Before I left Denby Road, I saw the end of an era, the demise of a culture, as television came along. Before there was a TV in that house, when the men came home from work, the tea was already on the table, the fire was blazing, and the radio in the corner came out with soft words and **. After they were washed, they sat in their seats. There were women, children, and everyone in the house who could coax them downstairs. Plate after plate of food flew out of the oven, tea was boiled, and beer was served. Men take off their pullovers or jackets and wear shirts, exuding the radiance of life. They chatted, sang songs, and told everyone about the day. They habitually swear, argue, and shout, then kiss each other, reconcile, and so on for more than six hours, and at 12 o'clock in the evening or 1 o'clock in the morning, ** go to bed. "It's a winter night for the English writer Doris Lessing. The British night is lively and full. The winter night of the Chinese is like an ink painting, with a lot of white space and free. There is also food, but it is pure and poetic. - But that was a long, long time ago, and now we're at the end of an era, a period of the demise of a culture, people being hacked and kidnapped by mobile devices. My dad often falls asleep with a short **. My friend Kelly's mother had cancer surgery the year before last, and she woke up from anesthesia and stretched out her right hand from the bed to ask for her mobile phone: "Douyin......"I really hate these kidnapping days. I love the winter of Zhu Ziqing and Zhang Dai. Zhu Wenli: "Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It is a 'small foreign pot' (aluminum pot) boiled tofu, which is piping hot. The water is rolling, like a lot of fish eyes, and small pieces of tofu are raised in it, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat worn backwards. The pot is on the 'foreign stove' (kerosene stove without gas), and the stove is smoked black and black, and the whiteness of the tofu is revealed. It was night, and the house was old, and even though it was lit with 'foreign lanterns', it was still dark. Sitting around the table were my father and my brother. The stove was so high that my father had to stand up often, tilt his face slightly, look at his eyes, reach into his chopsticks from the hot air, pick up the tofu, and put them in our soy sauce dish one by one. After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Dai wrote a sketch to record going to the Huxin Pavilion in West Lake to see the snow. The lake is full of people and birds. "When I got to the pavilion, there were two people sitting opposite each other on the carpet, and a boy was making shochu, and the stove was boiling. ”
Zhang Dai seems to have painted a poetic landscape with a brush
The shadow on the lake, only a trace of the long causeway, a little pavilion in the center of the lake, and a mustard with the rest of the boat, and only two or three people in the boat. ”
At noon, the snow had not yet melted, and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, I saw a black spot on the river beach, and it was the people who were playing there. There are vendors selling a kind of ski cushion that children can sit on and slide down the slopes of the Yangtze River beach. A friend told me that his hairstylist also went to a stall selling these ski cushions because of his bad business.
Yesterday afternoon, it was too cold, I sat in front of the little sun and read a book, and S sent a message to ask me to go to the soup together. The good thing about freelancing is that the time is basically controllable.
I immediately packed up a change of clothes, ate a piece of dark chocolate and went out. When I went out, I was already excited and looking forward to it, and applauded this proposal. The hunch was a very enjoyable weekend. Sure enough, soaking in the warm water, the whole person became relaxed and happy. When I close my eyes and look in the misty bath, I feel the boundaries of the buildings disappear and I seem to see the universe. I think it would be better if I was soaking in the hot springs in the wilderness, the open-air hot spring pools made of stones, the snowflakes fluttering on one side, there were not even stars in the night sky, the air was very fresh, and there were no people in the four fields.
We soaked until dusk and had dinner before we went out to take a taxi home. When I got home, I felt tired and slept until half past ten in the morning.
Winter is almost over, only to find the fun of bathing, a little pity. Make an appointment to soak once a week before the weather warms up.
When I took a bath, I had some thoughts, one was that I felt that it was too expensive and too luxurious, and this kind of enjoyment should not be deserved, and it was not good for cultivation. Another idea is, "Ah, take a bath as soon as possible, and you won't be able to soak when you are old", and those with old arms and legs will really feel tired. When I got out of the house with my shoes on, I saw a group of families with two children consulting at the front desk. You can stay overnight, eat fruit, have dinner, get a massage, and take a bath. The front desk waiter said that there were a lot of people that night, and I was afraid there was no place to rest. Two children ran over to their parents and asked: "Adults, have you done it, why are you so verbose", I saw them pushing their suitcases, and couldn't help but ask them curiously: "You guys are from **?" Even the children looked up at me and did not answer, they probably did not think that someone was talking to them in a strange city.
Carrying the bag and walking to the side of the road to wait for the bus. The air was damp and cold, and I curled up in a large yak wool scarf, like Rika Akana in "Tokyo Love Story", and that day she and Nagao Wanji also came out of the hot spring, wrapped in a down jacket and happily walking under the stars with a basin. That kind of happiness is similar to that of me after taking a bath.
If you take the old road, you can't get to a new place", I told S the "chicken soup" that a work partner told me a few days ago. In the Year of the Dragon, we are all taking a new path, and I still had expectations at the beginning, but today, I suddenly figured it out, and I don't expect anything anymore, I will do my best when I want to do it (including being happy), and I won't chicken myself when I don't want to. Is introspection a mess on your own? It doesn't seem to be, is it resignation? It doesn't seem to be, is it a Buddhist lineage? It doesn't seem to be. I just feel as if life should be like this, so that's it.
I didn't understand what S told me before, "Learn to delay gratification", I have been watching the story of Su Shi and Su Jin for the past few months, and suddenly understood what he meant, "Don't pay too much attention to the immediate interests and magnify the immediate difficulties", people's lives are so long, and the small ups and downs in front of us, small gains and losses, are really nothing, most things we have to stretch our lives to know whether the gains and losses are worth it, but at that time it is no longer important, and it is not ourselves who judge us. Take the path you need to get to a new place with every step. As long as you are not on the old road, or walking, running or lying down (not lying down forever), you will always see something different. I think that's enough, because that's who I am.