Excerpts from Lin Qingxuan’s collection of essays

Lin Qingxuan, born in 1953 in Kaohsiung, Taiwan Province, China, is a famous contemporary writer, essayist, poet, and scholar. The following are excerpts from the collection of Lin Qingxuan's essays that I collected. Welcome to check them out!

1. Every time I travel, I always carry a bottle of water and soil from my hometown. Sometimes when I am in a hotel in a guest area, I take out the bottle of water and soil

and look at it. I feel that the gray-black water and soil is very beautiful and full of power. The water and soil of our hometown nurture us and make us grow into men who stand upright. Even if we are thousands of miles away, we can still be full of tenderness and greatness on a lonely night in a foreign country. That bottle of water and soil contains not only the love of my hometown, but also the blessing of my mother. This blessing lasts forever and has always taken care of me.

2. The sound of the wind chimes is very beautiful and long. It doesn’t sound like ringtones at all to me, but music. Wind chimes are the music of the wind, which makes us feel cool when listening to them in summer and warm when listening to them in winter. Wind has no image, color, or sound, but wind chimes give the wind an image, color, and sound. For wind, wind chimes represent awareness, observation and emotion. Every time, I listen to the wind chimes and feel the existence of the wind, then I feel that our life flows like the wind, which is almost difficult to grasp. Therefore, we need the wind chimes in our hearts to be aware of the flow of life and observe life. The content, moved by life and the chance meeting of life. With wind chimes, even though the wind has blown, it still leaves behind a beautiful sound. With the wind chime of the heart, even if life passes by, it will leave touching traces. Every time the wind blows, every step of the years will exist so truly.

3. "Write your troubles on the beach", this is the most important key for Zen practitioners, which is "letting go". Our troubles come from persistence. In fact, persistence is like words written on the sand. The sea water flows away as soon as it washes away, which is the reality of everything. If you can see this level, it is not difficult to let go.

4. Although impermanent, it also makes us realize the heart of nature and know that impermanence has its beauty. Think about it, why do most people in this world like real flowers and not plastic flowers? ?Because real flowers will wither and fall, which makes people feel kind. On the shore of the cycle of life and death, we say goodbye, but we must say goodbye. This is the biggest dilemma for human beings. However, life is time, and neither can be reversed. Rather than falling and resenting the stone, it is better to look at your feet when walking from today, rather than being beaten. The torture of yesterday that cannot be exchanged is better than returning to the present.

5. The disappearance of karma may not necessarily make people cry, but the reluctance, persistence, and greed for karma will definitely make people shed tears like a sea. Impermanence is the inevitable process of time and space. It forces us to lose our young, precious, and haloed years. It is a regretful and helpless feeling. However, if impermanence is caused by human negligence and leaves a painful lesson, it is hateful and disgusting.

6. We came into this world crying, played various roles, performed various false scripts, and finally left this world crying. Every day after my evening walk, when I was about to return home, I would touch Sunset's hair affectionately and say some words of praise and gratitude. Be grateful for the shortcomings of this world, which keep us alert and prevent us from falling. Thank you for the pollution in this city that gives us the wisdom to pursue purity. Thanks to those seemingly ignorant flowers and trees, we can have a profound understanding of ourselves. Even if the living conditions can only be like that of animals, people should not live like animals and lose their affection, calmness, gentleness and dignity. Amidst the sorrow and misery of China's past dynasties, the reason why the Chinese people have not lost their essence actually comes from this simple The thought: "People should live like a human being!"

7. On rainy days, I often pray like this:

I hope that the tears in the world will not fall like this The rain is pouring from the sky.

I hope the rain from the sky will not fall as dirty as the tears on earth.

I hope everyone can have a sunny umbrella to withstand the wind and rain of life.

I hope that everyone can become a pure person due to the cleaning of rainwater.

For a person with blossoming wisdom, his fragrance will permeate the whole world and will not be limited by the scope of the season. A person who develops the qualities of precepts, concentration, and wisdom through his inner being can spread the fragrance of personality even in adversity!

8. A clear window, when facing the changes of time and space When spring flowers fly in, there are spring flowers; when fireflies float in, there are fireflies; when autumn sounds come in, there are autumn sounds; when winter cold invades, there is winter cold. When love breaks in, there will be love; when sadness breaks in, there will be sadness. Whenever anything comes to our eyes, it can allow us to experience the deep taste of life more truly.

9. I believe in numerology, but I don’t believe that nailing four copper coins to the foot of the bed can guarantee a happy marriage and a long life together. I believe in Feng Shui, but I don’t believe that hanging a wind chime or setting up a fish tank can make a person prosperous in wealth and career. I believe that there are some mysterious correspondences between people and the environment, but I do not believe that whether a person steps on the left foot or the right foot first when walking can make a thing successful or fail. I believe that in addition to humans, there are countless sentient beings living with us in this world, but I don’t believe that burning incense and worshiping can lead to peace of mind and good luck every year. I believe that there are incredible karma between people, but I don’t believe that good karma can mature without any effort.

I believe that reincarnation, cause and effect, and karma can make a person rise or fall, but I do not believe that relying on a stranger's fortune telling and luck change can rise or fall us.

10. You are the treasure of the town hall, both large and small can only be held in your hand. The beauty lies in the quality of jade, which is gentle and subtle; the beauty lies in the ingenuity and the spirit of meticulousness. "There is so much suffering in the world, and the only compensation is the small joys and small suspense in life." Isaac Singer said.

11. When lemon flowers are in full bloom, I walk through the lemon garden, and the rich fragrance of the flowers always makes me confused. Among all flowers, lemon flowers are the sweetest, with a thick honey flavor; but among all fruits, lemon fruit is the most sour, and its sourness is stronger than vinegar.

This feeling of confusion made me unable to help but look closely at the lemon blossoms. Among the pure white flowers and five leaves, there were tender yellows, and some even traced the lines. The thin purple piping allows the sweetness of the flowers to flow into my chest and abdomen.

12. I look down upon the mortal world with my open eyes, but I am pitiful as a person in my eyes. How can I describe the beauty of Epiphyllum? It is unparalleled by flowers. She spits out a beautiful net, traps us, and makes us reluctant to move away for a second. Her fragrance, if compared with other fragrances, would be an insult to Epiphyllum. The garden of twenty square meters was completely filled, and the fragrance still flowed out densely.

13. Do you also know the truth about flowing water and the moon? The water keeps flowing, but it does not really disappear; the moon is full and waning, but it does not wax or wane at all. From the perspective of change, the world is changing every blink of an eye; from the perspective of change, everything and I are infinite. Between change and immutability, there is sadness when there is emotion, loss when there is emotion, and sadness when there is emotion. These are all born of change. However, if the eyes are as big as the moon and the sky, with sadness, loss, and sadness, wouldn’t they be like shells on the seashore? The shells are dead, but the shape, color and beauty are left behind. This is a bit like what the Zen Master said: "My heart is as hot as fire, and my eyes are as cold as ashes." My heart is always enthusiastic, close, watching, and feeling about everything in life, but when it is turned into words, it seems that I have a pair of eyes that are calm and observing. , retreat, fly away, and come back to see all this plainly.

14. In real life, we gaze, listen, and meditate, which makes us watch, listen, stop, and then move forward, marching on a superficial level. Often we only see it when the form disappears. It was only when the words were silent and the words were lost that I could hear them. It becomes clear when we empty our thoughts and stop thinking about them. Love is in ruthlessness, separation is in the encounter, extraordinary is in the ordinary, ah! Which river does not find its way out in the obstacles of mountains? If ideal love is a river, it will freely find its way in the valley; if If your heart resonates with your heart, it will be found by the destined person like a sword hanging on the treetops. Life is complicated and complicated. Creation is a simple yet great thing. When looking at life from the perspective of creation, don’t fall into the river, but always think about the scenery by the river. Looking at creation from the perspective of life, don’t catch the sky, but truly become the sky.

15. Creators do not need to boast or belittle themselves. Painters leave their colors to the earth, musicians leave their voices to the earth, and writers leave their words to the earth... because the earth does not deceive and carries it selflessly. Only then can we sincerely confide, and only then can it be worth spending our whole life to complete. Deep in our hearts, there must be something that can transcend limitations and penetrate life and death, just like the stars and moon in the sky that light up the dark night. Although those transcendences and penetrations come from personal emotions, if they do not echo the earth and do not match the seasons, The changes are in harmony with each other and do not match the rising and setting of the sun. Just like when a rose is pruned, the rose has died at the moment of pruning.

16. Beautiful creation is not about pruning roses, but about going into the countryside to see those roses in full bloom. If you can catch a glimpse of the spirit of the roses, the roses will never wither and remain fragrant in your heart. If on a certain spring day, the shape of the pen and ink, the rose transcends limitations and penetrates life and death! The plum blossoms beside the inkstone washing pool are the plum blossoms of the earth. The light ink marks are the essence of plum blossoms left on the earth! We are not peaceful because we are incomplete. We are incomplete because we isolate ourselves. If we open up a little connection with the earth, we will get out of our loneliness, we will be complete, and we will be peaceful, at least at the moment of creation.

17. I especially like butterflies, noctuids, dragonflies and damselflies. They look so free and free, with thin and beautiful wings. But I couldn't bear to kill them, so I could only look for the newly dead ones on the grassy slopes and woods. There were butterfly wings and transparent dragonfly wings of various colors.

I carefully clipped them onto the ones I made. Thick paper and thin lining. For a while, I discovered that the Yellow Butterfly Green Valley in Meinong always gathered thousands of butterflies. Every time I went there, I could pick up beautiful butterfly wings. Memory is unreliable, and forgetting can be beautiful. Writers are different from scientists. Writers do not look for magic potions to increase memory, but let memories stay naturally, recorded in words or engraved on the heart, ready for chance encounters at any time. If you meet the beauty of ten years ago, you will have twice the beauty; if you meet the goodness of twenty years ago, you will have double the goodness. The first time I met beauty, I was still an inexperienced young man. Beauty would meet me, nod, smile, turn around, fly like wings into the flowers, and escape into the sky. Many years later, we have recognized the green grass outside the door, tasted the sweet and refreshing breath, heard the sound of deep sighs, walked through the long road in the dark with lights lit, and now met beauty again, and the fire in our hearts was ignite.

18. If the scene changes, we see a clear stream flowing through the valley. There is a horizontal reed beside the stream and a beautiful purple dragonfly flying from nowhere in the stream. Come and land gracefully on the tip of the reed. If there had been a camera at that time, beautiful images would have been captured instantly; if there had been paper and pen, I could have written down the momentary scene.

Because the dragonfly of thoughts will not stay long, it will fly away as gracefully as when it came. The rainbow brightens our eyes, but it does not stay there for more than a quarter of an hour. It forces us to put down everything and look up to it, otherwise, it will mercilessly put us down. The arrival of the soul is like the rainbow after the rain. It will not stay for a quarter of an hour. If you don't leave it immediately, it will fly away quickly. During the poet's life, as long as circumstances permit, he will be temporarily attached to certain trees, the sea, the hillside, or some kind of colorful snow.

19. His love, his charm, and his happiness are equivalent to all the places he has never been to, the places he will never go, the strangers he will never encounter. people there. At dusk, although he smiled like an apprentice, he was a polite passerby who said goodbye decisively when the bread was baked. The song of birds is surprising in the branches of trees in the morning. The first ray of light hesitates between a painful curse and a magnificent love. Be grateful to someone who doesn't care about your responsibilities. You are as good as him. Just be humble to love. If you die, you still have love. If we live in the light of lightning, that is the eternal heart.

20. He must be singing about the desolate city in his heart! The outer city is sometimes prosperous and sometimes desolate, but the small lonely city in the heart! Although there are ups and downs, there is always a desolate part. In the joyful Youzhou Terrace, no ancients are seen in front of me, and no newcomers are seen behind. I think of the long journey of heaven and earth, and cry alone with sadness! In the deepest and deepest place, this is the poet's great loneliness, and it is also the poet's deserted city. .

21. I left Qishan Creek with sadness, as if I was leaving my memory. The beauty that still existed in my memory is now gone. The taro fields sprouting from the wet soil turned yellow. The banana orchard swaying in the gentle breeze collapsed. The coconut trees standing tall in the countryside were scattered. Even the light blue of the environment, which is not picky, has lost its color, getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappears! Listen carefully, as long as there is still a little heart and soul, you will hear the whimpering of the river! Listen carefully, as long as there is still a trace of conscience , you will hear the sigh of the land! Even if you shoot the person who dumped the poisoned water thousands of times, you will never be able to restore the old view of the river and the land.

22. Sometimes, when I walk in the dark night and turn the street into a thin alley, the desolate and simple delicacy suddenly rises, and I want to dance with a sword. I want to dance with a sword. Flower, once such a feeling arises, it will follow the lonely shadow under the moon and grow into the distance, and it cannot be stopped. But at the end of the night, I find that the sword cluster has been lost in the bag, no matter how heroic the clouds are. , in the silent desolation in the deserted alley, in the dim night, even if the hand that controls the wind and rain is raised, it is at best an ineffective gesture.

23. The sadness of separation is like the black cloud before the rain, which is endlessly shrouded. I try hard to suppress it and try to forget it, but it flows quietly in my veins without mercy. Or you have been waiting for too many nights, or you have to test the sincerity of your love. The sadness of parting flashed through your eyes. Under the unintentionally blue sky, I cried out my love with unspeakable layers of trembling in my heart.

24. I really don’t want to believe that it is a kind of pain. Maybe the sword has been blunted, maybe I am a book with its title page spread out, but when I read the words hard, I am afraid, I was also surprised, because I was scared because there were too many sighs in the pages I turned, and I was surprised because the wonderful unknowns were revealed in the subsequent chapters. I know that the path I am taking is a wrong one, and the small feelings can no longer cover up their insignificance.

25. I only hope that I can float my spiritual boat at the bottom of this clear lake. There are mountains outside the lake, the sea beyond the mountains, and the noisy world overseas. But I don't want to pay attention to it, because even the ripples here are calm. I can lie soundly, light up every star into a light, and condense every breath of air into a gentle breeze. All the luxury is hidden in the clouds and mountains, and Zhenchun quietly floats up from the bottom of the lake when there is moonlight. .

26. Memories in life are like small hotels, and people are like riding a stage horse that keeps running forward. Every time I look back, the past things will always become far away from me. All the joy and pain, all the accumulation and passion, and even all the success and failure are in those hotels that are far away. By the evening of that day, we will stay in another hotel.

27. Occasionally I am walking on the sidewalk, and suddenly I see a sunset extending from the street, very far away, hanging at the end of the street. At this time, I will think, such a beautiful The sunset really heralds the end of the day. Occasionally walking on a certain road, I see a dead branch of kapok with all its leaves, standing alone and dark brown, with a desolate posture. At this time, I will think, the kapok has fallen again, life is about the opening of the beautiful kapok. How many times have I sat at a roadside coffee shop and watched the green light turn on, and an old woman in simple clothes, holding her little granddaughter in gorgeous spring flowers, hurriedly across the road? At this time, I would Think about it, that old woman was once a girl as beautiful as a flower, and that girl will one day become an old woman holding her granddaughter.

28. It is not that difficult to seek wisdom in the world. The most important thing is to make our own soft hearts so soft that when we see a petal fall from a flower, we are moved and tremble, as if we understand its meaning. Only with its softness can we be sensitive; only with its softness can we be tolerant; only with its softness can we be refined; only with its softness can we transcend ourselves and even tolerate our wounds when we are injured.

29. The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, the vastest sea is soft, the boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are soft. , the most soft! The softness of our hearts can be more beautiful than petals, greener than grass, wider than the ocean, more boundless than the sky, and freer than clouds. Softness is the most powerful and the most constant. Let us bloom the soft and pure lotus of wisdom in the humid and muddy world!

30. I accompanied a lotus grower in his lotus field and watched him walk in it. At the edge of a lotus field covering an area of ??one square meter, he told me eloquently how to plant a lotus, how to irrigate it, how to grow it, how to harvest it, how to avoid the wind disaster. While waiting for next year's harvest, I felt that the most important thing in the world was Ordinary things may never be known to us. Even if they are as small as a lotus seed, they all have a profound knowledge of life. I stood on the lotus field and watched the sunlight shining on the lotus field. I thought that "leaving the lotus leaves to listen to the sound of rain" is probably a state that the lotus people cannot enjoy, because when the lotus leaves are left, they have to plant seeds again. The lotus leaves in the field form one piece when sitting, and they form one piece when standing, and they are intertwined in the field. We use some empty and spiritual poems to praise the beauty of lotus leaves and fields, but they will never be as good as those who grow lotuses and use their years and blood and sweat to write poems on lotus leaves!

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1. The humor in the opening. The host spent a lot of effort to quiet down the venue, and it was time for Mr. Lin to give his speech. I saw him gently holding the microphone, trying the sound, and asked quietly: Can you hear it? Without waiting for an answer, he looked back and asked: If you can't hear me, raise your hand? After a pause, he said slowly: Oh, there is a classmate... Why are you raising your hand when you can't hear me?

2. The origin of the name. Mr. Lin said that he was the twelfth child in his family. When he was born, he didn't cry like other children, and he had a weird smile on his face. Dad got scared and slapped me hard, and then he cried. His father thought it was strange, so he named him Lin Qingqi. His brother suggested changing it to Lin Qingqi. Later, when I went to apply for household registration, the person in charge of household registration felt that it was not good. He found a martial arts novel and there was a "Qingxuan Taoist" in it, so he suggested that my father should be changed to Lin Qingxuan. This is Lin Qingxuan. Fortunately, changes have been made. Otherwise, if the students went to the bookstore to buy books today, and saw the author Lin Qingwei, who would buy them? Mr. Lin said mockingly.

3. Poor childhood. When I was young, my family was too poor and there were too many stories of hunger. When the meal was served, my father lined up eighteen bowls of various kinds and added rice one by one. Each bowl could only be half a bowl. When children pick up the food, they usually dirty it first and then eat it. Why? Afraid of being snatched by others if not careful. The same goes for eating popsicles on a hot day. When you get a popsicle, you lick it with your tongue first, so that others will be embarrassed to snatch it from you.

4. A young writer’s dream. Although the family is poor, they still let their children read some books. There is an ancestral court in the family, and a couplet reads: Loyalty will be passed down to the family for a long time, and poems and books will be passed down for a long time. Horizontal batch: Farming and reading heirlooms. This is actually a farmer’s dream. However, Xiao Lin Qingxuan soon fell in love with reading. In this ancestral home, he read many good Chinese and foreign books before the age of 12, of course, mainly Chinese classics. When he was 8 years old, he had a desire to be a writer, write articles, and have his articles included in student textbooks. One day his father asked him what he would do when he grew up. He said that if he writes at home and sends it, people will send the money back. When his father heard this, he slapped him again. When he left, he said angrily: If there is such a good thing in the world, I have done it a long time ago. Can it be your turn? ! Looking at my father's back, I thought of Zhu Ziqing's "Back" I had read, and felt an inexplicable sadness.

5. Stories about learning English. There was an English class in the school, and a few teachers were hired for surprise training and started working within a month. The English teacher is very good at teaching. For example, in today's class, we are learning the word "today": Today and. The teacher will ask the students to write a Chinese word "mound" and say it repeatedly. On the second day, we learned the word "yesterday": Yesterday, the teacher asked everyone to mark the Chinese word "yesterday" and read it repeatedly. Xiao Lin Qingxuan thought: Then it should be "still a pile of dirt" tomorrow. It's so boring. Unexpectedly, another day later, the teacher taught everyone the word "Tomorrow", which turned out to be "Tu Ma Road." Later, he finally figured it out: For a person, it doesn't matter if it is a pile of dirt today, it doesn't matter if it was a pile of dirt yesterday, and tomorrow you will Pave yourself a dirt road.

6. Get out of your hometown. At the age of 14, he began to leave his hometown and study while working. He worked as a dock worker, a restaurant boy, and butchered pigs in a slaughterhouse. The most comfortable thing I did was working in a laundry. I remember I could iron 100 pairs of trousers in the morning and 200 shirts in the afternoon. At that time, I often worked during the day, read and wrote articles at night, and continued my dream of being a writer.

When he was 16 years old, the laundry owner liked him and planned to marry his daughter to him, so he brought the girl from the countryside to meet them. However, Lin Qingxuan resigned and left the next day because he still had dreams, because he I haven’t met my “Juliet” yet.

7. Admitted to World Journalism University. That's because this is a very inconspicuous university - this school has become famous since I was admitted - Mr. Lin said quietly. I remember that the school’s admission score that year was 361, and Lin Qingxuan scored 361.5. He was very lucky and curious, wanting to know who else was last? Later, I finally found out it was Zhang Yi. Who knew it was Zhang Yi? Later he founded Liulicongfang, which was famous at home and abroad, and became a famous arts and crafts artist. The score is not high, as long as you have a dream, you can succeed.

8. The secret of writing. The first thing is passion. You must love writing and be determined to write. Only by maintaining this enthusiasm can we create miracles. The second is diligence. I insisted on writing 500 words every day in elementary school, 1,000 words every day in junior high school, 2,000 words every day in high school, and 3,000 words every day until now in college. For a period of time, I was the editor-in-chief of a magazine, running and writing more than a dozen columns at the same time. I have a habit of always keeping a notebook by my bedside. I open it before going to bed at night, think about the day, and write down what I saw, heard, thought, moved, and excited one by one. As long as you have this habit, you will be different in a month, and it will be even more remarkable in a year or two. Of course, he also has his own more unique habits, such as insisting on handwriting with a pen. Only handwriting can bring inspiration. For example, you can think about the contents of ten books at the same time and write ten books at the same time. etc.

10. Students ranked 7th to 17th in the class are most likely to succeed. This is an American research result, and it is said to be supported by a wealth of data. In theory, such people handle interpersonal relationships best, have the least academic pressure, and are the most creative. Of course, Lin Qingxuan is from this circle. In high school, he was 17th and held up well. There is a secret. There were only seventeen students in the class at that time.