Meet the woodshed and the other yard.

Shuizhen Bridge is located in Qianku, and the firewood house is next to the courtyard.

Looking for peace of mind in the dream, why does the ancient house love my family?

The woodshed is not big, and the other yard is different. The woodshed is another yard, and the other yard is the woodshed. Here, it is a natural, graceful and poetic Jiangnan water town; Here, it is a simple and elegant spiritual home, and here, it is a gentle and elegant spiritual life paradise.

I don't know how many times I have seen this ancient house, this yard and this woodshed. Every time I was shocked by electricity, I strongly wanted to write something, but I stopped writing in frustration every time. The reasons are as follows: first, the woodshed is too elegant and beautiful; Secondly, the article "This Life in a Woodhouse" written by the owner of the clause school is so warm that I feel that Li Bai has the feeling that the Yellow Crane Tower "has a view in front of him, and Cui Hao inscribed a poem on it".

Chai Fang Bieyuan is quietly located in Xiangdong Village, the hometown of Yingzhou Champion, a hundred miles south of the Yangtze River, and a corner of the ancient firewood pit on Aiwu Road. It is said that it used to be the largest distribution center for firewood trading in Jiangnan. At that time, the waterways here were winding, merchant ships came and went, and people came and went. Today, the water town remains the same, but there is no longer the hustle and bustle of the year. Only a row of old walls and mottled brick walls that read "Love My Family" left the old house "Chai Fang Bieyuan", which did not change the character of that year and witnessed the vicissitudes of the world, but inadvertently left a pure land and paradise for the owner of the other courtyard.

Maybe it's fate, but maybe it's God's arrangement. Two years ago, one evening when the lights were on, she wandered around Xiangqiao in her hometown and came across an ancient house. Just like a peerless lover, it was the gentle look at each other at that moment that made her fall in love with this old house deeply, as if she had found her eternal spiritual home. Then, she had a negotiation with the owner of the ancient house. Maybe they all had the same idea, and the negotiation was very smooth. Since then, with her clever heart and dexterous hands, she has started the elaborate design, construction, renovation and construction of the ancient house, and specially invited local old carpenters, old cement workers, old painters and old intellectuals to participate in the implementation of the whole project, in an effort to create a homestay with the most southern flavor, the most oriental rural flavor and the most ideological charm. After the transformation, the wooden shed clause still retains the original flavor of the old house, just like the gentle Jiangnan woman by the Xiangqiao Bridge, which has both graceful and elegant posture and charm, giving people a mellow homesickness.

Named "Chai Fang Bieyuan", such a name full of artistic conception and Zen rhyme reveals her yearning for poetic and warm pastoral life. There are pomegranates, grapes, Lingxiao, peach trees, magnolia trees and other flowers and trees in the yard all year round. Roses, bougainvillea, etc. Covered with mottled old brick walls Although the courtyard is small, it is lush, especially in such a hot summer day, which gives people the feeling that "the courtyard is deep and clear in summer, and the pomegranate curtain is open." It's noon when the ground is covered with shade, and dreaming that an warbler is a voice. The feeling of ".

The night in another yard is quiet and clear, and the fire in the woodshed is bright. The breeze is full of hazy months, and it's another year of floating life. The farewell hospital consists of three rooms with their own characteristics, namely, returning home, meditating, and clearing the heart, and there is also a tatami called Shuxin. During this period, guests can be "caring", "sincere" and "confided". I think it is a kind of enjoyment and affection to have two or three confidants sitting around the yard on such a summer night when the stars and the moon meet. The most beautiful moment to bid farewell to the hospital is the dead of night, and the noise fades from the hazy drunkenness. A cup of tea, bathed in cool breeze and watery moonlight, feels the long-lost precipitation, desolation and loneliness. When you think about it, you will feel like a lifetime ago. At this time, a person can hold his chin in a daze, or think about the Millennium, talk to the sages of heaven, and let his soul keep up with his footsteps. At this time, there is such a trembling heart: "the sorrow of the firewood shed is the sorrow of beauty, and the sorrow of another hospital is the sorrow of beauty." Standing quietly in another hospital, Chai Men, I have lost my memory like a lifetime ago. When the stars in the woodshed light up, there will be a desire to tell stories. At this moment, a person's soul and body are in such a quiet and beautiful courtyard. "

The sunset reflected the woodshed and the breeze blew away the courtyard. Tonight, I sat on the windowsill of the yard, reading, drinking tea and listening to songs. Outside the window, pomegranates are in full bloom, bamboo shadows are dancing, clouds are flying and roses are fragrant. The small courtyard looks so elegant and quiet, with little worldly atmosphere of dust and smoke. I am thinking, what kind of elegant and simple woman should she be to make her life in the dust room so Zen, warm and clear? What strength and belief made her resolutely turn away from the secular world, return to her hometown, guard a courtyard, read and drink tea, grow vegetables and flowers, spend her leisure time and become a poem gracefully. In this era when life is higher than faith, secularity is higher than truth, profit is higher than beauty, and human feelings are obscene, she must have a strong expectation in the depths of her soul, wanting to find a courtyard, a cup of tea, a casual book, a fragrant column and live alone. There must be a rainbow-like dream in her holy and pure heart.

Looking for a dream, supporting a long pole, wandering back to the greener place of soul grass. Life is just a dream. We are not only dreamers, but also dreamers. The dream journey is a journey to return to self. People will get old, their dreams will dry up, and they will be happiest if they travel all their lives and have dreams. Dreams are the hometown in our hearts, and dreams are the most beautiful. Then let's take dreams as horses, for the sake of the vague past, the departure of the soul, the distant field of the soul, the beautiful poetry, the unreachable distance, and the tomorrow that we will eventually arrive.

Meet the woodshed, meet another hospital, stay calm, light up life, slow down time and grow old together.

Remember, August 8, 20 18.