In this hard world, cultivate a soft heart

Chapter 2

The reason why Qinghuan is good is because it has no desire for life, because it does not pay attention to material conditions, but only pays attention to the taste of the soul.

This kind of light joy does not come from other places, but comes from a kind of love for a peaceful, sparse and simple life.

Taste in the world is joyful

When I was a teenager, I read a poem by Su Shi and liked it very much. I can still recite it now:
The drizzle and the slanting wind make Xiaohan,
The light smoke and sparse willows favor the sunny beach,
Into the Huai Qingluo gradually long.

Snow foam milk flower floating in the midday lantern,
Trial Spring Plate with Polygonum Velvet and Artemisia Bamboo Shoots,
The taste of the world is Qinghuan.

In this poem, Su Shi wrote next to it, "December 24, the seventh year of Yuanfeng, from Uncle Liu Qian of Sizhou to visit Nanshan". The wine is paired with Polygonum cabbage, Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, new bamboo shoots, and young shoots of wild grasses in the spring, and then I admire: "The taste of the world is joy!"

At that time, the reason why I was able to remember this poem so deeply was that I loved the latter sentence very much, because the ordinary joy of eating wild vegetables made the world more enjoyable. What is "Qing Huan"?Qing Huan is almost hard to translate. It can be said to be "light joy". This kind of light joy does not come from other places, but comes from a kind of love for a peaceful, sparse and simple life.When a person can taste the fragrance of wild vegetables better than the delicacies of mountains and seas, or when a person feels more attractive than diamonds in the stones on the side of the road, or when a person listens to the sound of birdsong in the forest, he can feel more delicious than walking a bird in a cage. More moved, or even realized that drinking a pot of oolong tea quietly can cleanse the soul better than a noisy dinner party... These are "Qinghuan".

The reason why Qinghuan is good is because it has no desire for life, because it does not pay attention to material conditions, but only pays attention to the taste of the soul. The realm of "Qing Huan" is very high, it is different from Li Bai's self-exile like "Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads boats"; That unbridled joy.It is also different from Du Fu's sad thoughts of "Life is full of tears, but the rivers and rivers are the ultimate", or the helpless sigh of "Life does not meet each other, but it moves like participating in business. Tomorrow and night, we will share this lamp and candlelight" .

We live in this world, there are thousands of kinds of life, Wen Tianxiang's is "everyone in life has died since ancient times, keep his loyal heart to reflect the history", we can easily feel his strong ambition.Ouyang Xiu's is "Life is full of love and infatuation, this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon", we can understand his continuous love and hatred.What Nalan Xingde said was that "people become passionate and passionate, but now they are really not passionate." Sorrows are also sporadic, and they all make Jiang Dian Dianping."

But "Qing Huan" is difficult!

Especially people who live in modern times almost have no joys.

What do you mean Qing Huan?We wanted to take a good walk on the side of the road, but the sounds of people and cars kept whizzing by, and there was almost no purely quiet moment in a day.

When we went to the restaurant, we wanted to eat some light side dishes, but it was almost impossible to get them. Too much oil, too much sauce, too much salt and monosodium glutamate have become the characteristics of Chinese cuisine, and people are shocked when they are served. , because there are more salads squeezed on the dishes than dishes.

Sometimes we have nothing to do, and the mood is only suitable for sipping a cup of tea or coffee with friends. Unfortunately, we have the mood and friends, but we can’t find a place. The place with tea and coffee is always noisy , and it is difficult to find a place to enjoy the scenery while drinking tea.

There is no Qinghuan in the world, so go to the mountains!to the sea!However, the mountains and seasides are not pure anymore. Wherever human footprints can go, there will be garbage, filth, and noise!
There are a few places I used to go to often, like Baiyun Mountain Villa in Yangmingshan, I ordered a pot of orchid tea, overlooking the stacked high-rise buildings and human desires in the Taipei Basin, drinking tea by myself, I can taste the joy of tea .For example, there is a small lake on the side of the mountain road between Beitou and Yangming Mountain. There are hawkers selling Gongfu tea by the lake, a small tea table, and rattan reclining chairs. I drive there alone, walk through the stone path, and order a pot of tea. Leaning quietly on the deck chair, sometimes the lotus in the lake blooms, it is really amazing silence.Once I went with a friend, and the two of them drank tea quietly on the deck chair, and they couldn't speak a few words all afternoon. At that time, I thought, this is probably "a taste in the world is a joy".

Now I can't go to these two places, and I can only feel sad when I go there.What is in the lake is not lotus, but floating soda cans, and it is impossible to lie quietly by the lake, because there are more people than grass, and the stone slabs have been trampled.On holidays, it’s hard to walk without jostling with others, let alone sit down and drink tea. If you’re even more unlucky, you’ll meet bikers whizzing by and young people dancing with music players. When all the sensory circuits go off fire, not to mention Qing Huan, even Huan is gone.

Finding Qinghuan became more and more difficult day by day.

When I was a student, I had a friend who lived at the foot of the Zhonghe Yuantong Temple. I would often go to him on a bumpy bus, and the two of us would walk, sit, and walk aimlessly along the stone steps up the mountain. Stop and look.At that time, there were hibiscus flowers growing in disorder on both sides of the stone steps on the mountain path of Yuantong Temple. We walked along and picked up a ripe hibiscus flower and sucked the dew at the bottom of the flower. It was as sweet as honey, and its fragrance was better than honey. Slightly holding the taste of a flower, I have a kind of joy that only spring can have in my heart.

Yuantong Temple is a temple made entirely of solid stones. Those black and solid stones are located in the mountains, like an immortal castle.Covered by green trees and with a gentle breeze, we stood in the front yard paved with stone slabs and looked at the small town that was growing. The temple at that time was clear and quiet. Looking into the distance on that platform is the joy in life.

Later, my friend got married and went abroad.I went to Yuantong Temple.The mountain road has been opened up, and cars can go up the mountain, and few people walk on the small mountain road.Just at the gate of the temple, there are many vendors, one is a mechanical horse for children, and the chirping children's songs shake the mountain, and two are grilling sausages, and the white smoke of roasting sausages is drifting towards the big Buddha of the ancient temple. , There was a mother who beat her two children for not allowing her children to eat sausages. The crying was sharp and rapid... I didn't even enter the gate of Yuantong Temple, so I turned and left in silence.The mountains are still the same mountains, and the temples are still the same temples. Why do they feel completely different?What is lost?What was lost was Qing Huan.

When I went down the mountain, I was in an unbearable mood. When I thought of the separated friends, I was not sad, but melancholy. What floated up was a poem and a poem. It’s empty, it’s still like a dream!” The poem was written by Li Gou: “People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, and you can’t see your home when you look at the end of the world. I hate that the Bishan Mountain is blocked, and the Bishan Mountain is still covered by the evening clouds.” It was dusk at that time, In the sunset covered by urban smog, I really saw a kind of tragic orange.

Gently holding the taste of a flower, there is a kind of joy that only spring can have in my heart.

When I was 20 years old, when I was in a bad mood, I ran to the horse riding field opposite the Youth Park to ride horses. Although the horses were tame and slow, they were all young and tall with smooth coats.Clamp the legs hard, and it will roar forward like an arrow, and the sound of the rapid wind will pass by both ears.What I remember most is when the horse was running, the grass was green and fluffy, as if it was full of life juice.After running a few laps, all bad moods dissipated in the wind, in the grass, and in the howling of the horse.

Especially in the winter morning, when the rein is drawn, the horse stands on the ground, kicking its long legs, with wisps of white air coming out of its nostrils, which can last for a long time. When the horse's breath disappears in the air, people feel It also seems to have gained some relief.

After riding the horse, go for a walk in the Youth Park, and walk under the shade of the trees. The cold and strong air is flowing in the forest. You can breathe deeply and indulgently, and taste the elements contained in the air. The elements are not The other one is Qing Huan.

One day recently, I suddenly thought of riding a horse. I haven't ridden for more than ten years.When I arrived at the racecourse in Qingnian Park, I almost fainted. It turned out that there was no grass in the huge racecourse. The racecourse without a grass is probably only found in Taiwan. When the horses ran, the dust billowed and filled the air. It is full of suffocating loess, blinding people's eyes.The horse is also old, and its coat color is mottled and dull.

The most frightening thing was that at some point a plastic shed was built on the horse farm, and the concrete floor was paved.Why sacrifice this racecourse for a small profit?
I know that horses will grow old, and people will change, but I can't understand the fact that there are robot horses where there are real horses, and there is no grass where the horses run.

The youth park just across from the racecourse is no longer a park. The people are more crowded and noisy than Ximending, the air is worse than a cafe, the trees are withered, the grass is yellow, and the sun is no longer shining.I traveled through the park, and when I thought of this park in my youth, my heart ached like twists and turns. Not to mention Qinghuan, it was just like the "five turbid world" mentioned in Buddhist scriptures!
Born in this era, why is "Qing Huan" so hard to find?If you want clear eyes, you will not find green mountains and green waters; if you want clear ears, you will not find peace and harmony; if you want clear noses, you will not find clean air; If you want to be happy, you can't find a cool and pure land; if you want to be happy, you can't find wisdom and a bright heart.If you want to enjoy pure joy, the only way is to stay in your own small world and cleanse your soul, because the more material world we have, the more we lose our light joy.

The joy of modern people is to eat fried crickets in a beer hall full of oily smoke and unsanitary concerns, to sing in the dark and dark karaoke, to go to a country shop or a random local chicken Drinking booze in the villa is going to a small room to do a square city play, always repeating the action of drawing cards... I think these dirty and carefree lives are joyful, but it is sad to think about it.Why can't modern people live a pure and happy life, but instead regard turbidity as joy and purity as suffering?

When a person takes turbidity as joy, it is difficult to experience the taste of clarity in life, and when the joy is over and the turbidity reappears, the world becomes more and more tasteless.

This reminds me of another poem by Dongpo:
The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are deep green, and the catkins are full of flowers when they fly.

Melancholy, there is a snow plant in the east column, how clear is life!

Su Shi looked at the pear blossoms outside the railing with Donglan. When catkins were flying all over the city, the pear blossoms were also blooming everywhere, but the pear blossom in Donglan protruded from the deep green willows, as beautiful as snow, with a kind of The beauty of melancholy, but in life, how many times can you see such a clear and delightful pear blossom?This is exactly the temperament of the romantic people through the ages, and this is what Sheng Dashi, a great painter of the Qing Dynasty, said in "Xishan Lying Youlu": "The more sophisticated a mortal is, the more witty. The more witty, the more witty. Less but elegant." "'What do you have in the mountains? There are many white clouds on the mountains, you can only enjoy yourself, and you can't bear it as a gift to you.' He is a first-rate person."

What is the first-rate character?
The first-rate characters are the ones who can experience the taste of the world even in Qing Huan!
The first-rate characters are the ones who can find happiness even in the filthy world!

One of the most ordinary things in the world may be something we will never know. Even if it is as small as a lotus seed, it has a set of great knowledge about life.

Write poems on the lotus with years
Passing through Baihe Township in Tainan County that day, it was like drinking a cup of cold honey water suddenly in the summer, it was cool and sweet.

Baihe town is an amazing place. It is the largest lotus plantation in the province. Walking in the alleys and wandering in the fields, you will see fields of big and beautiful lotus flowers around the corner.Those lotus flowers that have been carefully cultivated seem to be naturally generated, and they are not ashamed in the good wind and beautiful scenery of the earth, and they have a particularly joyful atmosphere in summer.

When I went there, it happened to be the harvest season of lotus seeds. People who planted lotus plants were busy. Adults and children all went to pick lotus seeds in the lotus field. For those of us who sigh only after seeing the beauty of lotus flowers, we will never know how to plant lotus seeds. What kind of hard work did Lian's family use to maintain a pond of lotus and make it bloom and bear fruit.

"The setting sun is slanting, and the evening wind is blowing. Come and sing the lotus ballad. The red flowers are bright, the white flowers are delicate, and the fragrance blows to the face. The lotus blossoms are fun." The "Ballad of Picking Lotus" we sang in childhood is like a dream in Baihe, because what the lotus growers pick is not lotus for ornamental purposes, but lotus seeds to support the family's life, and there is no lotus in the lotus field to harvest. The lotus boat with oars and poles has to step step by step in the mud of the lotus field.

The time for picking lotus is when the sun just rises in the morning or when the sun is about to set in the evening. The lotus pickers carry bamboo baskets, put on bamboo hats, step into the shallow mud, and pick the ripe lotus pods one by one. Come down and put it in a bamboo basket.

The picked lotus pods first dig out the lotus seeds inside. There is a layer of rough shell on the outside of the lotus seeds. If you have to peel them off one by one with a knife, the crystal white lotus seeds will roll to the ground.After the lotus seeds are peeled, the lotus heart must be picked out with a fine needle. This is all thanks to dexterous handwork, and no one can be lazy, so the whole family joins in the work.Empty lotus pods can be sold to traditional Chinese medicine shops, and can also be hung for decoration; white lotus seeds can be used to cook lotus seed soup and make many delicious dishes;

I watched the lotus pickers work in Baihe Town for a day. I don’t know why I always feel that the lotus growers are like lotus seeds. On the surface, the lotus is beautiful. The landscape of the lotus field is the most beautiful among all crops, but their hard work Like lotus heart, it is bitter.The season for picking lotus is from the Dragon Boat Festival to the turn of summer and autumn in September. After the lotus seeds are harvested, the next step is to dig the lotus roots in the soil.

The lotus field is actually a piece of mud, lotus pickers must beware of blood-sucking water frogs swimming around in the field, and the stalks of the lotus are covered with thorns.I saw that the trousers of every lotus picker were riddled with holes and sometimes bloodstained by these dense thorns, which shows that it is not easy to live on the beautiful lotus.

The children rolled the lotus leaves into a cup shape, and ran around the lotus fields holding the lotus seeds, which made me realize that no matter how hard the harvest is, there is also a happy side.

The lotus is actually a lotus, it is called "lotus" before it blooms, and it is called "lotus" after it blooms and bears fruit.I always feel that the two names have different meanings: the feeling of lotus is innocent and innocent, like a clean and flawless girl; lotus is a solemn treasure, like a young woman who is about to give birth.The lotus is suitable for viewing, and is a friend of poets and artists; the lotus brings a bit of bitterness in life, and is the life support of lotus growers.Thinking of my ignorance of lotus for many years, I only like to see and think of lotus from a far high place, but I have never entered the real world of lotus. Seeing the joys and sorrows of life behind the lotus field, I can't help but feel guilty.

Who knows that thirty lotus seeds in a lotus pod are irrigated with blood and sweat?Who knows how long a farmer has worked hard for a bowl of frozen lotus seed soup in summer?
I accompanied a lotus planter to patrol his lotus field, and watched him walk by the lotus field that occupied an area of ​​[-] square meters, telling me how a lotus should be planted, how to irrigate, how to grow, how to Harvesting, how to avoid the wind disaster.While waiting for next year's harvest, I feel that one of the most ordinary things in the world may be something we will never know. Even if it is as small as a lotus seed, it has a set of knowledge about life.

I stood on the lotus field, watching the sun shine on the lotus field, and thought that "leaving the lotus to listen to the rain" is probably a state that the lotus people will not be able to enjoy, because when the lotus is left, they will plant seeds again.The lotus leaves in the field form one piece when they sit, and they also form one piece when they are standing. They are entangled in the field.Let us sing the beauty of the lotus leaf and lotus field with some empty and clear poems, and it will never be as good as the lotus planters who use their years and blood and sweat to write poems on the lotus leaves!

As my father often said, there is no plant in the world that can compare to sweet potatoes. It is useful from head to toe, and even the flowers are beautiful.

Sweet Potatoes
After watching me finish eating two red sweet potatoes, my father got up and left in peace. When he left, he said desolately, "Why don't you find a house with land?"

This time my father came to the north because of the harvest of red sweet potatoes at home. He specially carried a bag for me and picked a few that were particularly good, hoping that I would plant them in the yard in front of the court.What he never imagined was that I had already moved from a bungalow in the suburbs to a mansion in the city. There was no place for greenery, and I couldn't even grow a dogtail grass, let alone sweet potatoes.

I picked up my father at the station and returned home. I can't describe how disappointed my father looked.He walked around the house three times before putting down the sack he was carrying, and said angrily, "Yi Niang! You live in a place without soil!" Living alone in a place where there is no soil under his feet, his father couldn't stand it. , This is what I only knew after seeing his expression.Then his anger turned into a murmur: "You live in this kind of place where the world is out of reach, where will the sweet potatoes I brought be planted? Where should they be planted?"

It is only in the past two years that I have come to know my father's feelings for sweet potatoes.

It was once when I stood in front of my old house and watched the Sumang flowers extending from the river bank, swaying in the cool autumn wind. It was shaking very hard, and I watched intently, only to suddenly see my father walking in that piece of light, I was taken aback.It turned out that my father's hair was the same color as the gray awn flowers in autumn. He walked hundreds of meters in the field full of awns, but I couldn't see it.

At that time, I was standing in the sweet potato field in front of my house. My father came to me and asked with a smile, "Are you looking at the sweet potatoes? Look, they are as big as a sheep's head!" Pushing aside the soil, he took out a strong and round sweet potato, and stared at the sweet potato with an expression of admiration.I squatted face to face with him, feeling ashamed that I couldn't see my father's figure in the Suga manghua.The father suddenly sighed innocently and cheerfully like a child, and said proudly: "Look, I'm afraid no one grows sweet potatoes better than me." Then he carefully buried the sweet potato in the soil, as if he was Collect a work of art with a solemn expression and the joy of harvest.

The look on my father's face reminded me of some childhood memories of sweet potatoes.Once I quarreled with some children from other provinces, and they kept cursing: "Sweet potato! Sweet potato!" I scolded back: "Old taro! Old taro!"

I was confused about these two nouns, so I went home and asked my father.That day, he drank a few glasses of old wine and looked very happy. He opened an old map, pointed to that part of Taiwan, and said, "Taiwan really looks like a sweet potato with a red heart. You are the children of this sweet potato! "But I was ignorant and pointed to the vast continent in the north and said: "Then the shape of this continent is a big taro, so the people from other provinces are the children of taro?" My father laughed loudly, stroked my head and said: " Boy, we also came from Tangshan, but we came earlier."

Then he used a red pen to forcefully draw our hometown in the far north on the map, implicating us in southern Taiwan where we live.It was the first time under a ten-candle light bulb, I realized that taro and sweet potato are very similar plants, not as different as we imagined.It is also the first time I know that in the hometown where snow falls in the northeast, sweet potatoes with red hearts are also growing all over the place!
My earlier memories started when I knew how to eat.Every time sweet potatoes are harvested at home, a part is always reserved and filled under the wooden sleeping bed.We must cook one-third of sweet potatoes in each meal, and put sweet potato sticks in the porridge in the morning. Sometimes I get tired of eating, and I complain.

After listening to my complaint, my father excitedly talked about the past of his youth.At that time, in order to avoid the alarm, they often nested in the air-raid shelter for a whole day.So every time my grandmother cooked the sweet potatoes and put them away, once the alarm sounded, my father's nine brothers and sisters would each carry two or three sweet potatoes and go straight to the air-raid shelter, eating sweet potatoes while listening to the symphony of planes and shells.His conclusion is often: "At that time, there were sweet potatoes to eat, and it was already a great blessing." Once he finished telling this story, we had no choice but to pick the sweet potatoes into our mouths in silence.

Father's sweet potato admonitions were not usually so serious, and he would occasionally talk about farting in the Japanese elementary school before the war.Because I ate too many sweet potatoes, farts were sometimes unbearable. At that time, eating sweet potatoes was unavoidable for ordinary families. My father described it: "So when I entered the classroom, it was often covered with war clouds, and there were fart sounds from time to time." And he said Farting is contagious, and it often responds to everyone.Once I farted so much that the whole class was punished by the Japanese teacher to kneel in front of the window. Even though I was kneeling, the sound of farting continued.My father jokingly said: "After kneeling, the sound of farts seems to be louder." When he said this, we usually eat sweet potatoes more contentedly, and we don't think it is disobedient to fart.

Then there was a war. My father went to Nanyang to fight for several years. In the jungle, he often woke him up from his sleep. What often made him cry when he was homesick was not other treasures, but ordinary red sweet potatoes. .Its roasted aroma, through years of war, warmed the heart of a young soldier in Nanyang, where even Wan Jin's family letter could not reach, and called him to return home safely.Sometimes he thinks of the smell of sweet potatoes, and a map of Taiwan in the shape of sweet potatoes clearly emerges, and then his thoughts move to the south, and the next image is the warm homeland, and the vast and boundless Great Plains full of golden rice ears...

Why is Sweet Potato's heart still red, but his father's hair is actually white.

When returning home after the war, the first thing my father did was to plant sweet potatoes in the front and back of the house, which became a tradition in our family in the future.The white-fleshed sweet potatoes are planted in front of the house, which are thick and strong, and one can grow to more than ten catties; the small garden behind the house is red sweet potatoes, with clusters of small and sweet fruits.White-fleshed sweet potatoes are prepared to prevent war escapes, while red-hearted sweet potatoes are the nostalgia of my father's Nanyang dream.

Every year on the anniversary of my father's return from Nanyang, we usually don't eat for a meal at night, but only eat red sweet potatoes. Listening to my father's talk about the war, it is my farmer father's sense of urgency.He always remembers the age of hunger, sweet potatoes can fill the stomach, now looking back, the family eats potatoes around a small lamp, I can almost see that scene in Van Gogh's famous painting "The Potato Eaters", in the silent In the middle, it is solemn and solemn.

In this place, the richest place in China in the past hundred years, my father's worries seem like a myth.Most people will never know that there are gunshots. Only a very small number of people who have gone through the war have a period of sweet potato in their hearts, and there will always be gunshots rising and falling in those years.

Because of that kind of childhood, when I travel around in the future, I will pay more attention to the traces of sweet potatoes.I found that on this sweet potato-shaped map we live in, from the northernmost point to the southernmost point, from the barren rocky land on the hillside to the fertile Shapu on the river bank, the sweet potato can be strong and grow without any fertilizers and pesticides. It grows in all directions and bears abundant fruit.

Once, when I was on an uninhabited island where the population of Penghu had migrated, I saw that all the plants cultivated by people were swallowed up by weeds, and only the sweet potatoes that were everywhere were still competing with the weeds, blooming under the merciless sea wind and scorching sun. The red morning sun-colored flowers, and in the deepest soil, each tightly clenched their fists.At that time, I knew that among the crops that people grow, the sweet potato is the toughest.

Thinking of this, the sweet potato flowers in the front and back of my childhood suddenly flashed in my mind. The shape and color of the sweet potato flowers are like morning glory, the only difference is that whether the morning glory is on the fence or by the damp ditch , all raised their heads and chests, as if to explore the scenery of the world; sweet potato flowers usually lean on the land humblely, as if they are smelling the fragrance of the soil.When the sun was about to set, the morning glory began to wither, but at that time the sweet potato flowers were blooming beautifully, and the color of the light red sunset glow filled the whole land.

As my father often said, there is no plant in the world comparable to sweet potatoes. It is useful from head to toe, and even the flowers are beautiful.Now the cleanest vegetable market in Taipei also sells green vegetables with sweet potato leaves, and the price is not cheap.Who would have thought that this is the most humble dish in the countryside, and it is only eaten when fleeing?

In the place where I live, there used to be an old man selling sugared sweet potatoes at the alley. There was a big round iron pot covered with candied sweet potatoes. It is peeled, and it grows very small, but it always seems to record some treasure in my heart.Sometimes I buy a sweet potato from the old man and eat it when I come back from a walk. The honey-like taste enters my stomach, but it is a little sour and bitter, because the old man's face always reminds me of the wind and frost that I walked through in the smoke of war.

The old man is a veteran who survived the chaos, and his hometown is in a small remote county in Shandong.Once we had an argument about sweet potatoes. The old man insisted that the red sweet potatoes in Taiwan could not compare with the red sweet potatoes in his hometown. His reason was: "Taiwan has a lot of rain, how can sweet potatoes be as sweet as those in my hometown? The sweet potatoes in my hometown It's as sweet as honey!" The old man spoke as if he had returned to his hometown and was standing in the sweet potato field.Looking at his expression reminds me of my father and his Nanyang, his dream in the flames of war. I really know that although the sweet potato is humble, it is connected with the land of nostalgia and will always reveal new sprouts in the world of nostalgia.

It’s been a long time since the red sweet potatoes my father gave me looked like they were about to germinate. I suddenly remembered the old man selling sugar sweet potatoes at the alley, so I took some to the alley to give him. Unexpectedly, the old man changed his career to selling beef noodles. I said: "Why don't you sell sweet potatoes?" The old man said in astonishment, "Oh! These days, people don't even want to eat rice. Who will buy my sweet potatoes?" Throwing it on the ground, a sweet potato jumped out of the bag and broke, revealing the bright red flesh inside.Why do these ignorant sweet potatoes still have red hearts after thirty years and refuse to change their color?
The old man and his father grew up in the same era with different backgrounds. They are just small and insignificant people in the era of ups and downs. Maybe only the red sweet potato with the skin can record the color in their hearts; the color is like a sweet potato in the morning Flowers, in the clouds shaded by the morning light, once flourished and embraced and warmed each other with humble bulbs.The reason why they can humblely survive the flames of the world is because they have the pride of their hometown deep in their hearts.

Standing on the balcony, I saw the red sweet potatoes that my father gave me last year. I planted them randomly in flower pots and put them on the flower stand on the balcony. Now, its green leaves have grown to the terrazzo ground, and some even stick out of the balcony. The railing seemed to be looking for something.Root tentacles sprouted from the leaflets of each clump of red sweet potatoes. After staying on the stone floor for a long time, they shriveled and dried up.That little red sweet potato is actually looking for its familiar land!Because of the land, I think of the back of my father who was farming in the field. In the distance of that back, he walked from a distance among the awn flowers, and when he was very close, the awns emerged from his gray hair.Why is Sweet Potato's heart still red, but his father's hair is actually white.

When I was ten years old, my father brought me to the city for the first time, and we passed a construction site where apartments had been demolished, filled with bricks and sand.My father identified a few sweet potato leaves at a glance in the gaps between the piled bricks. We followed the stems of the leaves and finally found the roots that were almost completely buried. My father said: "Look at this sweet potato, as long as there is soil on the roots , it can grow.” Then he said nothing more, took my hand, and walked to the hotel to attend my cousin’s grand wedding.

Now that I think about it carefully, the sweet potato buried in the construction site has a life experience of fleeing. Because its feet are in the soil, suffering cannot bury it. Compared with these sweet potatoes planted in flower pots, it has another The destiny and different happiness, just like we are far away from the century-old war, living in a building that looks secret and safe, but we have the sadness of losing the soil——Yi Niang!You live where there is no land.

The starry sky is quiet at night, I stood on the balcony carefully holding the red sweet potato in the pot, and found that it absorbed the night dew, and on the thin leaves, water droplets appeared one by one, and each leaf was breathing silently and carefully .At that time, I almost heard a big era with mud, the wild songs and crooning of the previous generation were buried in that small flowerpot, only the sensitivity of the quiet night could hear it.

heart of yellow roses

For this desperate love, I have lived a long period of depressed, tired, walking dead days.Last night, I came back from an interview in the mine catastrophe, and because I deplored the fragility and helplessness of life, I couldn't sleep in bed.Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight came in, I decided to make the last effort for the dying love.I figured the first thing to do would be to go to my regular florist and buy a bouquet of roses, light yellow ones, because my girlfriend likes yellow roses best.

After I shaved my beard, I barely patted myself on the chest and said, "Cheer up." Thinking of those silent sad but strong faces after the disaster in the mine yesterday, I went out.

Walking to the flower shop in the market, I thought that my girlfriend who had been together for five years would leave for a person who was not good-looking, neither interesting nor talented, and I went to buy roses for such a woman, and my heart ached and broke , angry and sad enough to cry.

When I arrived at the flower shop, barrels of beautiful and vigorous flowers were blooming against the morning sun.

After searching for a long time, I found the bucket of yellow roses, and there were only nine left, each of which was downcast. "It's so bad! When people are unlucky, the flowers they want to buy are all downcast." I cursed in my heart.

"Boss," I asked gruffly, "do you have any more yellow roses?"

The old gentleman came out of the house and said kindly: "No more, only the few flowers you saw are left."

"The heads of each of these yellow roses are hanging down, how can I buy them?"

"Oh, it's easy. You go to the market and come back in half an hour. I'll pack you a bunch of fresh and energetic yellow roses." The boss said with a smile and confidence.

"Okay." Although I didn't believe it in my heart, I thought that maybe he would transfer to another flower shop, so I turned to the market to shop.When I was depressed, I saw that the market was full of corpses. Those decomposed animal carcasses made me feel more deeply that this is a miserable world.

After finally staying in the market for half an hour, when I turned back to the flower shop, the boss had already wrapped a bouquet of vigorous yellow roses with purple ribbons and put them on the glass cabinet.

I couldn't believe my eyes, and I said, "Are these the yellow roses just now?"—their dejected looks were still reflected in my eyes.

"Yes! It's those yellow roses just now." The boss still said with a smile.

"How did you do it? You already thanked me just now." I heard myself make a voice of surprise.

The owner of the florist said: "It's very simple. These roses didn't wither just now, but they just lacked water. I soaked the whole plant in water, and within 10 minutes, they all puffed up again."

"Lack of water? Didn't you stick them in the bucket? How could there be a lack of water?"

"Young man, the whole rose plant needs water! What is soaked in the bucket is its rhizome, and the water it drinks is like eating. But people can't just eat. People need to use their brains, thoughts, and wisdom. In order to live upright. The flowers of roses also need water. In the fields, they have rain and dew, but after cutting them, few people notice that their heads also need water. The whole plant is soaked in water, which is very You'll be back soon."

I was very moved when I heard it, and was stunned: Ah!It turns out that if people want to live with their heads held high, they need more wisdom, and they should always soak their dry minds in calm water of wisdom.

When I was leaving, the boss patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, cheer up!" This sentence almost made me walk home in tears. It turned out that he had already seen that I was a yellow flower that was about to wither. Rose.

When I got home, I put a jar of water, soaked myself in the water, felt the heart of a yellow rose, and felt comfortable after soaking it up, so I decided not to give the bouquet of roses to my departed girlfriend .

I would soak that bouquet of yellow roses in water every day, and the petals would fall off after a week.

This is a true story that I wrote down in my notebook decades ago.Since that time, I have learned some secrets to the downcast flowers that I bought.I recently found this section of notes, and I feel as deeply touched as I did back then, and I truly realized that as long as people use a delicate heart to understand all phenomena and laws, there will be enlightening wisdom everywhere.

In a single flower, one can see the majesty of the universe, beauty and unyielding will.

A florist told me that almost all white flowers are very fragrant, and the more colorful the flower, the less fragrant it is. His conclusion is: "The same is true for people. The more simple and pure the person, the more inner fragrance they have."

A flower vendor told me that evening primrose is actually very fragrant during the day, but few people can smell it. His conclusion is: "Because people's hearts are too impetuous during the day, they can't smell the fragrance of evening primrose. If a person's heart during the day It is also very quiet, and you will find that evening primrose, osmanthus, and seven lixiang are fragrant even in the hot noon."

The same is true for people, the more simple and pure people are, the more fragrant they are inside.

In a single flower, one can see the majesty of the universe, beauty and unyielding will.

A flower vendor told me that when buying lotus flowers in the morning, you must choose those that are in full bloom. The conclusion is: “Morning is the best time for lotus flowers to bloom. If a lotus flower does not bloom in the morning, it may not bloom at noon or night. Let’s see It's the same with people, if a person has no ambition when he is young, it is very difficult to have ambition in middle age or old age."

A flower seller told me that the more expensive the flower, the easier it is to wither. This is to explain to the flower buyer: "Treasure youth! Because youth is the most precious flower!"

A florist told me...

Let us experience all the manifestations of this sentient world. When we have a heart of great enlightenment, even caring for a yellow rose, connecting our hearts with each other, we will know that in the most ordinary things recently, there is The deepest and most amazing wisdom!

beautiful heart
At a speech meeting, an audience member asked me: "Mr. Lin, I found that the people who came to listen to your speech, both male and female, are very beautiful. I would like to ask you, are beautiful people especially like to read your books?" Or will I become beautiful after reading your book?"

Because his question was so abrupt, there was a burst of laughter.

I said: "You see these people so beautiful, it is because you look at them with a beautiful heart, just like when we look at you now, we think you are also very beautiful!"

After the speech, I walked home along the park in the dark night, and found that the park under the moonlight is also very beautiful, with gentle flowers and trees, floating gold in the pool water, and the fragrance of flowers in the air, yes!The world is so beautiful, some people are particularly easy to see, because they have a beautiful heart.

Sadly, usually we only see the beauty of parks, the beauty of flowers and trees, the beauty of moon and stars, very few people see the beauty of others, see the many beautiful people in the streets, in restaurants, in many, many places Heart.

My writing is not only telling people about the beauty of this world, but also arousing some sleeping beautiful hearts.

Lotus of Tranquility
Occasionally, when I was walking on the sidewalk, I suddenly saw a round of sunset hanging at the end of the street extending from the street. At this time, I would think: such a beautiful sunset really foretells the end of the day.

Occasionally, on a certain road, I see the dead branches of kapok with all the leaves, dark brown standing alone by the street, with a desolate posture, then I think: the kapok has fallen again, life depends on the opening of the beautiful kapok How many times can there be?

Occasionally in a cafe by the side of the road, seeing the green light turn on, an old woman in plain clothes, holding her little granddaughter who is dressed like a spring flower, hurried across the road, at this time, I would think: that old woman used to be like a flower A beautiful girl, and that girl will one day become an old woman holding her granddaughter.

Occasionally, I stop at the pedestrian bridge on the road, looking down at the continuous flow of cars rushing in all directions under the bridge, but I feel that the Mercedes-Benz seems to be a static picture.At this time, I would think: where is the starting point?And where is the end?

Occasionally when I came home, I turned on the faucet to wash my hands, and saw the gushing clear water rushing, which suddenly made me stand there with a deep tremor. It is time, mood, or a kind of thought.

Occasionally, on a country road, I found a forgotten butterfly flower. Its shape is very similar to the Phoenix flower, but it is more elegant than the Phoenix flower. Surprised.At this time, I would think: Is the flower the phantom of the butterfly, or is the butterfly the predecessor of the flower?

Occasionally in the quiet night, I heard the cats raised by the neighbors chasing each other for lust on the roof, neighing at each other fiercely, which made the hairs stand on end.At this time, I would think: the lust of animals is so rough, but if we look back and forth at human beings from a more delicate high point, aren’t human beings also such rough animals?

Occasionally, in a small pond in the mountains, I saw a red water lily, boldly pulled out from the shallow ground of the mud, and released a string of beautiful notes, as if ignoring the surrounding filth.At this time, I would think: Ah!ah!What kind of experience do we need to be like this pure lotus?
Occasionally we live in the same way as others, but if we calm our hearts like a lake without waves, we can see this boundless and complex world with a clear and clear mood. Wisdom is found in the filth.If we are wise people, all troubles will bring enlightenment, and all small things can make us perceive its meaning and value.

It is not that difficult to seek wisdom in the human world.Above all, make ourselves soft-hearted, so soft that when we see a petal fall from a flower, it makes us tremble and know its meaning.

Only with its softness can we be sensitive; only with its softness can we tolerate; only with its softness can we be delicate; only with its softness can we transcend ourselves, and even tolerate our wounds when we are hurt.

A soft heart is the sprout of great compassion, and a soft heart is also the seed of bodhicitta. A soft heart is the source of our self-clarity while living in the dunya.

The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, the widest sea is soft, the boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are soft!

The softness of our hearts can be more beautiful than petals, greener than grasslands, wider than oceans, more boundless than sky, more comfortable than clouds, softness is the most powerful and constant.

Let us bloom the soft and pure lotus of wisdom in the humble, wet and dirty world!

What kind of experience do we need to be like this pure lotus?
The so-called solitary happiness means that a person can be happy when he is alone, with the enrichment of soul and life, even if he sits quietly all afternoon, he can also be at peace.

Solo and Solo

Friends in life can be roughly divided into four types. One is that they don’t think of us when they are happy, and only come to share with us when they are suffering and helpless. Such friends are often the least able to share the pain of others. All bring him joy.He poured out his pain on others, but he quickly forgot about it.

One is that he only seeks friends when he is happy, but buries the pain in his heart alone. Such a friend is usually good at understanding the pain of others, and when we throw away the pain, he catches it.

One is that no matter what time and mood you need to share with others, you think that happiness alone is not as good as all, and sorrow is not as good as all. When you are in love, you rush to announce it to your friends all over the world.He will always have companions, but he is also very curious about good things, and always hopes that his friends will tell him all the most private things like him.

There is also a kind of friend who doesn’t get close to others, who has his own unique way of life, who is happy and awake alone, who is broad-minded, delicate in thinking, superior in taste, and has some unfathomable mysteries. They are the best friends The biggest advantage of a person is that he is good at listening, like the sea, he can tolerate the pouring out of other people's joy or pain, but he is unwavering. Because he knows the key to solving the problem, he encourages others' happiness and lends a helping hand to pain.

Using water as an analogy, the first type is the river type, and they flow all the garbage they create into the sea.The second type is the pond type, they are good at collecting the pain of others and themselves.The third type is the wave type, they always hit the shore one after another, and there is never a static time.The fourth type is the sea type, they accept all kinds of rivers, but do not lose themselves.

Of course, it is not absolute to divide friends like this, because friends have thousands of faces, and these are just rough types.

What kind of friends are we going to make?In other words, what kind of friend do we want to be?
Carlyle Gibran has two dialogues in "Friendship": "Your friend is here to respond to your needs. He is your field. You sow with love and reap with gratitude. He is your table and Wall lamp, because you went to him when you were hungry, and you went to him for peace." "Give your best to your friend, and if he must know your lows, let him know your highs too! If only for What's the point in finding your friend to kill time? Find him to share your life with! For he meets your needs, not fills your emptiness. Let the sweetness of friendship have laughter and sharing! For the heart is in the little things In the dew, the morning that finds it is refreshed."

In the era of agricultural society, friendship was pure, because there were relatively few interests in it; in youth, friendship was also pure, because there was more connection between heart and spirit, and there was little entanglement of desire.

For middle-aged people in industrial society, friendship often becomes a complicated entanglement, and the word friend has also deteriorated. It is difficult for us to walk on the coast with one person and listen to each other's hearts; it is rare to talk about some pure things with one person in a tea house.Friends become a group, pouring wine in a beer hall, eating meat in a restaurant, shouting together, and even singing to each other in a dark place like karaoke.

In the past, where there was friendship, we could gain clarity of mind, comfort and care, wisdom and peace.Many times now, friends make us cloudy, indifferent, lost, stupid and uneasy.Modern people have become "river-shaped", "pond-shaped" and "wave-shaped" patterns, and it is rare to find people with a big heart.

In modern society, solitary happiness and solitary awakening have become very important. The so-called "solitary happiness" means that a person can be happy when he is alone, with the enrichment of soul and life, even if he sits quietly all afternoon, he can feel at ease; The so-called "wake up alone" means not to be confused by the joy of others. The lifestyle that everyone thinks should be lived is often not necessarily suitable for us. Then, why not wake up alone?
Only when we can enjoy ourselves alone, can we become people of the sea type. When the river rushes in, when the pond is full of water, and when the waves pass by, we can tolerate without compromising our own purity.Gibran said:
Don't be sad when you part with your friends,

Because those qualities you love the most, when he leaves you, you will feel more obvious,

It's like a mountain climber looking at a high mountain from a flat ground, and the mountain appears more clearly.

Faith makes a person pure
Recently, I was invited by the Taipei Sisters' Association to give a speech at the bishop's office, and I spoke for three hours at a stretch.On the same day, Father Li Zhen, a professor of Fuzhou University, also gave a speech. Before mass in the evening, we had a small discussion. Mo and other scholars went to study wisdom.

He said: "As Chinese priests and nuns, we are different from Westerners, because we are born with the blood of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and Mohism, so we should not and cannot cut off these traditional things. Seek wisdom within."

Then the nuns sang hymns and said Mass, and goodness and beauty, solemnity and harmony flowed in the room.

Although I am a devout Buddhist, I was deeply moved when I saw the expressions on the faces of the nuns. I feel that it is a very happy thing for people to have a faith that can persist in worship. Have a straight heart, a meditation heart, and a Dao heart.

Many virtues in the world are also developed from beliefs, such as compassion, Buddhism is to save all beings, Catholicism is to serve the crowd; Original heart and repentance, Buddhism is meditation and meditation, Catholicism is silent prayer mass...In faith, people can have virtues such as dedication, humility, tolerance, and belief in the power of the universe.

The most important thing is that belief makes people pure and comfortable, sincere and complete, and stay away from upside-down dreams.In particular, Buddhism believes that faith is the highest vehicle and the most mundane, because only by faith can one gain wisdom, one can become enlightened, and one can cross the great river of life and death. "Buddha Says Mahayana Ten Dharma Sutra" says: "Faith is the highest vehicle, and it is through this that enlightenment is achieved; therefore, faith and other things are respected and approached by the wise. Faith is the most mundane, and the believers are infinitely lacking; with faith and other methods, the wise are close. If you don't believe in a good man, you won't produce white dharmas; just like scorched seeds, you won't grow from roots." "The Brahma Net Sutra" says: "All actions are based on faith, and all virtues are rooted." In the sea, faith is the foundation. When crossing the river of life and death, abstinence is a boat." All of them illustrate the importance of faith.

For those who have faith, the "Surangama Sutra" says it well: "For example, qin, harp, harp, and pipa, although they have wonderful sounds, if they don't have wonderful fingers, they can't make them." If you don’t believe it, it’s like a person without eyes, who doesn’t believe that there is light, and doesn’t believe it when you talk about it vertically, but because you are blind, you can see the sun?”

It is difficult for people without faith to know what kind of happiness faith can bring to people, and it is also difficult to know how peaceful and pure state faith can achieve.

There is a famous couplet in Zen Buddhism: "The sky is forever, and the wind and the moon are in the sky." Zen Master Shanneng of the Southern Song Dynasty explained it best: "You can't have the wind and the moon in the sky, but you can see the sky in the sky; you can't be in the sky, you can't know the wind and the moon in the sky." Just as Einstein, the greatest contemporary scientist, said: "Those things that cannot be penetrated present the highest wisdom and dazzling beauty, but our ability to resemble the light of fireflies can only rely on 'knowing' and 'sensing'. ' to know it in its most primitive form!"

The wisdom of faith is indeed incomparable, supreme, and innocent wisdom.

We are all sentient beings. Wealth, famous utensils, and enjoyment are not difficult to find. What is difficult is to put wisdom and faith above all else, so that our hearts are like innocent children, and we can be truly clear and moved, as the Buddha said: " I am pure so I give purification. I give purification so I wish to be pure. I wish to be pure and Bodhi is pure. The Tao is pure and everything is pure.”

Is there any higher realm and more true beauty in life than purity?
Warm a pot of wine under the moonlight

escape
When I was young, in the West Wing of my hometown, my sister taught me Dongpo Ci. Once I was surprised when she mentioned the sentence "Yi Yan Yu Ren Ping Sheng" in "Ding Feng Bo", as if I saw a man with a bamboo stick and straw sandals. The old man walked alone on the road of rivers and lakes, with smoke and rain in front of him and behind him, a long road leading to the distant sky.

"Why is he?" I asked.

"He doesn't want anything anymore." My sister said, "So later on there was a saying, 'Looking back at the bleak place, and going back, there will be neither wind nor rain nor sunshine'."

"It's too lonely like this. He should bring a pot of wine, a piece of love, and a passion for blood."

"I have passed through the clouds in the smoke, I have walked in the rain, I have passed everything, what else can I do? The so-called 'traveling in the mist is not a settlement, life is beyond the hat', once the things of life have passed, no matter how lively it is, it is normal. "

When I was a little older, I realized that the realm of "bamboo sticks and straw shoes are light than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain for a lifetime" is not easy to achieve, because there are really many things in life that cannot be escaped and cannot be thrown away. Fame and fortune are still there. Secondly; at least like a pot of wine, a piece of love, and a passion for blood are not easy to escape, especially love.

I remember the Japanese novelist Takeshi Koji Shinto once wrote a story. It is said that there was a Kume fairy who was quite emotional in the world. Very white.Immortal Jiumi was dazzled by it, and all thoughts suddenly came to life, and he fell from the cloud head in a blink of an eye.It can be seen that escape from love is not something that can be obtained through penance.

I think "escape from love" must be a whim, a skill that happens by chance, just like writing poetry, and it is also the same as drinking.When you are chanting wildly and drunk, the poems are rushing like pulp. At this time, you can use strong wine to warm up your dreams and realize your enlightenment for a while.If you practice hard, you may reach the state of "good dreams come and go, and the cold spring seems to be gone", and you are still far away from the feeling of fleeing. It fell into the clouds.

In the winter of the year before last, I was traumatized by emotions. I once avoided living in Hualien to escape love. During the starry and cold moon, I talked with the monks about the pain of love in the world. When I talked about the desolation, even the monks couldn’t help crying.If someone asks me: "What is love in the world?" I will answer: "The thing that cannot be escaped." Even the collision of cold stones will cause fire. In fact, there is fire in every stone, which shows that no matter how cold it is Things also have a sensual texture, so how can emotion escape?

Love is like a big basin, no fish can swim out of the basin, even if people can forget each other in the rivers and lakes, love is bigger than the rivers and lakes.

I think the most effective way to escape from love may be to love more bravely, because love can be sick, and it can also be cured;Lover is majestic and majestic, standing thousands of feet on the wall. From a low place, you can't see the top, and from a high place, you can't see the bottom. It's chilling, but if you walk a few times on the thousand feet, it won't be so scary. .

The Neo-Confucianist Cheng Mingdao and his younger brother Cheng Yichuan once went to a friend's banquet together. During the banquet, the friends invited prostitutes to drink together.After the banquet, Yi Chuan accused Ming Dao of being disrespectful, and Mr. Ming Dao replied: "There are prostitutes in my eyes, but there are no prostitutes in my heart!" realm.

When it comes to running away from love, it is not just the love that escapes the world, sometimes there is love in the heart.Once, during the warm fragrance and moon season, I was drunk with my friends in Bitan. After getting drunk, I got on a Mulan boat and wanted to drink in the boat. Drink to the moon." If you refuse to drink, you have something in your heart, even if it's the Chutian River, you can't be carefree, you can't forget everything.

I read "Ci Yuan Cong Tan" before, and there is a story in it:
On the following weekend, there was a Shi family in Bianjing who opened a tea house. A beggar came to ask for a drink. Instead, he worshiped Yijin.The beggar said to the girl, "Would you like to drink my residual tea?" The woman suspected that the beggar poured part of the tea on the ground, filling the room with a strange fragrance, so the girl drank the remaining residual tea and felt refreshed and healthy.

The beggar said to the girl: "I am Lu Xian. Although you have no fate to drink up my leftover tea, I still let you ask for a wish." Yuejing, the gate of Yuanguan has been opened and closed, and it looks like this, and it has lived its life, and it has carefully cooked yin and yang." Then it floated away.

This story made me realize that all feelings are forgotten, "and cook the yin and yang carefully" is really the realm of the gods. The girl surnamed Shi is already rare in the world, but she still can't forget her longevity and disgust. In the end, she still failed. , is also not available.

The older I get, the more I feel that the meaning of Su Dongpo's words "a cloud of mist and rain for a lifetime" and "neither wind nor rain nor sunshine" is unattainable. I think Dongpo also has "three parts of spring, two parts of dust, and one part of running water. Looking closely, it is not Yanghua, a little bit is the feeling of leaving people's tears; there is the wish of "I hope that people will live a long time, and we will share the beauty together"; You come here, and you can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. The coldness of the pink tears and the rain, it can be seen that "a cloud of mist and rain for life" is just his yearning.

How can love escape?

cook snow
It is said that because of the freezing weather, people in the North Pole turn into ice and snow when they speak, and the other party cannot hear them, so they have to go home and bake slowly to listen...

This is an extremely romantic legend, probably made up by sentimental southerners.

However, it is quite difficult for us to assume that the freezing of words is a real thing. Just imagine: what kind of fire do you use when you go home to roast or cook snow?Because human speech is emotional, cooking too slow or too fast is not enough to express the speaker's emotions.

If I were born in the North Pole, I might have to worry about cooking for a long time. If I talk to impatient people, I should cook them on high fire when I go home;What if you quarrel with someone?You must light a fire when you get home, so that you can hear the crackling sound of fire at that time.

When you come home and talk about love, you must carefully brew the atmosphere at the time. First cut the ice with love poems, cut it into thin pieces, and cook with a little wine. Then, it can be cooked. Makes people slightly drunk.If you feel strong, you can't use the stove fire. You need to use a candle and add a cup of coffee so that you won't get too drunk, and you can stay awake.

I have passed through the clouds in the smoke, I have walked in the rain, I have passed everything, what else can I do?
When the wine is finished, the scent of cinnamon curls up like a heavenly product.

When you meet someone you don't like, or if you don't like it, it's easy to deal with, just throw away the formed ice at will.If you like to listen to it, you can cook half of it and save the half to taste it later. People living in the North Pole are so happy.

But happiness doesn’t last forever. Sometimes the weather is too cold and the fire can’t be lit, which makes people anxious. I have to hold the ice and snow and let it melt slowly with my hands, listening while melting.People who are impatient may throw snow on the wall. If you fall hard, you can't hear it, but if you fall hard, the sound will shake the roof tiles, causing noise.

I yearn for the romantic world where the North Pole speaks. It is a peaceful and peaceful world where I can create my own life. In our era of noise everywhere, sometimes I hope that everyone’s words will turn into ice and snow. How to deal with it when I go home? No one can control their own affairs.Especially when there are many people who want to hold some boring meetings, you can throw that noisy big snowball in the gutter in front of your house, so that it will never see the light of day.

At this time and here, cooking snow may become a science. People with rich life experience can cook snow for others according to the size and color of snow; because it is really not easy to cook snow properly, just like speaking properly.Young lovers can borrow other people's "love snow", and borrow other people's snow to water the block in their hearts.

If you break up in love, before the ice and snow melt, you can set a fire to burn down the snow house and burn it into another spring.

Warm a pot of wine under the moonlight

If cooking snow really has something to do with it, other things can be left behind. We can use an empty bottle to pack the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus tonight, wait for the sweet-scented osmanthus to fade, and then open the bottle cap and taste it carefully.

Put the warmth of first love in an exquisite glass box, and when the youth is over and we are getting old, we can lift the lid of the box and feel a warm current, which is enough to comfort our old feelings.

There are many unexpected tastes in it, such as putting moonlight in a wine jug and drinking it with a slow fire... There is a real meaning in this, which is the realm of a wine fairy.

Once I lived in Lion Head Mountain with my friends. Every evening, I drank to my heart's content under the big stone engraved with "the heart is Buddha". I often drank until the moonlight was full before returning to sleep in the temple, living a life like a fairy .On the last day, we were all a little drunk, and we went down the mountain with wine bottles. When we reached the bottom of the mountain, we suddenly felt that our chests were filled with the fragrance of the mountains, and we didn't know where the alcohol had gone.

Sometimes abstract things can also be perceived by us, and sometimes physical things can also become invisible in a blink of an eye. The years are the proof. When we live, we really feel that we exist. Clouds and smoke are invisible.However, these past events that have disappeared into the invisible can be used to drink, and they will emerge after drinking.

There is a philosophy in drinking. Prepare a lot of appetizers. Drinking in a mess is the inferior way of drinking; a few peanuts, a plate of dried tofu, and friends from all over the world are the middle way of drinking; drinking alone, Raising a glass to invite the bright moon to form three people is the best way to drink.

As for the best way to drink, in spring, you can drink Wujiapi in front of the rhododendrons in full bloom in the garden; in summer, you can drink beer among the wild trees and flowers; Drunk; in the cold winter season, facing the honeysuckle flowers between the fences, warm a pot of Daqu with wintersweet.This kind of thing has reached the realm where there is nothing to drink with.

Of course, poetry can also go with wine.

Yu Wenbao talked about a story in "Records of Poems of Past Dynasties Yu Yin Blowing the Sword". It mentioned that Su Dongpo once was in Yutang Day, and there was a scene where a scholar was good at singing. Dongpo asked: "How is my Ci like Liu Qi (Liu Yong)?" The Mushi said to him: "Liu Langzhong's Ci is only suitable for seventeen or eighteen girls, holding a red tooth board, and singing 'Yang Liu'an, Xiaofeng Wanyue'. A bachelor's Ci must be a Kansai man, a copper lute, and an iron board, singing "Da Jiangdong to go'." Dongpo was overwhelmed.

This story can also be referred to drinking. When drinking light wine, you should read Li Qingzhao; when drinking sweet wine, you should read Liu Yong;Others, such as Xin Qiji, should drink sorghum in small sips; read Fang Weng, should drink Daqu in large swigs; read Li Houzhu, it is best to boil ginger juice with Matsu old wine until it tastes bitter; as for Tao Yuanming and Li Taibai, it is suitable for both strong and light, binge drinking Everything is fine.

Drinking pure wine naturally has a real taste, but there is also a taste of not mixing things in the wine.Fan Chengda mentioned in "Jun Luan Lu": "Panyu people make heart word incense, use unopened plain jasmine, wear a clean device, split agarwood thinly, and seal it layer by layer. Overwhelming fragrance." I think that the way to make jasmine heart fragrance is also the way to mix wine, sometimes it is not necessary to mix it directly, so that it can have the real taste of pure wine, and also have the lingering fragrance that pure wine does not have.I have a friend who is good at making wine. When making wine, he surrounds it with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in autumn.

When we read Tang and Song poetry, we know that drinking is not an easy task. Thinking back to Li Bai's hundreds of poems fighting wine, his momentum was like rushing thunder, and his poems were like a long whale sucking hundreds of rivers.Modern people pay attention to style in drinking, not poetic wine.Yuan Mei mentioned Yang Chengzhai's words in "Suiyuan Poetry Talk": "People with low talent always talk about style, but don't understand humor. Why? Geniuses don’t do it.” Drinking and having fun in the Qinlou Tavern is a style, and being able to warm the moonlight of last year until this year’s drink is humorous and spiritual, and there is a bit of talent in it.

In the "Vimalakirti Sutra", there is a record of a celestial maiden scattering flowers. When the Bodhisattva was preaching to his disciples, the celestial maiden appeared and scattered flowers between the Bodhisattva and his disciples. The flowers on the disciples' bodies stuck to them. The disciples were embarrassed and tried to make it fall with divine power, but they did not fall.The fairy said: "Those who see bodhisattvas without flowers have already cut off all separate thinking. For example, people are afraid of time, but it is not convenient for them. For example, because disciples are afraid of life and death, sight, sound, smell, and taste are easy to touch. Those who have left the fear, all the five desires are powerless. The practice has not been completed, and the body and ears are spent. The practice is exhausted, and the flower is not available."

This is also not about style, but about spirituality.Although Buddhism emphasizes that wine, sex, wealth, and energy are all empty, I think that drinking to the extreme can reach the realm of Buddhism. Let me ask, if you can bear the false name and replace it with light drinking and singing, even if the goddess comes to scatter flowers, you can’t get on your body. , honor and disgrace are forgotten, the past and the past are turned into a wisp of smoke, and all cause and effect are fulfilled. Isn't it the state of the so-called penance and deep cultivation in Buddhism?
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