise and sunset seems to have blurred in the busy life of modern people. However, when night fell and the lights dimmed, the thoughts in my heart drifted into the distance unconsciously. I am reminded of Tao Yuanming's "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan". Is it so leisurely, has it ever appeared in our life, but it was covered by busyness and distraction?
Walking in the ancient streets and alleys, the pavement of bluestone slabs is intertwined with the traces of time. The old handicraft shops are like windows of time, displaying all kinds of handmade products. Each piece carries the painstaking efforts and wisdom of the craftsman, and the delicate lines and delicate colors are the imprints of the years.
The old teahouse on this street corner is a witness of the years. Pushing open the mottled wooden door, it is as if you can hear the sigh of history. In the teahouse, the lights are dim, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, and the old people sit around the table of the eight immortals, or taste tea, or listen to plays, or chat. The strong aroma of tea is intertwined with the human touch, forming a unique atmosphere.
The ancients said: "The mountain is not high, and there are immortals." The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. "Although this ancient town is not big, it has its own charm. The small bridges and flowing water, the whitewashed walls and tiles, and the ancient roads and old streets all seem to come from the long river of history, telling one story after another. And those craftsmen are the inheritors of these stories, and they weave the long scroll of time with their hands.
Walking in such an ancient town, the soul seems to have been baptized. I remembered the phrase "There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it." Such a sincere meaning may be the awe of the years, the love of life, and the dedication to craftsmanship.
As night wore on, I left the teahouse and wandered through the alleys of the ancient town. The moonlight was like water on the ground, and the stone pavement shone with a silvery glow. The small bridge and flowing water in the distance resemble an ink painting against the background of the moonlight, which is breathtakingly beautiful. I can't help but think of the poem: "The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk." "Such a beautiful scenery must have fascinated the ancients, right?
The years go by, and the personnel are like a dream. We are looking for our own footprints in this long scroll and tasting the sweetness of life. Maybe sometimes we feel lost and confused, but as long as we feel and cherish those beautiful moments and scenery with our hearts, as well as those warm people and things, we can find the true meaning and beauty of life.
The years unfold like a long scroll, and we wander through it. Every step is a pursuit, and every glance is a lingering. And the flowing ink fragrance is the gift of time and the taste of life. Let us savor and feel the tranquility and beauty in this long scroll, so that the soul can be baptized and sublimated.