In the past few days, due to my busy work and violating the laws of nature, I suddenly fell ill. I had a slight fever at the beginning, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I didn't notice it until it was already 39 degrees.

By the time the water was removed, it was already very uncomfortable. My whole body was in pain. Even when the medicine was dripped into the blood vessels, I felt extremely painful.

I lay in bed for a day without eating, drinking, or feeling hungry. I spent the whole day in a coma. In my sleep, I felt like I was floating in the air, but there was no ease or comfort.

The beauty of tranquility also made me feel particularly tired. I wanted to wake up, but I couldn't. If I said I was fast asleep, I wasn't. It seemed like I could hear all the sounds around me. Now that I think about it, I must have been burning out at that time.

Only then will you have that strange feeling!

When the heat in my body had just subsided a little, my mind suddenly appeared. A poem by Wang Wei, a pastoral poet of the Tang Dynasty, in "Zhongnan Farewell": "Walking to a poor place and sitting down to watch the clouds rise."

"Time". This poem has been a favorite state of painters since ancient times. There is a painting in the poem, and it is a very beautiful landscape painting. But I like that kind of leisurely and leisurely mood that is leisurely and contented, and otherworldly.

This is indeed what I have always longed for and am willing to pursue this realm!

I like these two lines of poetry better, and I often recite them in my mind over and over again, and carefully chew on the philosophy contained in them. I yearn for this leisurely and comfortable pastoral life. And this time I experienced it.

A minor illness gave me a different understanding of these two poems.

When we are busy with our daily work, have a successful career, and get everything right, we often do not necessarily feel particularly happy. In that case, because our souls have not gained peace and are still running around endlessly, we simply cannot experience and reflect on it.

You can’t see the beauty of leisure, let alone get a happy and leisurely state of mind from it.

Perhaps only when the dream of spring comes to an end, and it seems like reaching the end of the river, can we truly put aside all the worldly affairs, sit down and watch the beautiful scenery transformed by the misty clouds and shadows in this world.

! But how can we gain insight into the true meaning of the universe? We can only imitate the poet's state of mind! He is leisurely and contented, open-minded, like an outsider who does not eat the fireworks of the world, does not care about worldly affairs, and does not deliberately explore the secrets and seek victory.

Consider the mountains as a paradise!

I vaguely remember that Li Qingzhao, a female poet in the Song Dynasty, also wrote this sentence when she was ill: "It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is good when the rain comes." This may also be her pride when she is not happy! Yi An is a layman.

Known as: "The most talented woman of all time"! However, I am just a low-ranking Xianyun Yehe in the world of poetry. How can I be compared with others!

But thinking about it, I can do whatever I want and be free. Who knows that I won’t feel happy? I’m just enjoying it without knowing it! When people are sick, they will think randomly, although they can’t write anything.
Chapter completed!