Reading the prose of Jiang Guo Xiang weaving, I remembered two poems by Song Ru Cheng Hao: "The clouds are light and the wind is clear near noon, and the flowers follow the willows through the qianchuan." "The simple happiness found in daily life makes people smile and suddenly feel that the clouds are light and the wind is light."
Kaori Ekoku is good at digging out fun from ordinary life, sensitive to small surprises and small luck in life, and belongs to the small freshness of the healing department. Small articles are like shallow streams, flowing over the stones of the moon and pine.
"Like" and "like" are common words in Kaori Ekoku's articles. She likes music, likes flowers, likes handkerchiefs, likes to read, likes typhoons, likes to travel, likes to walk, so to speak, the author seems to be foolish to like everything in life, in her eyes, the world is so beautiful, so that readers can't help but love life.
Family, love, and friendship are the source of warm words. In Jiang Guoxiang's pen, some stubborn fathers, sisters who love work, and some cute husbands have distinct personalities, and the bits and pieces of ordinary life, such as the silent drizzle of moisturizing things, warm and enrich the life of the family. The Cocker Spaniel named "Rain" brings endless joy to life and becomes the author's musical confidant. Yogurt, knives, cakes, rubber plates and other "worthless objects" around you, one by one, are also fun. Jiang Guo's pen has the details of sisterly love: "There are three chapters of the law between the woman who bakes rice cakes and the woman who makes black tea. For example, whether it is late at night or in the early hours of the morning, once my sister wants to drink black tea, she has the right to call me up to make black tea for her, and I am obliged to make it. Whether it is late at night or in the early hours of the morning, if I want to eat baked rice cakes, I have the right to shout my sister up to bake rice cakes for me, and my sister has this obligation. "There's an interesting story between husband and wife:" Suddenly I wanted to listen to lullabies. I ask my husband to 'sing and sing'. The husband lay in bed and sang , 'The cow's child is still a cow, living in the pasture'. There is an obsession planted in the heart from childhood: "One day, I hope to live with a donkey." Small, gray, warm to the touch of a thick pier. There is a unique hobby: "There is nothing happier than reading speculative fiction intently in the bathtub." "I don't know how to drive, but I love to race on the highway, so I take a taxi a lot." In particular, I like the road with high guardrails on both sides, the white aperture of street lamps projected on the ground, and the billboards painted with sleeping babies, which quickly disappear behind me. Jiang Guo's pen, like the beauty of mobile phone selfies, filters and other functions, casts a layer of happiness on trivial and mediocre life, and sends readers a bowl of fragrant chicken soup.
Jiang Guo's prose is full of female sensitivity and optimism, with a sense of déjà vu, and suddenly understands: the original is in the same line as Qing Shao Nayan's "Pillow Grass". Qing wrote: "Spring is the best time to break dawn. Summer is the best at night. Winter is the best in the morning. Jiang Guo wrote: "Autumn flowers give birth to the wind. The same is true of miscanthus and ground elm, dancing up and down with the wind on the vast land, looking at them, and the feeling of freedom arises spontaneously. That refreshing and dry atmosphere is really good, it is the deep beauty of washing the lead. "Pure in the court, more naïve, with the primitive simplicity of the first people. Jiang Guo was born in the folk, ordinary fireworks, and the fun of life.
In fact, this book was used to make a single order when buying "Yunshui One Year", and the authors of the two books actually had the same experience, and Jiang Guo Xiangori also went to Yongping Temple to sit and meditate. However, "A Year in Yunshui" is a bit bitter, and "A Person at Home on a Rainy Day" is a bit sweet, bitter and sweet, just like the intersection of sorrow and joy in life.
It is a relaxing pleasure to turn the scroll and read the incense weaving at leisure.
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