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Comment by Khalak Khalayak on February 6, 2024 at 5:09pm

LEVEL 3: CREATIVE PARAGRAPHS

A turquoise-blue stream wound its merry way through the forest. Babbling and burbling, it sprung over the limestone rocks in its way. Pebbles whisked about in the under wash like pieces of glitter. Streams are the liquid soul of the forest, and this one was glowing. Chords of soft light speared down from above, bathing its surface in gold. It was glinting with little sparkles, like a thousand diamonds blessed with an inner fire. A galaxy of dragonflies fizzed through the beams of light, wings a-glitter in the sun. The hedgerows were pregnant with berries and we tasted some. They energized us with their pleasant waft. The delicious taste stayed with us all the way home.

LEVEL 4: ADVANCED PARAGRAPHS

I was the first to chance upon the brook. It was a fragile, duck-egg blue colour, like the subtle sweep of a painter’s brush. Seeping and snaking smoothly past all obstacles, it managed to hurdle the river’s boulders also. Twigs twirled on its murmuring surface, little messengers from the mountain trees where they had come from. The brook flowed over the pebbled riverbed. It sounded like the airy, velvety whirl of a starling flock.

The mountains stood silently in the background, a brooding presence of sky punching majesty. Brooches of snow covered their lofty peaks, encircling them in wreaths of angel-white. A weeping waterfall poured from a gash in the rock face. It looked like a slide of silk-blue flowing down the mountain. Carrying its load of ice crystals, it appeared hemmed with silver. A distant thrumming sound emanated from it, like the steady rumble of a drum roll. Glinting brightly, it fed the river, the lifeblood of the forest. It was an awe-inspiring sight.

My gaze returned to the swirling brook. I could see now how the water had gained its glassy clarity. The run off from the ice made it appear varnish clear and the surface glinted as if dream dust had been scattered over it. Speckled trout drifted under the shady eaves of the bank, flicking their tails lazily. If a juicy fly happened to pass them, they would explode from the pebbled bed like angels of death. Arcing into the air, their bodies glistening, they hovered briefly, performing the ballet of the river. Then, with a plunking sound, they would dart back to the shadowed depths, their catch already safe in their spotted bellies. The watery grace of the river seemed magical to me at that moment.

The riverbank was lined with pods of wild peas. The pods were black, but inside there were tiny, succulent, fresh peas. I tasted one and it was scrumptious. Never did food wrapped in the devil’s cloak taste so good! Bending down, I scooped a hand through the water and drank my fill. It was thirst-quenching. I leaned my back against a rock and closed my eyes, enjoying the sun’s warmth. The sweet perfume of the forest drifted to my nostrils as I reflected on the beauty of nature. (https://descriptivewriting.wordpress.com)

Comment by Khalak Khalayak on December 1, 2022 at 12:35pm

Slow But Steady

Comment by moooi on February 16, 2013 at 4:03pm

我們享有驚人的速度，卻失去了沈思的能力？

記得以前我處事愛說：Be Slow But Steady!

以前那些鼓勵我「電腦化」的朋友常說： "掌握了電腦，你將擁有更多閒暇."

看來事實的演進卻是：資訊工藝越發達，我們越勞累。

我很懷念以前那些緩實、冷靜思考事情的時光。

我當然沒趕上父母那個一切都似乎三年五年、十年八年不變的靜態社會。

但至少一部手機可以用上好幾年，不必忙著關註一年或半載就有新款式，在趕時髦。

我絕對相信這本書的作者說的：

「慢想＋深度思考＋創意點子＝推動世界前進的力量。」

人類的速度是有限的，放慢下來，不是怠惰，而是對生活的珍惜、對忙碌步伐的反思。

慢讀，是一種深度的欣賞；

慢食，一種真心體味的風格；

慢遊、慢活、慢想........，一種安然深刻的態度！

因為這安然與深刻，我們才可能有適當的節奏與心境去了解、享受：

什麼是正確的決定； 什麼是難忘而有意義的體驗，給我們幸福感的趣味、知識、感受、創想........。

（原載：https://iconada.tv/profiles/blogs/moooi028）

Comment by Khalak Khalayak on May 2, 2021 at 2:59pm

陳明發·慢而美 深而透

我們每每在一些事物的邊沿經過，因為匆忙使我們的頭低下，往往已經走過了幾次，還不知在我們的旁邊曾經存在過什麽。有一些人會永遠處在憂愁的漩渦裏，因為他一直在埋頭趕路，心也儼然是有所焦灼的。

這種人的惟一樂趣，就是偶爾徜徉在那貧乏的回憶裏； 人生，只有放慢腳步，你才會發現更多美好的瞬間。

  （在劇速工業化與嚴苛宗教化中，馬來西亞已經失去了她曾有的悠閑而優雅的民間生活。舞蹈，包括在婚禮以及其他慶典中官民共樂的平等氛圍，一直是這個國家文化特色之一，也顯示了這個國家對傳統藝術的愛護。其中，Joget最常見的是。所有這一切在1981年以後不復存在。（上圖：星報【The Star】發佈的1932年老照片）（中）馬來西亞第一任首相東姑亞都拉曼；（下）第二任首相敦拉薩。）冠毒過後，慢活會是旅遊復蘇的其中一個主要項目，條件比較佔優勢的，會是東馬沙巴與砂拉越區域。）

當每一個人都選擇快速的時候，快速的好處就消失殆盡，這只能促使我們唯有變得更快。最終，我們只剩下在速度基礎上的軍備競賽，而軍備競賽的後果我們十分清楚：陷入同歸於盡的嚴重僵局。

在其他地方，人們閑得要死；在倫敦，人們忙得要命……滿腦子不斷地想著新形象、新人、新感覺，緊緊張張的。一切都要加快速度去做，買和賣、計算和稱重，甚至連櫃臺前的談話等，都以快速和不正當的手段進行。動作遲緩的、囉嗦的人很快就發現自己毫無機會。可過不了多久，他們自己也如同快車裏的笨馬一樣，逐漸形成從前不為人知的節奏。（参考：奧諾德《放慢腳步》）

參考：


1 https://www.slowmovement.com/

2 慢讀

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