Appreciation of Lin Qingxuan's Prose

On the bus, I saw a mother constantly taking care of her mentally retarded son and worried about his first bus ride.

The car was frightened.

"Baby, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the car is very safe." -mom's baby, it seems to have been a dozen.

A teenager of years old.

The passengers looked at their mother bathed in love with great reverence.

I think it would be nice if everyone could look at their mother with such reverence. Unfortunately, most people often

Ignoring your own mother is also so radiant.

When the mother and son got off the bus, there was silence in the car, and the driver showed unusual patience and waited for them.

In full order, then slowly start and drive away.

Passengers also pay attention to the mother and son until they disappear on the street corner.

Why is there such solemn silence when we love someone completely unselfishly? The reason is that we often

It is difficult to achieve the solemn state of completely dissolving people.

Complete integration is selfless, selfless and artificial, just like the tungsten filament of a light bulb suddenly lights up, it will light up.

Bright and radiant.

Take treating children as an example! Children with mental retardation are so innocent and pitiful in the eyes of their mothers.

Our own treatment of normal and healthy children is so harsh and full of conditions that we can't love them wholeheartedly.

I hope we can treat our children like mothers, completely selfless and integrated, and have a sense of dignity.

Strict beauty is full of the brilliance of love.

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Unfilial child

I met an old gentleman at the airport who told me that he would move to the mainland to settle down.

"Why?"

According to the standard, he has two sons and a daughter in Taiwan Province Province, and they have been doing well since he found one of them in the mainland.

And then he became very unfilial.

"Why?"

"Because, worry about the mainland's son also to rob my heritage! In fact, I am not dead yet, where is the legacy! "

Seeing the old man limping on the plane, I thought, don't we just want something from our parents when we grow up?

Think about what you can give the old man.

If the son of the mainland is the eldest brother of the children in Taiwan Province Province, what should I do if I give him a share of my father's property? let alone

Father is not dead yet, and I don't know how to divide the property!

The old man who lamented his children's unfilial told me, "Sometimes I think that since I am so unfilial, I can't even pay a dime."

Don't leave it with them. Then he said with a wry smile, "I won't really do that. I will always be my own child!" "

He lives in the mainland, just hoping to avoid the children in Taiwan Province Province holding a grudge every time they see him.

Alas! How I hope that children in this world can understand their parents' hearts!

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Bathe the glorious mother

On the bus, I saw a mother constantly taking care of her mentally retarded son and worried about his first bus ride.

The car was frightened.

"Baby, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the car is very safe." -mom's baby, it seems to have been a dozen.

A teenager of years old.

The passengers looked at their mother bathed in love with great reverence.

I think it would be nice if everyone could look at their mother with such reverence. Unfortunately, most people often

Ignoring your own mother is also so radiant.

When the mother and son got off the bus, there was silence in the car, and the driver showed unusual patience and waited for them.

In full order, then slowly start and drive away.

Passengers also pay attention to the mother and son until they disappear on the street corner.

Why is there such solemn silence when we love someone completely unselfishly? The reason is that we often

It is difficult to achieve the solemn state of completely dissolving people.

Complete integration is selfless, selfless and artificial, just like the tungsten filament of a light bulb suddenly lights up, it will light up.

Bright and radiant.

Take treating children as an example! Children with mental retardation are so innocent and pitiful in the eyes of their mothers.

Our own treatment of normal and healthy children is so harsh and full of conditions that we can't love them wholeheartedly.

I hope we can treat our children like mothers, completely selfless and integrated, and have a sense of dignity.

Strict beauty is full of the brilliance of love.

Night talk with my father

My father and I felt very close when we were in the second year of high school.

Once, my father and I went to live in our forest farm. My father and I slept together and chatted by candlelight. Father and I talked.

He remembered how he was full of ideals when he was young, and he went up the mountain alone to open up four or seven hundred Jiashan.

He said: "Under the bed where we sleep, many snakes crawl in to hibernate in winter and get up in the middle of the night to pee.

Everyone should stand firm so as not to step on the snake. "

My father told me: "The most important thing for young people is hard work and courage."

That night, I talked with my father for a long time before falling asleep.

I was very moved when I woke up, because I never talked to my father alone for more than an hour or even more since I was a child.

Don't say sleeping together.

In our parents' generation, because they received little education, China tradition and Japanese education made them.

Being serious and not good at expressing feelings often leads to a generation gap and prevents us from getting to know each other and getting close.

After thirty or forty years of hard work, this generation of parents can get closer to their children, but because things are busier, time is shorter.

Even less.

It has been more than 20 years since high school, and I often miss talking with my father by candlelight. Unfortunately.

My father died, and I will never have that kind of happiness again.

We should always cherish the time with our parents and children, because the good times are fleeting!

Distribute to the most precious mother

A friend came back from abroad to attend his father's funeral. Because he came too late, the family property had been divided by his brother.

My friend said to me, "Before I went home, my brothers divided all their property, and they had nothing."

Only our only mother gave me what was left for me. "

When my friend spoke, he began to cry in the dark room. My friend has a successful career abroad, so he didn't do it for.

Wealth cries, but grieves for brotherhood.

I comforted my friend and said, "It is the greatest blessing that you can get the only mother!" " In this world, there are many very

Many people are willing to give up all their wealth just to get their mother back! This friend listened and smiled happily.

I said, "if your brother doesn't even leave you his only mother, you are miserable!" " "

Little monkeys grow beans.

In the forest, there lived a group of monkeys.

One day, a hunter went hunting in the forest, and all the animals ran away when they heard the hunter's footsteps.

Monkeys followed other animals into the forest.

Only a little monkey hid in the tree and didn't escape. It looked at the hunter in the Woods and felt how the hunter was.

Noble, without lice' hair, wearing a tiger and leopard's fur robe and holding a bow and arrow, how handsome and powerful!

All the animals ran away as soon as they saw him. How brave and great!

"alas! How noble people are! I don't want to be a monkey anymore, I want to learn to be a man. "

So the little monkey slowly moved out of the forest and lived on the edge of the forest. At this time, he felt how happy people were.

Living in a house with lights, while monkeys can only live in a dark forest; How noble it is for people to stand, but monkeys can only squat;

The little monkey must learn the determination to be a man.

It runs outside the forest every day to observe people's movements and lives.

When it sees people walking, it learns to walk like a human.

When you see people plowing, you learn how to plow.

Seeing people laughing, it grinned too.

This little monkey has completely forgotten that he is a monkey. If he doesn't see anyone for a day, he will feel very lonely. As long as he sees a person,

I'm happy to walk up to people and imitate their actions.

People on the edge of the forest saw that the little monkey was cute and everyone liked it. They bring things to feed it every day and watch it learn.

As a human being, I am also happy to discuss: "There are many people in this world who are no longer like human beings. Look, this little monkey has it. "

It's really hard to be a popular person! "

They stroked the little monkey's head with their hands and said, "You are becoming more and more human."

Sit down and chat with the little monkey.

Dance hand in hand with the little monkey.

Seen from a distance, the little monkey really looks like a human.

The little monkey also feels that he is no different from people except that he can't talk.

One day, the farmer went to plant beans in the field. The little monkey learned to catch a handful of beans and plant them in the field, but he was not careful.

I dropped a bean, so I dropped a handful of beans in my hand. I went to find the lost bean, but it didn't find the lost bean.

Son, but when I came back, I found that the other beans were eaten up by the birds.

The farmers laughed and said, "After all, monkeys are still monkeys."

The little monkey was very sad, only knowing that he was a monkey, so he ran back to the forest to find his companion, but his

It's so human that my partner has no idea.

Yuanyang incense burner

A pair of porcelain mandarin ducks, one facing east and the other facing west, are small and smart, as if they had just met in the corner of the world.

Yes, they flapped their wings, crossed each other and crossed the water silently.

The mandarin ducks are locked in a corner of the glittering window of a jewelry store on Nanjing East Road, brighter than coral.

Gemstone is even more dazzling, but because its swimming posture is so peaceful and quiet, it seems to have nothing to do with the world.

Swim into the distance endlessly.

Looking further inside, there is a small box in the gem shop, in which five characters of heaven and earth are written, and the morning fragrance has not arrived yet.

Burned out, smoke chain around, I stood at the window, can not help but crazy, like a mandarin duck led me to swim along the smoke line to my children.

In the dream of 2008.

I remember when I couldn't read, there was a pair of mandarin ducks on the ancestral hall, which were made of porcelain sandalwood stoves all year round.

Walking around the hall with a cigarette on the first floor, the smell of sandalwood seems to evoke a deep and peaceful spiritual world.

Even a child will be attracted to fly happily. I often play with my brothers in the hall, whenever I run through the incense.

When I smell sandalwood in front of the stove, I always lose my mind unconsciously and stare blankly at that faint but endless cigarette.

Especially in winter, a straight smoke is not only fragrant, but also a symbol of warmth. Sometimes a family

Don't say anything, sitting in front of the incense burner at night, the mood seems to be integrated into the melting pot, burning a faint fragrance.

It makes me feel a nameless warmth more deeply than the incense burner on the mysterious table.

I like summer nights best. We sat around and listened to my grandfather telling stories. My grandfather always cooks mandarin ducks slowly first.

Incense burner, and then sat on his cane chair, telling those touching stories that are still bleeding and crying. We leaned on grandpa's knee.

Open your curious eyes and listen to the still moving footsteps of your ancestors. When the starry night is still, the smoke from the incense burner will go straight up.

Floating on the roof beam, floating around the roof beam into the yard, a little bit, fireflies are attracted, cigarettes are like the tail of burning fireflies.

Part of the light, faint light scattered, lit up the yearning for the sky.

Sometimes autumn is bleak, there is a transparent coolness in the air, the autumn leaves are red, and the smoke in the Yuanyang incense burner is as soft as a snake.

As it rises, the smoke pushes away the cold autumn night with small hands and pushes out a warm sky. Looking from Xiaoxiang's backyard,

You can almost see this pair of mandarin ducks snuggling together.

The shape of this pair of Yuanyang incense burners is very wonderful. The abdomen of the male and the female are connected, with the male slightly in front and the female slightly behind. female

Yuanyang is brown as iron ash, with blue wings and a white belly with brown spots, like brown broken flowers.

On the winter ice and snow, its small round head is miniature, leaning against the shoulder of the male mandarin duck.

Male mandarin ducks are completely different from female mandarin ducks. Its head is held high and it wears a crown. The crown is long copper hair.

The wings of colorful patches are raised high, like a warrior with shields on both sides. Its back is more beautiful, red,

Blue, yellow, white and purple are all in one place, just like a garden in full bloom in spring. Its red mouth is dragon spit beads and black.

The eyes are black roses, and the abdomen is full of white spots.

The mandarin ducks nestled on a glittering green lotus leaf.

The bellies of Yuanyang incense burners are connected, and there is a small round hole on the back of each burner. When sandalwood smoke comes out of their backs,

On the surface, it seems to be burned separately, but in fact, the abdomen and abdomen are mutually inductive. One of the games I play most often is in.

The male mandarin duck is burned with sandalwood and then covered on the back of the male mandarin duck. Smoke and aroma will rise from the back of the female mandarin duck.

If sandalwood is burned on the female mandarin duck to cover her back, cigarettes will rise from the male mandarin duck's back; If you put both sides

Cover them, they are like a date, and in an instant, sandalwood goes out in the stomach.

Both sides are not covered, just light one, and the smoke will come out evenly, each with a wisp of smoke, rising halfway.

Slowly together, at the top of the building, we can't be separated. The tangled smoke is twisted in the wind, like singing a song.

Rhythmic songs.

The memory of Yuanyang incense burner is the beginning of my childhood. The longer I wash it, the clearer my image will be. border on

It can be said that it was my initial yearning for emotion and art. I don't know which craftsman made the Yuanyang incense burner, but it was my ancestors later.

My father bought it, and the beauty of its color and shape made me understand the beauty of China folk art; Although it is an ordinary object,

But there is a vivid and dexterous craftsman's mind wandering in it, which makes the incense burner still alive after a hundred years. folk art

The beauty of beauty is always seen in the ordinary, and a hundred years of tranquility can give us new enlightenment.

Regarding the emotional yearning, I once asked my grandfather why the Yuanyang incense burner should be attached to the abdomen. Grandfather said:

There is no single mandarin duck. Yuanyang is China's description of husband and wife. Husband and wife are like this pair of incense burners, seemingly independent,

There is a little empathy in the abdomen, which is the easiest to see when you get angry.

My Yuanyang incense burner burns several times a day, and every time it seems that the couple depend on it.

Tighter. I think, if the incense burner is like a bonfire in the sky, the tragic fire is not enough for them to die for their spirit.

And the symbol stands in an infinite field of vision, never timid, never buried in the sea of fire. Biwinged birds always fly for a long time.

Fly in different directions, even if the school is old, it will be boring on the branches. Yuanyang incense burner is different, because there is fire,

They are not old.

When I grow up, I can study. After reading it, I can't restrain my imagination from flying, often from one word to another.

Fly out of words to find new meaning. The word "Yuanyang incense burner" makes my imagination run rapidly, and I feel like using "Yuanyang"

The metaphor of "Yuanyang" is really appropriate. Above Yuanyang is resentment, and above Yuanyang is Yang.

"Complain" means hate and sigh. There are many complaining moments, many helpless moments, and even some.

Many times there is no place to complain about the pain. "Yang" means seeking, which is the homonym of "Yangyang at the age of crane" in The Book of Songs. Yes.

Asking for something in return means many moments of mutual need, many moments of interdependence, and even many moments of mutual pity.

Cherish the moment of courtship.

Husband and wife life is a colorful, interesting and athletic world. In my cognition, the world of husband and wife is almost

There is no example of endless happiness without complaining. Therefore, finding a balance between "resentment" and "center" can last forever.

Touched mandarin duck. The abdomen of Yuanyang incense burner is a wound, and there is almost only one medicine for the wound of husband and wife, that is, Wen.

Soft, "resentment" is also soft, and "middle" is also soft.

All couples have embraced, loved and been affectionate. Why do so many things eventually fly, or

And die of depression? The promise of love has blossomed. Although it may not bear fruit, more flowers bloom every year to wake up.

As a new bud who just fell in love, Yuanyang incense burner is a nameless love. Needless to say, in the tenderness of the chest and abdomen, thousands of kinds of love rise.

A wisp of smoke. Lifting Yuanyang from the water to interpret emotions is like a heavy incense burner for Yuanyang, but its smoke is forever.

Soaring upward may give us some new enlightenment!

As for the "censer", I feel that all couples will eventually step into the realm of "sharing a censer", and it won't be long.

Just love, but affection. When any marriage ends, enthusiasm will always fade, just as religious enthusiasm will eventually become dull.

Stay pious; The last symbol is "a furnace of incense", which burns slowly in an open and plain life. The rising smoke, I

When we approach, we can gently feel that we are far away and there is still warmth.

I once saw an old couple guarding a temple in Wanhua Hutong. Their job is simple, that is, in their twilight years.

When a wick is scented, and a small end that has been eroded by years is cleaned. When I go, they are always silent and gentle.

Action, let the sun move inch by inch in front of the mystery, and when they finish their work, they always hold hands and slowly turn left and right.

Turn the corner and disappear at the end of the alley.

I once saw a middle-aged couple picking up junk in an alley near Xinyi Road, and her husband stepped on it hard.

Three-wheeled carts, with a unique language of collecting junk in their mouths, his wife passed by every door, and people discarded empty cans and bottles.

Old books and newspapers were thrown into the cart one by one. At the corner, the wife jumped into the back seat of the cart and sat down skillfully and safely, showing that she had finished reading them.

Laughing at work, my husband suddenly whistled.

I once carefully observed a young couple selling beef noodles at a small noodle stall in Tonghua Street. Wen Fu is always confident.

Under the steaming pot, the wife greeted the guests, cleared the tables and chairs, and squatted down to wash.

Wash greasy dishes. Between selling noodles, they ate a bowl of noodles in a hurry, and the wife gave the meat to her husband all the way. male

Children live so calmly and fearlessly.

I once saw a couple of villagers who had just baked mushrooms in the mountains of Nan 'ao Township, snuggling together.

On a big stone, chatting about the cultivation and harvest of this year, chatting about the most subtle things in life, a naughty child is throwing stones.

Scared the birds behind without knowing it.

I even saw an old man with white hair and beard climbing a tree in the backyard of a big family in Chiayi County.

Picking lotus flowers from the lotus tree, his elderly wife stood under the lotus tree beside Budou, and their laughter was so immature.

You can hear it clearly even outside the fence. They can't explain anything. They mean that a long-term burning incense will still have it.

Warm, incense burner smoke is weak, but powerful, it can drift into any open door and window with the flow of years.

Whenever I see such a scene, I always stand at a distance and listen carefully. Here comes the smoke from the incense burner, as if there were a waterfall flowing.

The sound of the stream, across the mountains, across the river, rushes between my chest and abdomen. Without these ordinary life behaviors,

I'm afraid it's hard to prove that love can last!

My childhood Yuanyang incense burner has drifted to a certain place or a different place after several family moves.

If you want to find it in the mystery of the juvenile home, I'm afraid you won't get the same incense burner again, but the shape and color are different.

There is also the posture that perches on the lotus leaf, but it is still fresh and sharp for a long time. Whenever I feel depressed and life is difficult, I

Always follow the river of time and go back to the depths of time to find the Yuanyang incense burner, which is the most beautiful red autumn of love.

Love is painted as overlapping and tangled ink paintings, and clear waterfalls are sprinkled on the deepest Moshan.

The waterfall flowing to the endless place is a beautiful and clear chapter of the incense burner.

Yuanyang incense burner is like a lamp in the dark, which makes my childhood understanding of emotions bright, in the darkness of the world.

Put the power forward, let me even see a pair of ordinary Yuanyang porcelain in the window of Nanjing East Road gem shop, and I want it.

Disappointed for a long time. Just like sitting in a dark house, the first light is the brightest, and you can feel the brightness and darkness best.

The dividing line, even if there are more lights in the future, is not as good as the first one, which makes us unforgettable for a long time; Sitting vertically at the end of the corridor

As a result, the sun and the moon are cold, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and the light of the incense burner is still at the beginning of memory, in any visible

Unknown corner, warm burning.

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Flute fluttering in the wind

A cool breeze is blowing from a distance.

There is a whirring sound in the wind.

Listen carefully. It sounds like some kind of music. I analyzed it for a long time and determined that it was a voice, because it was Xiao's.

The voice is not so clear, nor so high.

Being far away makes me doubt my judgment; Can someone's flute penetrate the vast Ye Ping?

Moreover, there is rain in the sky, which can spread through the sound of rain in the field. The flute doesn't seem that long. Why?

There are only a few simple rhythms.

The place where I stand is a rural farmland, with rice fields extending far away on the left and right sides and a mountain behind me.

There is a bamboo forest in front. The music obviously comes from Ma Zhulin, and the distance behind it seems to be echoing.

Is there anyone in the bamboo forest? When I was a child, I felt that among all the forests, bamboo forest was the most mysterious, especially those.

Bamboo forest with a long history. Because no matter how dense all the Woods are, the sun can always penetrate without difficulty, only the dense leaves of bamboo forests,

Sometimes even the sun can do nothing; No matter how big the forest is, there are rules, and people can walk freely in it. Only some bamboo forests are

Irregular, sometimes you get lost when you walk in. So my father told us the truth that "no one can be found in the bamboo forest" since childhood.

What's more, some bamboo forests have thorns, like thorn bamboo forests.

This kind of thinking made me hesitate to go into the bamboo forest, so I sat down in the rice field and listened alone.

Music. I saw that it was still early, about two miles away from the bamboo forest, so I decided to take a walk in the bamboo forest-I thought,

A place with music must be safe.

When I stood in front of the bamboo forest, the whole person was shocked by the stormy music. It's like the sea has set off a huge wave.

Cong, Dawei, that's not human fun, and there is no one in the bamboo forest.

Bamboo itself is a musical instrument, the wind is the conductor, and the relationship between bamboo and bamboo leaves is the performer. I have studied it for a long time.

It was found that bamboo was spilled by light rain and there were water stains on it. When they rub against each other, it sounds as sharp as a flute. but

Even if it rains, the bamboo leaves swaying all over the sky can't stop the wind, making many subtle sounds to match the bamboo.

Flute.

Everyone will be moved by natural sounds, such as frogs chirping in summer nights and birds chirping in spring mornings.

Symphony of the waves on windy days. There is nothing natural that doesn't impress us. Every year, at the turn of winter and spring,

I always feel a burst of joy when I hear the distant spring thunder in the silent night.

I have a friend who likes cicadas better. When he is in Xia Meng, he often sits alone in the mountains for a day in order to listen.

Cicada, once he sent me a tape, which was recorded in Hualien Mountain. It was already winter when I was sent, and I

In the cold night, there are tapes, and all cicadas sing at the same time, which makes the indifferent house look like there are countless cicadas singing in pairs, that kind.

The beauty of experience is sometimes as beautiful as listening to cicadas in the mountains.

Later, I also like to record the sounds of nature, such as the sound of streams flowing and the sound of mountain winds blowing. Once I ...

There is a tape recording the "stream". Between the streams, suddenly there came two sharp mountain birds singing, which filled my ears.

Surrounding the beam for a long time, it is like a person remembering the joy of the past in a calm moment, suddenly losing his voice and crying with joy.

But I have heard many voices of nature, but I have never felt such a profound voice in this bamboo forest. Originally in

All the sounds in nature are solos, and even the most beautiful sounds only touch our heartstrings, while the symphony of bamboo forest is a complete set.

Surrounded me, like the first tight note played by the symphony orchestra of 100 people, I really knew it at that time.

Tao, why are many musical instruments in China made of bamboo? Because no natural plant can shine like bamboo.

Crisp, distant and long voice.

Unfortunately, I didn't record the sound of bamboo. Later, I went there several times, either without rain or wind, or

There are storms, but not as good as before. I see, it is still a blessing to hear beautiful natural sounds.

On the other hand, it changes endlessly, but every moment is different. If there is no wind, bamboo is just bamboo. With the wind, bamboo is bamboo.

It becomes music, there is wind and rain, just let the bamboo rub and make a sound, and the bamboo becomes a symphony.

People who lose their understanding of natural sounds are the most pathetic. When someone says "picturesque", the realm is improved.

Low, because the painting is static and the natural scenery is alive and moving; In addition to vision, nature also provides various sounds.

This dual combination makes nature transcend the realm that people can create. There are countless artists in the world, all from nature.

Draw inspiration, but even the best artist can't fully capture the soul of nature, because nature has sounds and pictures.

Still alive, always changing, these are the realms that art can't reach.

Most importantly, even the best art has an ending. Nature has no end. Knowing this, art

The loneliness of "I miss heaven and earth, there is no limit, I am lonely, tears fall" is bound to occur at home. People can draw a picture of the Yangtze River and Wan Li.

Touching, but never as touching as the truth of the Yangtze River; People can record the cicada's singing, but it can never replace the beauty of viewing.

Beautiful cicadas are singing touching songs in the treetops.

On that day, I heard the bamboo flute blown by the wind in the bamboo forest and forgot the passage of time. When I walked out of the bamboo forest, it was already evening.

Yang has wandered in the valley. The rain has stopped, but I seem to have taken a bath of my heart and washed away all the dust and customs.

I think as long as there is nature, there is no reason for people to give up.

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Water fat extractor

In the past, there was a kind of people in the countryside who specialized in carrying water and fertilizer. They will go home every other week to "transport manure", that is, put manure.

The excrement in the pit is picked up in the ground and fertilized, so we often meet each other on the field path.

Children are greedy for sweetness, hate salt, like fragrance and stink, and hate the taste of water and fertilizer. We just need to see people carrying water and fertilizer approaching.

Just hold your nose and run in the opposite direction. Only when you run away will you dare to breathe.

Some people who transport water and fertilizer like to play tricks on children and say from a distance, "The fragrance is coming, and the children who want to smell it will come soon!" " "

It sounds as if he wants to dig a piece for others to smell.

Once, when I was walking with my father, I happened to meet a man who was carrying water and picking fat and thin. I dare not run, so I have to hold my nose and say goodbye.

Stand aside until the smell of water and fertilizer passes.

Dad immediately told me to stand at attention-every time he had any serious class, he always told us to stand at attention-and then

He asked me seriously: "Why do you turn your head when you meet a fat man?"

"Because it really stinks!" I said with grievance.

"Don't they smell fat?"

I said, "Probably!"

Dad said, "They endured the bad smell and helped us water and fertilize the fields. We should thank them! " know it or not

Tao? "

I nodded and said, "Yes."

Dad suddenly said in a very emotional tone: "This fat man is also his son and him at home."

Son's father, we should respect and cherish people. When you meet them in other places in the future, you can't turn your head away, you can't.

You can pinch your nose, you know. "

"But it really stinks!"

Dad said, "You can take a deep breath and hold your breath until they pass by!" " "

Later, every time I met a fat man, I always took a deep breath and held my breath, thinking that they were also human beings and fathers.

I feel that holding my breath makes me feel solemn.

I had a large lung capacity later, which may be related to taking a deep breath and holding my breath.

Now, although my father died, I still remember what he said to me that day.

Walking home from the countryside at sunset, the golden light flowing from the countryside still shines on me today.

Every living thing in this world is a son of man and a father, and should be treated well!

The fox and the rabbit

A Zen story tells that a Zen master went out with his disciples and saw a fox chasing rabbits.

"According to the ancient legend, most awake rabbits can escape the fox, and this one is the same," said the master.

"impossible!" The disciple replied, "The fox runs faster than the rabbit!" " "

"But rabbits will be able to avoid foxes!" Master still insists on his own opinion.

"Master, why are you so sure?"

"Because the fox is chasing its dinner and the rabbit is running for his life!" The master said.

Alas, most people live like foxes chasing rabbits, so that they give up when they are exhausted in middle age.

Some people will regret spending so much money chasing a rabbit even if they make it to dinner.

The attitude of mourning practitioners should not be that foxes chase rabbits, but that rabbits run for their lives, so they can only devote themselves wholeheartedly and jump forward.

Or you will die if you are not careful.

Between the "point" and "point" of life, it is as fast as thunder, without any gap, and even can't accommodate thinking, just like

The rabbit is running for its life. Every time I think of this Zen story, I think: If rabbits can escape from the fox's mouth, they are breathing.

At that time, you will surely see the true meaning of life!