Writing Prose on the Interface of Time

Missing is born of distance. Sometimes emotions are just so inexplicable. Missing a city is like missing a person. I don't know whether missing is devouring time or time is drowning time. In this way, an emotion floats in time.

In my eyes, time has become a long, sweet cane. From this paragraph to the interface, there is always a clear mark, which is connected with the 24 solar terms and the laws of nature. Day after day, year after year, period after period ... And life seems to be an interface every Friday, with a small change in five years and a big change in ten years, so standing on a certain interface often suddenly feels old. Helpless, looking at the time so hard, it is often engraved on the face, and this heart. In fact, time, you subtract one day and add one day, which will never come back and never end. Today that year, I went to Lijiang, a mountain city, and today, I went to the south.

That's how I feel. The plane was originally facing south, crossing 180 degrees in the sky, turning around, heartless, leaving only one rib, carrying me and my soul, and heading straight for that distant place.

Looking back on this Spring Festival, you spent your winter vacation in Tianya, I waited for my sea in the rain and fog in the north, and she turned the prayer wheel in Potala Palace. It seems that we are living happily alone in each other's way. Yes, in life, we always hope that this kind of happiness can reach that kind of happiness forever. But how far is forever in this world? Perhaps only the silence of time can achieve eternity.

It's two thousand miles away. How can this plane travel through time and space? It is night outside the window, and the boundless night engulfs my vision. It was dark outside the engine room, and I suddenly realized that I was at an altitude of several thousand meters, and a huge inexplicable sense of depression came at me. Close your eyes, tilt your head back and let your thoughts fly for a while. Somehow? In the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I prefer to stand in the cold winter and be blown by the cold sea breeze, and I don't like the heat of summer alone. Usually, it is almost frightening to talk about color changes in summer. I once thought that maybe my last life was a China wood frog in the sparsely populated Changbai Mountain. So this has nothing to do with the fact that the body born can't stand the scorching summer? Under the scorching sun, I will feel my hair and every nerve in my body burning. Brain cells roll, brain expands, and thinking is short-circuited. Inexplicable irritability sometimes makes me lose confidence and direction, just like a headless fly. But at this time, I found that the real flies and mosquitoes seem to have become smarter. Occasionally I see flies and mosquitoes around me. When you lift the racket and drop it, it disappears. When you go back to the original place and sit down again, it falls on you or not far away, biting you and watching you, leaving you helpless!

I don't like the brevity of summer nights. It seems that I can't bear this pain at all. My eyes are closed and open, so fleeting that I can't even dream. Such a night is really not fun at all. I like the long winter nights, especially enjoying such a space: spacious study, full of soft lights, a computer and a cup of tea. You can enjoy swimming in the sea of books or online, or you can fall asleep with daydreams. Good dreams or nightmares are all dreams. When you wake up, it can still be silent at night or in the morning. I found that my mind is clearest at this moment, and my soul is closest to my heart. I can also use this time to think quietly, filter deeply and save the truth, goodness and beauty for a new day.

I'm not used to summer colors. Too thick and too bright. Red is purple, purple is red, green seems to flow down, and yellow is too irritating to the eyes. If "colorful" is another word, it is "heavy makeup". I always like subtle colors, subtle feelings, subtle friendships, subtle manners, subtle smiles ... Maybe subtle flavors can leave more room for expression and perception?

I am afraid that the storm in summer will come soon, and I often feel caught off guard and hard to prevent. Although I have always believed in preparedness, I am used to making a careful plan before doing anything, and I also imagine the possible or even the worst result. However, when the storm came, it was dark and suddenly seemed isolated from the world, and the poncho umbrella could not stop the storm. A person driving in the wind and rain can't help but wonder if it will be washed away by the rain like an accident. Knocked down by lightning? Fear, loneliness, helplessness, etc All the weaknesses of human nature cannot stand the baptism of a storm and are exposed naked to the world.

Although summer makes me feel that I have no dreams to do and nowhere to escape, I often envy those who like summer. I think they must have summer-like enthusiasm for life! I often ask myself, maybe I lack strength in my bones, maybe I am not enthusiastic about life, otherwise why can't I bear the summer of four seasons?

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I feel that the plane is bumping violently and the fuselage begins to drop a little. Take back your thoughts and open your eyes. Looking down through the window, is it ice or snow? Let the black land in memory become the vast sea of Wang Yang. Is it a brightly lit village? It's like an island emerging from the water. At this moment, I can't help but think of Xiang Xue, Linhai, the beautiful Northeast, and you in the distance. ...

The plane finally landed, walked out of the cabin, walked into the passage, and saw a string of ice hanging outside the transparent wall. Isn't this passage temporary? How did it turn into ice in a short time? This passage has no doors, no windows, no gaps, and I don't know where the cold comes from. At that time, all this gathered in my heart and condensed into one word "cold". According to the reservation, the hotel has a car to pick it up. Under the dim light of night, I feel inexplicably that this airport looks like a railway station. The car is warm, the hotel is warm, and my heart is getting warmer. It is said that the Songhua River is close by the hotel, but I didn't notice it when I passed by. Out of curiosity, I settled my room, put down my luggage, went out of the hotel gate and headed for the river. Across the railing, there is ice and snow everywhere, where is the feeling of the river? It's only half a moon, and your greetings come quietly when you are half awake ... Suddenly, in the ice and snow, I feel that flowers have covered my romantic cabin. Heart, warm, as if a fire is about to burn. Ice city, I have been longing for it for a long time, and it has appeared in my mind countless times! I will spend three days with you this holiday.

On this once-in-a-lifetime night when two festivals overlap, I finally entered the "world of ice and snow" that will no longer be a legend. The senses seem to be completely new at once, but in an instant, the world is completely different. So, what about my old world? Where have you been? I can't remember this moment, and I don't want to go on. Looking up, neon lights reflect the crystal clear ice city in front of us, like palaces, castles, mountains and colorful clouds. Because neon, originally a natural phenomenon, is the colorful brilliance of clouds in the sky. Rainbow is also a natural phenomenon, that is, rainbow, colorful rainbow. Neon lights were originally used to attract attention at night or to decorate the night scene. Therefore, using "neon" as the name of this lamp is itself a kind of charm and bewitch. However, it is said that the earliest light source of ice lamps was mainly candles. Now, people have combined this bright ice with modern photoelectric effect so perfectly that this magical and dreamy world can be presented.

It's just hard to imagine when these magnificent buildings were completed. I heard from friends that before the construction started, all the ice cubes were frozen in advance according to the design size. It's really all ice. At the time of construction, the principle of building is the same as that of building walls with cement, except that the materials are not cement and masonry, but ice cubes are put on the ice cubes, then water is poured on them, and they are glued together with cold air, so that the bricks are built one by one. My friend also said that you must be careful with your hands when watering, or you will be stuck together by water and ice. I wonder if this is true. But I keep suspense. I have no vision, no experience and no research. Just secretly thinking, even if it sticks, the consequences will not be so serious, right? Because from water to ice, from ice to water, in the final analysis, it is only the change of material state. In addition, due to seasonal reasons, short construction period and many craftsmen can also be described as a major feature of building an ice city. It is said that this ice lantern, as the largest "cultural export", will be specially legislated in Harbin to standardize its production standards and production team and clarify the "origin of Harbin ice lantern".

One side of the soil and water, one side of the customs. Harbin International Ice and Snow Festival is the four major ice and snow festivals in the world, with the longest duration, the largest number of tourists and the greatest international influence. Among the other three world ice and snow festivals, Sapporo Ice and Snow Festival is dominated by snow sculpture, Quebec Winter Carnival is famous for its ice castles and carnivals, artists in Oslo, Norway make musical instruments with ice, and Harbin presents the world with ice lanterns-a colorful world.

In an independent ice city, the cold wind blows gently and does not feel cold. Looking up at the sky, I think the heavenly palace is so festive tonight. Look at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, making the atmosphere more magical. Look at that beautiful, brightly lit place, there is a big man. Walking in the snow, I feel that the whole person is light, really like an illusion. Wrapped in a thick fur coat, the scarf was wrapped around the apprentice layer by layer, leaving two eyes. Standing in front of the old carriage, I took a photo. It seems to have the taste of "cliff" stills, but I feel as wonderful as Andersen's fairy tales in my heart. Yes, life is accidental, but this encounter is inevitable. However, after walking through this real ice city, I feel as if I am walking on an emotional road. I keep reminding myself that we are all passers-by, so avoid slipping, but be extra careful.

You must be addicted to that Mattel popsicle one after another. Cross the exotic central street, stand under the elegant and extraordinary Hagia Sophia church with clear water and red bricks, look up and fly and swim with the flock of white pigeons. I think what I want to insist on is just to have a normal heart in all the sudden trends of persistence and abandonment, gain and loss, success and failure. In fact, whether it is that person or this life, if it is a dream, what matters is not the ending but the process.

I watched the years pass by at your feet, and the bright moon was alone in the tall building. We all know the truth of the degree, but sometimes the degree is not here, and now the sky is there. Just like this pot of tea in front of us, no matter the taste, whether it is hot or cold, we just drink it to our heart's content. This is our scale, and it is also a scale. Staring at the circular lamp pools filled with water hanging from the ceiling overhead, it looks like one issue after another. Yes, good or bad, there must be an end. Because I like this number, it is so round and perfect. Maybe you like ellipsis, everything goes without saying ... period, comma, a little farther, a little closer. Life is like this, leaving and coming back, because the unchanging arms are waiting all the time. See spring again, bloom flowers fall, and the end point returns to the starting point. Life is to draw circles, one by one, until you die.

I also think of the distant story of Yunshui Zen and the haunting sound of nature. I think from the beginning, the real cloud water man bid farewell to the Zen master. Zen is sixteen miles away, and you have to say goodbye. The Zen mind folded the willow and sent it away with tears, and the clouds and water played a song to send it away. In addition to the empty platform of Buddhism, there is two of a kind's sincere feelings. This song is called: Shui Yun Chan Xin. Legend has it that a few days after Yunshui left, Zen died of depression and died young. At the critical moment, on the lyre, the first note of this song pops up, and my hand hangs down and dies. In fact, there is no Zen between clouds and water. It is only because people have pinned their thoughts and emotions that they have a Zen state of mind. Think about it, and you will have the artistic conception of Zen. Therefore, there is Zen between clouds and water. You can realize it with your heart, an epiphany. Listening to that song, I feel the water is as pure as a cloud. I don't know where I come from, and I don't ask where I'm going. The euphemism is silence, just like crying ... only, tonight, the song will come to an end. You see, the lights are dim, "until, holding up my cup, I ask the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let us three", I sing and dance with the snow, and I dance with the dim lights.

If the meeting is a reunion after a long separation, then the blessing will always be there. I will never forget it. Is this snow, this ice city, and the tinkling sound of water overhead also full of the long-lost reunion between you and me? I always remember Xi Murong's "Meat Cutter": ... I want you to come to me from thousands of miles away only because of this moment's low back and gentleness from cloud to fog to rain and dew, and only because I want the world to know that soft water will eventually become a meat cutter after repeated persistence. "I'm thinking that both the snow and the ice come from the clouds, but the enthusiasm and measurement of the clouds never lies in the width, but in the long desire like water. So, let's continue our frontier with the wish of the cloud, perhaps this is the original intention of the cloud. I always feel that forgetting is remembering, so I forgot my appearance at the moment I turned around. You are still immersed in my night, neither dark nor intimate, as before.

Occasionally stop and look back, helpless, years only take us forward. There is always an emotion that can be left blank, but there is no suspense. This is a kind of beauty. If, then, I beg the pigeons in Hagia Sophia to send me a message. I don't want to miss your azaleas again this season. If nothing else, look at the snow. It has come and gone, and this scene seems to be not over yet. ...

Time flies and I see the ferry again. Farewell, ice city, this is the real ice city!

I always think that emotion is an objective subjective consciousness, not an ability, but contains infinite power. Standing on the interface of this time, dipped in blood, full of emotion, put pen to paper. However, I don't know how difficult it will be to remember this situation again after many years.