Reminiscing about the past diary

The fine dust of the cold moon covers the window eaves, like the wind and smoke dispersed by the passing years.

The past ten years reappeared, but when I looked back, they were gone.

Through the time and space door of memory, what will you see?

——Inscription

In the evening, the gentle breeze flows slowly, bringing waves of bamboo, and the rustle between the branches and leaves is like the sound of nature, making people feel peaceful. The lively air is lingering, with a bit of freshness after the rain, making people feel relaxed and happy. Looking up, the sky is the same color and the mountains and rivers are picturesque.

The stone path under your feet is still a bit moist. The cobblestone stone path has been washed by the rain and looks even brighter and cleaner. Occasionally, there are a few unknown grasses peeking out from the gaps in the stones. His head shook and seemed to be blinking at me. On the stone road and on both sides, there were some falling bamboo leaves lying in twos and threes. They must have been blown down by the wind and rain.

Wearing white clothes and a simple camera bag, I walked on this quiet bamboo path again. The long bell and chime, with its faint light and dim shadow, come in and out of the deepest world of mortals. Only in this scene can the soul be completely released. I don’t know since when, photography has become an indispensable part of life. Just like the relationship with words, it is best to describe it as “you don’t know where it starts, but it goes deeper and deeper”. There is no special reason for liking photography, it is just a love that comes from the bottom of my heart. If I have to say something, perhaps it is that I like to integrate my own emotions and insights into photography, and outline the traces of time and the imprint of life in the interweaving of light and shadow.

The long morning bells, the deep evening drums, the rising sun and the setting moon, the ancient bluestone path has finally left traces of the years; the sunset, the white clouds and the dogs, after all, time never stops for anyone.

Just like any other day, the bell chime sounded again, spreading in the bamboo forest and echoing in the misty mountain wind. It has passed through countless years and will continue to echo day after day. And I am not like that.

Unknowingly, I had walked out of the park and was in the brightly lit Fuzhou Square. Looking at the crowds of people coming and going, the bright lights shone on me and I closed my eyes unconsciously. In a trance, there is a feeling that time and space are intertwined. The words "The Uncrowned King" flashed through my mind. Once upon a time, I also conducted interviews on such a night in such a lively square... Oh, they have all drifted away in the wind. Why think about it anymore. I shook my head, Pass by in a hurry.

I haven’t been here for many days. I don’t know when there were many promotional signs outside the square, and there were densely packed circles of people in the open space in front. For no reason, a familiar feeling came to my mind, as if I had caught something, but nothing. Naturally, I wanted to go up and have a look, but at the same time, there was an instinctive force preventing me from approaching, as if fleeing, but also fear.

In the depths of my memory, something seemed to be quietly awakening...

When the big gilded characters "College Entrance Examination Honor List" came into view, I was stunned and stood still. He seemed at a loss for a moment, and then there was a vibration like a wave, rumbling in his ears like thunder. Feeling a little embarrassed, I ran away, passed by a stall, took a bottle of mineral water, dropped a few dollars, and walked towards the old street.

At this moment, the relief I felt when I came out disappeared without a trace. I walked aimlessly, as if drunk, pouring water on my head as I walked, trying to calm down. The wind is blowing, and the night is slightly cool. The gentle wind brings a bit of coolness, sorting out my chaotic thoughts. I gradually calmed down my turbulent mind, and walked slowly. Under the dim light, a long shadow was drawn, and the sound of stepping came from the place where my footsteps came into contact with the bluestone, stretching in this enclosed area. The space formed a hollow sound that echoed in the ears. I no longer suppressed it and let my thoughts flow in the air, uncovering the dusty memories bit by bit.

The sparse weeds grow year after year, and the moss-covered stone steps and walls reflect the traces of time in the flickering light, telling the past history and witnessing the ruthlessness of time. This kind of night, this kind of street, is so similar to what it was six years ago. Until that lonely white figure quietly approached the dusty place.

Silence floats in the air, and all kinds of thoughts can no longer be suppressed and flood into my heart like a tide. Those past times, those sealed old events, have already been engraved on every brick. Between the tile pillars and stone towers, it is imprinted on the memory and will never be erased.

Ten years have passed, and the past events of the past ten years appear one by one before my eyes like a fleeting glimpse.

In front of the Huanghua River Water Rao Hall, I am already playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Once the scholarly clouds rise, the jujube trees in the mountains smile to the sky.

The God of War has just reached the extreme point of death, leaving only a bald pen to write without words.

Where are the three thousand people in Biluo? Smile and sigh that the mortal world is still smoke.

During the appointment at Weiming Lake in the third year of junior high school, I was in high spirits when I first entered Cenzhong. I drank wine to the moon with my classmates on the top of the mountain, denounced Fang Qiu's heroic words, and swore to take a test in front of my mentor. The solemn promise is as vivid as if it happened yesterday. If it weren't for the appearance of Immortal Sword and Heart Bar, the situation would be completely different now.

Fairy Sword, a legend that has run through my ten-year career; Xinba, an online home that has warmed the hearts of countless people. The love for the Immortal Sword originated from the Four Immortal Swords and from the strange man sleeping in Shichenxi Cave.

"Azure, azure, may your heart always be as blue as the ethereal sky, as blue as the sky." Brother Yun, haha, I didn't expect that fate is so clever. Your name is Tianqing, and I am also called Tianqing. , your surname is Yun, my surname is Li, you are the "ruffian" and I am the "madman", haha. But it is because of the ethereal voice of "Return to Dreams", the respectable and admirable strange woman, and the group of amiable and lovely "heart babies".

The 2008 college entrance examination coincided with the most turbulent period in the heart. It was cold at high places, and even though she was determined to keep a low profile, she was still attacked and slandered one after another. In the vigorous battle to protect her home, the hot-blooded young man in white who rushed to the front was at the forefront. However, things must turn against each other, and what was originally thought to be the best protection turned out to be a deadly poison, eventually causing the strange woman to retire sadly.

When the smoke cleared and all the dust settled, the agreement at Weiming Lake was not completed; the promise made was not fulfilled; and the woman who swore to protect her to the death was... , and it was not protected well after all.

Life is full of misfortunes, the sky is full of twists and turns, right and wrong, and the cold rain is beating the strings.

During the graduation ceremony, he chose to escape because he could not face his mentor. It's night, alone, drunk on the street. My mentor, my mentor, you taught me and protected me, but I didn’t even say goodbye to you. My students are indebted to your teachings. My mentor, and those brothers and sisters who have fought side by side, please allow me to toast you with water instead of wine tonight.

Human feelings are indifferent and as thin as paper, and the world is as cold and cold as a knife.

When passing through the market, I pour my own wine, and when my boat is leaking, half of the river is diverted by the konghou.

Half-bent to face the common people, he lightly waved his pen to play with the rich.

How could it be that Ruan Ji cried when he was on the road, and laughed up to the sky and flowed eastward.

Flowers bloom affectionately and fall silently. In the years when they fall inadvertently, I have become accustomed to walking silently above life alone, overlooking the world. The lonely dark blue wind gently blew my clothes. Slowly open the dusty title page.

The hardships and ups and downs of the road to re-reading, the confusion of college life, the intertwining of love and resentment, the difference between ideals and reality; the years have washed away, and when everything is blown away by the wind, what is finally remembered is the beautiful picture. The hearty smile on his face and the resounding words of "use the pen in your hand to do something practical for the people". To those former university classmates and mentors, I dedicate this cup to you!

Is it a mistake or a mistake? After graduation, I did not become the "Uncrowned King", but embarked on the road of online editing; is it a guide from somewhere, or is it a subconscious desire to leave that terrible thing? The path that admirable people have walked? Maybe it doesn't matter anymore.

After embarking on this road, we realize how difficult it was for the woman back then. Besides her busy work, she also had to spend a lot of energy writing lyrics, recording songs, handling bar affairs, and had to endure many rumors. Slandering, this requires a lot of perseverance and courage for a weak woman. Sister Ran, I toast you with this cup. I dare not forget your teachings.

However, the yellow bell was destroyed and abandoned, the tile cauldron thundered; the slanderers were high and the wise men were unknown. In this materialistic society, when novels such as novels about novices, villains, and urban novels that are purely designed to cater to the public's taste are increasingly flooding the online literature world, how many books like "Zhu Xian" are there? Perhaps the greatest irony in life is that a person trying to save someone suddenly realizes that he is just a person trying to save himself in the world of mortals. Haha, what a ridiculous life.

The clouds are green and the mountains are green, and the rivers are turbulent; Mr.’s wind is like mountains high and rivers long. In my eyes, words have feelings and souls. I have never regarded words as a simple communication tool; I have always placed them on high altars as national totems passed down by ancestors for thousands of years. Prostrate and worship like this, holy and pious. The mother tongue is like a river, flowing with the earnest teachings of our ancestors and carrying the strong wind of China for five thousand years.

Dear brothers and sisters of Fengqi, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. In this cruel and realistic society, in order to survive, it is understandable that you write the articles that the market needs. But please don’t forget the original intention of writing. Please remember to incorporate your kindness and beauty into the writing process. Thank you for your support, brothers and sisters of Fengqi, I salute you with this cup!

The peerless twins are surging, and their heroic spirit is moving in all directions.

Don’t forget that the road to the rivers and lakes is dangerous and difficult, and how many friendships are in the mist.

The clear moonlight, like frost and snow, fell faintly on the ancient battlefield, illuminating the rusty armor and the broken halberd covered with dust, telling the story of the misty past.

With the flames of war and the smoke and dust in the rivers and lakes, haha, I don’t know why we are gathered here. It is to kill time, to bump into each other by mistake, or to gain insights into life. These are not important anymore. We are destined to meet each other, brothers and sisters of Yanyu, it is so good to have you by my side on this journey. Thank you all for your support. Without you, there would be no big united and harmonious family of Yanyulou, let alone the glorious legend of Yanyu. The long journey of life is filled with modern and ancient books. Throughout the ages, there has been no immortal dynasty. We have lived through this period side by side, fought hard, and lived gloriously. This is enough. And the road of life is still very long, very long, this period can only be a small stop in the journey of life, stop and continue to move forward.

At this moment, listening to "set fire to the rain" (set fire to the rain), I can't help but feel my heart surge. There is always a friendship that can make our blood surge, and there are always some memories that can make us burst into tears. There is always a This touch can warm us throughout our lives.

The swords and swords we have experienced together, the days we cried and laughed together, and the years of burning friendship will eventually become the memories that are about to pass away and last forever.

The moonlight is like water, and I have taken off my old battle clothes. I am no longer your gang leader, far or near. Here, there is only an ordinary scholar, an ink-dyed guqin, and a misty rain listening to the wind. Haha, compared to the cold title of "gang leader", I prefer you to call me Laofeng. Brothers and sisters of Yanyu, I will drink this cup first as a token of respect!

In the long world, everything is silent, and there is no sound in all directions. Only the low chirping of insects comes from unknown street corners, which brings me back to reality.

The long street is silent, the bright moon hangs in the sky, and the clear light shines down. The streets of a foreign land thousands of miles away from my hometown are quiet. But in such a desolate night, how can it not make people feel entangled? At this moment, the parents should have fallen asleep, but they don't know whether they sleep peacefully or not. The mother is worried about her son traveling thousands of miles away. The wanderer who is far away is always a worry in their hearts. The breeze of the past, please bring my wishes and greetings to their dreams, and tell them that everything is well with me. After initial adaptation, the leaders and colleagues around me have slowly understood and accepted my eccentric personality, and I have become cheerful again in this warm family. When you have time, it’s time to go home and visit your alma mater. Pour another full cup, to those relatives and friends who have always supported me, I toast you with this cup!

I am so high-spirited that I don’t know how to worry, and I am willing to go to the 12th floor of Yujing.

Swing your sword through the sky to welcome the falling stars, raise your wine and sing loudly to attract the phoenix.

Thousands of years are nothing but dreams, a sincere love will never end.

When I wake up from the dream and see the light rain, the country is still gentle as before.

——Xian Si's "Xiaoyaoyou"

The wind is blowing and the clouds are gradually opening. The night is just right! The evening breeze is gentle!

The empty steps are wet in the dream, the clouds are knocked frequently and the leaks are frightened. A pot of turbid wine makes the world look ugly. Haha, Brother Yun, let us two wandering around the world have a drink. The Buddha said that the four elements are all empty, and letting go means freedom. But how do you know how to see through the world? Gratitude, resentment, and resentment are exactly what you and I are going through in this life. After seeing through it, is it still the real me? Come, come, come, the saints and sages of ancient times are all lonely, only the drinkers leave their names, and let us drink three glasses! I want to give my heart to the bright moon, and the bright moon will illuminate the mountains and rivers infinitely. I will toast you again with this cup!

The wind blows, the clouds disperse, the stars shine and the moon shines, the sky is infinite! A peerless beauty and a peerless hero are just a drop in the ocean!

Nowadays, Xinba has returned to the right track under the hard work of all the brothers and sisters, and is getting stronger. The original intention of Xinba has not changed. Haha, it’s time. Talented people emerge from generation to generation, and it’s time for us “old people” to retire.

The blue blood is too strong, and the red sky reflects the sky. At this moment, I only wish to carry a piece of lapis lazuli to warm the sky.

Use my body to represent the joys and sorrows of others; there are three thousand masks of floating life, who can make me sing!

A journey through the mountains, another journey through the water, a journey through ups and downs, leaving behind two lines of deep and shallow footprints. Looking back, there is a trace of vicissitudes in the eyes of the young man in white.