As strong as wind

"Puzhehei"

　　February 6

　　Poet Lu Yu left a message on my WeChat: "(Li Li is) the most handsome poet in China, regardless of male or female, no one". Sure enough, I saw Li Li’s photos before, so handsome. After meeting, I felt that the photographer was really stupid. Li Li has an invincible temperament, which shines like the sun. This year, he celebrated the Spring Festival at Puzhehei Yiren Wharf. This is sincere as a child People like me unabashedly like my little yard and the life of "a book and half a pot of wine, and a small chaifei deep in the flower path". May this journey warm each other's future travels. Happy spring!

　　February 7

　　Fate is a thread that cannot be sorted out. The current encounter always has a long-distance cause. The arrival of friends is a happy thing, especially when I meet poetry friends who cast Qi. It’s so gratifying for someone who keeps walking into the depths of the mountain to follow in friendship.

　　On New Year’s Eve, at Puzhehei Yiren Wharf, there is a sea on the roof called Canglang. Sitting on the ground, two simple dishes, not listening to the Spring Festival Gala, listening to Li Li, listening to his "Last Li Bai" and "Looking for Hometown West". In the broad sea and sky, the two wine glasses were filled with stars. Li Li has a good amount of alcohol. I have a drink. He is a drink other than one.

　　Read a person, preferably a poet, his poem is his soul. Those who set off with their soul will not get lost. Life is good at making people lose their way, but they fail to roll the attached people into a ball and throw them back in place. On the contrary, the sharpness becomes colder and the peaceful place becomes more gentle. A person walks on both ends of the emotion at the same time, and the high and low gradually balance.

　　Always come from the wind and frost. At that time, the weather was cold, and the young man's heart was a little tangled, looking for a bright place in life, running around, I realized that I was middle-aged. The two spoke lightly, talking about their hometown, about traveling, about his northern Europe and my Yunnan, about the quietness of the bustling place, and the brightness of the remote place. Talking about poems and songs, saying "the carved columns and jade blocks should still be there", and also "bright moonlight, two or three stars." Occasionally touching the passing cold, only Yu smiled indifferently. Time is passionate, and one day it will warm up the four seasons.

　　The sound of firecrackers downstairs is one after another, like sharing the tranquility of the roof and ocean. The two poets across the mountain and the sea are talking about the mountain and the sea. The place that has never arrived in the distance is no longer called a stranger. The distance is getting closer. Fortunately, he is an older child like me, with a pure heart. When he meets the same kind, he returns to the mentality of wearing a red scarf when he was a child. Well, then small, small into a seed, a clean soul, returning to the sky, without gender. The colored body will eventually decay, and the soul will sing more freely.

　　February 8

　　Yesterday, in Swan Lake, the swan in the poultry house touched the sensitive heart of the poet Li Li. Early in the morning, he sent the "Puzhehei Swan, or Chinese New Year". Well, it's spring, let's go flying the inner swan. Riding a bicycle out of the village, I asked Li Li if he knew what was planted in the field, he did not hesitate: "Corn". "What about this?" "Rapeseed". Okay, the young wheat and pea flowers are sad. Seeing the corn stalk pile, Li Li said, "Oh, this is the wheat pile." He is really a poet in the sky, but fortunately, he knows cows and shoots all the way.

　　"A small road in the middle, on both sides of the green hills", the sun is radiating into June. Tired, sitting on the ground on the ridge beside the road, the ground is clean.

　　I am very happy that he is easy-going. Ying drove to Lugu Lake. There is only a minivan for grocery shopping at home. He is willing to ride and ride a tricycle with me on the side of the road. Now riding a bicycle seems happier, like a child. Perhaps the poet's heart has only one season, and it will not grow old and youth in time.

　　——I have a bicycle, would you like a field village? I am in Lugu Lake, in Puzhehei, waiting for you, my kind.

　　February 9

　　My friend Qin Fei sent a promotional video about Li Li’s coming to Puzhehei. Regarding my dream "Home on the Clouds", she was always passionate and devoted too much. Shaolong came to Yiren Wharf and interviewed Mr. Li Li on the Skyship Yiren Wharf on the roof terrace. The lakes and mountains far and near are comfortable, and in my heart, there are poetry, tea talk, and landscape paintings.

　　February 10

　　Let's watch handsome poets on the Sichuan TV's "The King of Poetry" program, and meet at 7:30 pm on the 13th. Now he is a volunteer Li Li, who only belongs to Yiren Wharf. Every day I talk about poetry, the mountains and rivers of Yunnan, the life in Sweden and the Nordic poets, and the poets he translated. Time flows smoothly across the lake in Puzhehei.

　　February 11

　　Yesterday at the Miao Nationality Flower Mountain Festival, I handed Li Li to Shaolong and Xiaodou for the fun, I kept the shop.

　　"China's most handsome poet, regardless of gender, there is no one". Saying this sentence again is a hatred, surely not, no one of my poet friends is so beautiful and handsome regardless of gender, they tolerate me. I am the most individual village girl in China, not one of them.

　　February 12

　　Poetry friends from all over the country and overseas have seen the news of Mr. Li Li in Puzhehei and sent greetings and poems. Thank you, blessings come with the wind and flowers bloom on the waters of Puzhehei. A poem from Shui Yunyan, one of the Three Heroes of Songzhuang:

　　New Year's Eve, you are in Puzhehei

　　came to Puzhehei to register a trail

　　put a deck chair on the map

　　Publish the first line of spring in the sun

　　Every footprint is on the road to find the hometown

　　Lanterns in the garden surprise

　　the big fireworks above

　　flashing your silhouette hidden by the railing

　　At the Yiren Wharf, on the big ship on the roof, the wind blows, the wind blows the ship in the sky, unfolding the inner sail.

　　Thank you, passing by.

　　February 13

　　In the afternoon, and Shaolong took Li Li to Shibie Village, an old Zhuang village deep in the mountains. The road conditions were very poor, especially when we drove a van, which was very bumpy. Li Li said that he had a similar trip thirty years ago. Thirty years, many things ran out of the map of time, but these remote villages still sleep in secluded corners of the earth.

　　When 　　 departed with a Danish family who was not punctual, it was very late when he arrived. The whole village gathered on both sides of the road to receive a grand reception. Too late to have a sip of tea and chasing the last light of the setting sun, Li Li used his lens to capture the plain faces. These vivid faces are the development history of a nation.

　　I have been familiar with these villages since I have been walking in the mountains for several years. Whether in Lugu Lake or Puzhehei, they have very similar histories, and perhaps the future will be the same. They withdrew and panted, they are a kind of symbol, in the background of the vast mountains, keeping the final desolation.

　　Arrival and return are not my hometown, my home is on the road...

　　February 14

　　In the morning, I took a walk in the field at the entrance to the village, watching the rape blossoms carefree, watching the cows slowly walking across the field, watching the peasant woman picking wild vegetables, watching the birds fly across the sky...

　　In the afternoon, on the ship in the sky, Li Li brought his translation of the Nobel Prize winner Tronstrom’s poetry and the genius Sodergrand. His lectures boiled the Qiubei poets. The gathering of poetry warmed Puzhehei Yiren Wharf.

　　February 15

　　Yesterday evening, the weather suddenly became cold, and Li Li caught a cold. My master did not take good care of his distinguished friend and blamed himself in his heart. He didn't give him medicine, only water, and hot rice wine. He will return to Shanghai tomorrow and his Swedish embassy. Dear friend, I wish you all the best.

　　February 16

　　In the morning, bid farewell to Li Li. He ended his ten-day life at the Puzhehei Yiren Wharf. These days, he writes poems about Puzhehei almost every day, especially the lyrics "Puzhehei, Poetry Intoxicated Landscape", which has been composed and will be released soon. Puzhehei's egret remembers this love.

　　Please Shaolong send Li Li to the airport. These days eagles are not here, and everything is entrusted to Shao Long, the brother has worked hard.

　　Ten days, how long, is enough to make two strangers into siblings; how short, a cup of tea when I first saw it, there is still lingering fragrance... well, goodbye! For the encounter between poetry and poetry, time will be arranged. .

　　I remembered that it was not recorded on New Year’s Eve, and the supplement is as follows: