Yuan Zhiming photography

Gao wrote in his writing: "Life is not only about the present, but also about poetry and distant fields. You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai. "

The past time, whether it is joy or sadness, is a past that cannot be returned.

Yellowing memory, whether it is regret or hope, is a distant place that can't be visited.

Yesterday's story can't continue, and all the poetry is hidden in a lonely snowflake, waiting for the awakening and comfort of the spring breeze.

In the afternoon, leaving two noisy people at home, I went out with the book Kindergarten, Today's Travel. Passing a large piece of falling ginkgo leaves, putting books in it, and using the lens of a mobile phone to freeze this scene into an eternal picture, the artistic conception is soft and poetic, giving people infinite reverie and longing. It's like traveling far away, and the beautiful scenery on the way is in front of you. At the same time, I said the name in the book with great joy, "I am still young and I am eager to get on the road." Yes! Just like this moment, I like quiet, so I set out to find that quiet corner.

Han Han, editor-in-chief of Kindergarten, is a China writer, director and China racing driver. "I crossed the mountains and seas, and I also crossed the sea of people." Han Han's mind loomed a word, just a word. "Not every sentence has books and songs, and often no one remembers what you said, even in the wind." After the passage of years, many years later, I finally have a good song as my destination. I think this book is Han Han's destination.

In a quiet corner, I opened the book "Kindergarten, Today is Suitable for Traveling", starting with Ge Liang's essay "Hong Kong shops are always beautiful" and ending with Zheng Zhi's last story "Lost Bay". There are 19 articles, and 19 different life segments have been written by 19 authors. The words are concise and witty, and the contents are independent and run through the theme. From the past to the nostalgic distance, I slowly read and indulge in it.

Love you, bye.

In the story "I lost my best friend", she received a phone call from her father saying that her grandmother was dying. She quickly completed the handover of work and booked the fastest plane ticket. During the hours waiting for the plane, she recalled the dribs and drabs of her life with her grandmother and shed tears silently.

Before coming to Shanghai, she actually spent the most time with her grandmother in the whole family. I lived in my grandparents' home until I went to primary school. They taught me all the life skills of human beings: tying shoes, writing one's own name, recognizing watches, recognizing money, going to the toilet and reciting ancient poems. ...

She said grandma was a cool old lady. She doesn't like to move a stool out to chat with everyone, and she doesn't idle at home to fight with her children. She can arrange a whole day's life. Every year on my grandparents' birthdays, my grandma will give me a bowl of noodles, prepare ten dollars in the morning, and then save it with fifteen, twenty and thirty dollars.

Later, when I returned to my parents' house, whenever I was unhappy with them, she would cry with the money in the transparent pencil box. At that time, grandma was the best person in the world. Memories come to mind one after another, and grandma is a safe haven for her growth. Although grandma is grandma, she is still her best friend and can get rid of the only quota.

When she got off the plane, she called her mother and asked her in the first sentence: "Where's grandma? Where can I find her? " Mother choked and said, morgue. When she got home, the mourners had come and her father and grandfather were entertaining her. The person who loved her most in the world disappeared, and the only best friend went to another world. From then on, I can only remember interesting things and tell you one by one when I want to see them.

Wadda'tu Hubbak

In the story of Waiting for Madame Godiva, I am a photographer, and I have my own photography studio, which only shoots people. She pushed the door in and stood in front of me, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a thick tweed dress, a shawl and a thin scarf. The first sweet words he said to me were: "Hello, I'm here to take pictures."

I asked her, what are the requirements for photos? She moved on the sofa, stretched herself, and her lines shook and flickered: I can't think of what background I want. Actually, I just need a nude photo. What posture can you suggest?

She went to the fitting room to take off all her clothes and came out from behind the curtain. Her whole body is like a marble Greek Corinthian column, with long cinnamon hair hanging freely on the stigma like a tendril of a plant. She came up to me, boarded the short ladder, crossed one leg, sat on the red carpet, said a few words, posed a few times, and finished filming.

Before leaving, she said, "You don't have to send me the photos. I will pay all the money in the future, but I want to ask you something. " "Please help me choose a photo, print it as big as possible, and hang it on the glass outer wall opposite your studio in a size visible across the street. Hang it all day, from 8: 00 a.m. to 7: 00 p.m., and then the photo will be yours. You can get rid of them, burn them or take them to the exhibition.

Finally, I learned that she was going to have surgery tomorrow, and these two breasts would become blood clots in the operating room. From then on, she will continue to live with a broken body. But she has always loved a man, who is an architect, the husband of an outstanding female lawyer and the father of two little boys, but he doesn't know her.

Every morning between 8: 00 and 8: 30, that man will go to the velvet smoke cafe diagonally opposite your studio to buy a cup of coffee to take away; Between 6: 30 and 7: 00 in the evening, when he comes back from work, he will also pass by the cafe and buy a piece of "black velvet cake" to take away as a snack.

"Although there was only a phantom left in me at that time, I thought that this shadow could be reflected on his retina and left a deep impression on him. Even if it was only for a few seconds, even if he never knew it, I could lie on the operating table without complaint." After all this, she turned and walked away, ending her nine-year love in this way.

Missed distance

Yuan Zhiming in the story "Good Weather in Jim's Tavern" always likes to stay in the car for a while before coming home from work. One day, when he was in a daze in the car, he suddenly had the idea of traveling while listening to music. He was very excited. Why not?

Yuan Zhiming began to liquidate the money in his bank card. In addition to buying an RV, he could pay the mortgage for another year to maintain his family expenses. So, without telling his wife, he quickly called the company to leave without pay. Yuan Zhiming, 45, is the sales director of an IT company. She has been on a business trip for two or three months. He plans to go to Jim's Bar on the edge of Gobi in the hinterland of Inner Mongolia as his first stop. Then drive an RV around the country, put it at the airport every three months, go home for a few days, and then set off, so that the whole year's trip will be perfect.

Yuan Zhiming in the story "Good Weather in Jim's Tavern" always likes to stay in the car for a while before coming home from work. One day, when he was in a daze in the car, he suddenly had the idea of traveling while listening to music. He was very excited. Why not?

Yuan Zhiming began to liquidate the money in his bank card. In addition to buying an RV, he could pay the mortgage for another year to maintain his family expenses. So, without telling his wife, he quickly called the company to leave without pay. Yuan Zhiming, 45, is the sales director of an IT company. She has been on a business trip for two or three months. He plans to go to Jim's Bar on the edge of Gobi in the hinterland of Inner Mongolia as his first stop. Then drive an RV around the country, put it at the airport every three months, go home for a few days, and then set off, so that the whole year's trip will be perfect.

When Yuan Zhiming arrived in Shilin County, he inquired all the way and went straight ahead. He wandered around the pastoral area for several months and failed to find his dream place. I didn't expect to meet a woman named Wu Xiulian on the trip, so they walked together and continued to look for his Jim pub. Deep in the desert, when they were ready to go home, they found that their car had a flat tire and had to wait quietly for the rescue of passing vehicles. During the exchange, Wu Xiulian told her story. Yuan Zhiming told her that she was traveling and tricked her wife into going to Guangzhou for business. They fell asleep silently and met a rescue car the next day. Yuan Zhiming knew he was going home. He is just a driver on the road, but he is a father, a husband, a man who pushed open the car door.

Close the book, it's already evening, and my short trip is coming to an end. It's time to go home and cook dinner. As the book says, life is not only poetry and distance, but also the present. Whether it is talent or injustice, for anyone, you are a poem and a distant road. If you don't keep your feet on the ground, your poems and the distance will never reach.