Suddenly a piece of news popped up, "According to Taiwan Province media reports, Lin Qingxuan, a famous writer in Taiwan Province Province, died at the age of 65", and my heart suddenly twitched. Mr Lin Qingxuan passed away? How did you live to be sixty-five and leave? Didn't he realize the true meaning of life through meditation? How to live to be a hundred years old!
Looking at the top of the refrigerator covered with a thin layer of falling flowers, the sunshine on the balcony is still warm and warm, but it immediately made me feel a lot of inexplicable sighs and feelings about the life password.
When I was a child, I was immersed in the legend of the condor hero. I imagined meeting Jin Yong's heroes countless times, but I never thought that when I just moved to a place only a few tens of kilometers away from his hometown of Yuan Hua, he slowly left this world. But at the moment, when I just breathed the familiar literary atmosphere, the news of Lin Qingxuan's death came unexpectedly.
Is this a potential karma?
Not that I want to push or pull. Although Mr. Lin doesn't know that there is a loyal fan of mine in the world, for me, my life does have some connection with him. This connection is generally attributed to "fate"-this should also be a way that Mr. Lin who participates in meditation likes.
Reading Mr. Lin's words is a kind of fate.
Lin Qingxuan's prose is not too early, but I am lucky to be one of the earliest readers. I bought several of his essays by chance, such as Open the Window of the Soul, Yuanyang Incense Burner, Warm a Pot of Wine in the Moonlight, and Lengyue Chongdi ... His words are fresh and elegant, but they are a concentrated reflection on life.
So far, firmly rooted in my heart, and his words about food "pine nut tea":
Pine nut tea
lin qingxuan
My friend came from Korea and gave me a big bag of raw pine nuts. This is the first time I have seen raw pine nuts, crystal clear and white, which reminds me of the feeling that "I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seem to wake up".
The association of pine nuts naturally has a lofty realm, but the pine nuts made by artificial picking are used for eating. How to eat these pine nuts? I remembered that there were fried pine nuts in the restaurant, so I asked my friend for advice and wanted to put the bag of pine nuts in the frying pan.
Hearing this, my friend was startled: "How can pine nuts be fried in oil?"
"In Taiwan Province Province, we all eat pine nuts like this," I said.
"Sin, sin, although this package of pine nuts looks small, how many pine trees do you think it can grow after the exercise of winter snow? Frying with oil not only loses the flavor of pine nuts, but also damages our original intention of eating this essence of heaven and earth. What's more, although pine nuts are elegant, they are still oily. You must eat them elegantly to taste the real taste. " "So, how should pine nuts be eaten?" I asked doubtfully. "Even in South Korea, where pine nuts are produced, pine nuts are still regarded as precious food. The best way to eat pine nuts is to make tea. "
"Make tea?" "When you are making tea, add a few pine nuts in it, and the pine nuts will float out faint oil and raw rosin, so that a pot of tea will suddenly be fragrant and run."
That night, we drank pine nut tea in the house by moonlight. As a friend said, ordinary tea with some pine nuts is different. That kind of feeling is like suddenly blooming elegant flowers in the green grass everywhere, smelling the flowers. I think making tea, a pine nut, is the best match for these pine nuts that grow in the mountains and have experienced ice and snow.
"Pine nuts can't be smaller, but sometimes, tiny things can also be the masters of emotions. When the poet hears the indistinguishable sound of pine nuts falling in the empty mountain on a moonlit night, he will think of his friends who have not slept in the distance. We can also say that drinking pine nut tea in the second month is a unique taste and secular freedom. We always feel that the days are too short when we are happy and too long when we are upset, just because we can't grasp the little things that exist around our lives like pine nuts. " The friend said.
My friend's words are very reasonable, reminding me that people pretend to be the masters of the world, but people are not the only masters of the world. As far as the sun and the moon are concerned, the sun gives vitality and strength to everything, not just to people; In the gentle embrace of the moonlight, insects and birds sing, and people are not allowed to enjoy it alone under the moon. Even a small pine nut was born by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. Although we can make tea, it doesn't mean that we are more noble than pine nuts.
In the Zen case-solving, the Zen master left two famous sayings:
Water flows cold from bamboo, and wind smells fragrant from flowers.
Water has nothing to do with bamboo, but it is particularly cold because water flows from bamboo; Flowers are fragrant, but the human body will never know their fragrance unless the wind passes by. It can be seen that even simple things have to cooperate to produce different meanings, not to mention people and pine nuts.
I think all human spiritual activities are abstract, which is suitable for association; If the rich man who gets all the things in the world can't associate with him, he still feels that he is not enough; If a poor man has abstract associations, he can live happily. This is completely different from the realm. The fifth ancestor of Zen once asked, "Is the wind moving or is it moving?" Still shaking? We can take the answer of the sixth ancestor Huineng as an example: "It's not the wind, it's not the movement, it's the heart of the benevolent. "
Benevolent people are also human beings. At the moment when people are moved, everything they see is moving. If people are dull, they turn a blind eye and drift with the wind. No wonder some people will think of the sadness of life when they walk in the wasteland and sigh: "I only know that love is boundless, but I didn't expect the pain of parting to be higher than the sky." However, people with mountains and rivers in their hearts can say that "the pavilion is cool, and most of them are comfortable for guests" and feel the thought-provoking realm of "sleeping with Ming Xia as the quilt and waking up with the bright moon as the lamp".
Some small pine nuts soaked in tea, a faint insect sound coming from a summer night, and a little oblique starlight in the distant sky … They are all silent, but with the flow of thoughts, they have dazzling brilliance. I remember Shen Congwen saying, "All beauty has no home, nor do meteors, fallen flowers, fireflies, and the queen bird with blue head, red mouth and green wings. Who has ever seen anyone raise a phoenix? Who can bind the moonlight? Meteors have their own direction, and I have my place.
The soul is a flag that flutters with the wind. People should never ignore the things around them, because it may just fly that flag in your heart, even if it is as small as a pine nut.
Another article, The Taste of Sunshine, was compiled into the Shanghai textbook:
The fragrance of sunshine, Lin Qingxuan.
I met a young farmer in a sunny town in the south.
It was late spring, the first crop of rice had just been harvested, the golden thread of spring was pouring on the warm land, morning glory was lingering on the fence, birds were chasing on the neem tree, and bamboo shoots were springing up in the bamboo forest. It is really a very happy feeling in the world to think carefully about the sound of plants emerging from the ground and growing in the sun.
I sat next to the rice ridge with the farmer, and the rice was already spread in the field. Due to the sunlight, the rice ridges shone with golden luster, and the farmers' skin was dyed with thick copper color. I am a guest of the farmer's house. Just now, we emptied the rice in the cereal bag together and leveled it with a plow. It was not a plow, but a small hill, one ridge after another, so that the rice on both sides of the mountain could bask in the sun at the same time. It seems that it has been like this for thousands of years, because when the sun shines, the eight-claw rake pushes the ridge to the original bottom, and the rice turns over, and all the millet originally buried in it turns to the sunny side.
The farmer fanned the sweat on his face with his hat and turned to me and said, "Take a deep breath."
I took a deep breath and spit it out slowly.
He said, "Have you smoked?"
"What I smell is rice, which is a little fragrant." (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
He smiled and said, "This is not the smell of rice, but the smell of sunshine."
The smell of sunshine? I looked at him puzzled.
The young farmer led me to the middle of the rice ridge, reached for a handful of sunny millet and told me to smell it hard. At this time, the ripe aroma of rice plunged into my chest. Then, he grabbed a handful of muddy millet for me to smell, but it didn't smell. This experiment surprised me deeply, and I felt the magic of sunshine. Why is it that only suntanned millet has fragrance? The young farmer said he didn't know. He came across it while digging rice to bask in the sun. At that time, he was still a college student, occasionally helping to farm in the summer vacation, dreaming about the colorful life in the city. Since he found the smell of sunshine when he was sunbathing in the valley, he made up his mind to stay in his hometown. We sat on the edge of the rice field and talked about the smell of sunshine. Then I almost smelled the clothes that had just been dried when I was a child, the newly dried quilt, and the newly dried calligraphy and painting. The smell of sunshine is so weak that it leaks from my childhood. Since the dryer appeared, the smell of clothes has disappeared in my memory. I never thought it was sunshine.
The farmer has his own philosophy. He said, "You urbanites should not underestimate the sunshine. When there is sunshine, the air tastes different. Just say flowers smell good. Have you ever distinguished the flowers in the sun from those in the house? What about the different aroma? "
I said, "Where are the scents of cordate telosma and epiphyllum?"
He smiled even more proudly: "It is a kind of yin fragrance, not strong."
I just sat on the edge of the rice ridge, taking deep breaths again and again, hoping to appreciate the fragrance of the sun and see that I am so solemn. The farmer said, "In fact, you don't need to take a deep breath to smell it, but your sense of smell has deteriorated in the city."
I was completely conquered by these words. More precisely, I feel that something has been opened in my heart. Through words, I began to examine my own existence and suffering and think about the ultimate meaning of life. This kind of inspiration, generate's feeling of standing at a certain height overlooking the secular world, has given a heart full of thorns a magical cure and comfort. I used to prefer Liang Shiqiu and Lin Yutang's prose, but after reading Mr. Lin Qingxuan's words, I seem to feel more in line with something, as if it were part of my deep sleep. "Heart to heart" and "Heartstrings are plucked" should be this feeling!
As a result, I began to indulge in the self-treatment process of writing. Because I am a writer after all, and I am not a fan of the female readers of Miss Lin. I have reverence, but I am not religious. The significance of his enlightenment is that my words have become ethereal, my artistic conception has begun to transcend, and I am immersed in the beautiful capture of the true meaning of life.
Since I was fascinated by Lin Qingxuan's writing style, I often recommend reading to students in class. Fortunately, there is one of his "Lily" in the Chinese book of Shanghai Education Edition, which can be used as a starting point to guide students to understand their people and their works in depth.
Lily blossoms
lin qingxuan
In a remote valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high. I don't know when a Sayuri grew on the edge of the cliff.
When the lily was just born, it looked like a weed. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed.
In its heart, there is a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed." The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce beautiful flowers. "With this in mind, Lily tried to absorb water and sunshine, took root deeply and straightened her chest.
Finally, on a spring morning, the first bud grew on the top of the lily.
Lily was very happy, but the weeds nearby were disdainful. They laughed at Lily privately: "This guy is obviously grass, but he says he is a flower, but he really thinks he is a flower. I don't think he has a bud on his head, but a tumor on his head. "
In public, they laughed at Lily: "Stop dreaming, even if you can really blossom, aren't you as valuable in this wilderness as we are?"
Occasionally, bees, butterflies and birds fly by, and Lily will be advised not to bloom so hard: "Even if the most beautiful flowers in the world bloom on this cliff, no one will appreciate them!" ?
Lily said, "I want to blossom, because I know I have beautiful flowers;" I want to blossom in order to complete my solemn life as a flower; I want to blossom, because I like to prove my existence with flowers. No matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter how you look at me, I will bloom! "
Under the contempt of weeds and bees and butterflies, wild lilies are trying to release their inner energy. Finally, one day, it bloomed, its white spirit and graceful charm became the most beautiful color on the cliff.
At this time, weeds and bees and butterflies dare not laugh at it anymore.
Lily is in full bloom, and there are crystal drops of water on it every day. Weeds thought it was dew last night, and only lily knew it was tears of deep joy.
Every spring, wild lilies strive to blossom and bear seeds. Its seeds fall with the wind on the edge of valleys, grasslands and cliffs, and white wild lilies are everywhere.
Decades later, people came from thousands of miles away, from cities and villages, to enjoy lilies. Many children knelt down and smelled the fragrance of lilies; Many couples embrace each other and make a vow of "a hundred years of harmony"; Countless people have seen the beauty that has never been seen before, moved to tears and touched the pure and gentle corner of their hearts.
There, it is called "Lily Valley".
No matter how others appreciate it, the lilies all over the mountain will always remember the teaching of the first lily: "We should bloom silently wholeheartedly and prove our existence with flowers."
In paragraph practice, there is even an article about his "The Composition of Life", which I spent the most energy to explain in many paragraphs for reading and analysis:
The composition of life
lin qingxuan
The composition of life
I know a makeup artist. She is really good at makeup and is famous for it.
I'm a little curious about this person who lives in a completely different field from me, because in my impression, no matter how learned makeup is, it's just superficial learning, and it's really not something that a wise person should pursue.
So, I couldn't help asking her, "You have studied makeup for so many years. What kind of talents can make up? " What is the highest level of makeup? "
For such a problem, the elderly makeup artist showed a deep smile. She said: "The highest level of makeup can be described in two words, that is' nature'. The most advanced makeup technology is to match the identity of the owner through very elegant makeup, which can naturally show the personality and temperament of that person. The second makeup is to make people stand out and make her stand out. Get everyone's attention. Bad makeup is when people come out and find that she wears a lot of makeup, and this makeup is to cover up her shortcomings or age. The worst kind of makeup is that it distorts your personality and loses the harmony of the five senses. For example, people with small eyes have heavy eyebrows, and people with big faces have red lips ... "
Unexpectedly, the highest level of makeup is actually no makeup, but naturally, it makes me sit up and take notice.
The makeup artist saw that I was fascinated and continued: "Isn't this just like writing an article? Bad articles are often piled up with words, distorting the author's personality. A better article is radiant and eye-catching, but others know that you are writing an article. The best article is the writer's natural expression, not piled up. When I was studying, I felt that I was not reading an article, but reading a life. "
What a clever man! However, I sighed, "The person who put on makeup in the end just does kung fu on the epidermis.".
"No," said the makeup artist, "makeup is just the last skill. You can change your lifestyle, get enough sleep, pay attention to exercise and nutrition. In this way, her skin is improved and her spirit is full, which is much more effective than makeup. The deeper makeup is to change temperament, read more books, appreciate art, think more, be optimistic about life, have confidence in life, be kind-hearted, care for others, love yourself and have dignity. Such people are ugly even without makeup, and makeup on their faces is only the last small thing in makeup. I use three simple sentences to explain that third-rate makeup is face makeup, second-rate makeup is spiritual makeup, and first-class makeup is life makeup. "
The makeup artist then came to the conclusion: "Isn't the person you wrote the article also a makeup artist? Third-rate articles are the makeup of words, second-rate articles are the makeup of spirit, and first-rate articles are the makeup of life. Do you know how to make up this? "
I stood up to pay tribute to the wisdom of a female makeup artist, and I was deeply ashamed of my original opinion of makeup artists.
Farewell to the makeup artist, I walked on the dark side of the night, and I had such a profound understanding that all appearances in this world are not independent and self-existent, and they must have profound internal significance. Then, the best way to change the appearance is not to work hard on the appearance, but to reform from the inside.
Unfortunately, people who work hard on appearance often don't understand this truth.
Two days ago, I tried to share this article with the audience as a narrative reading essay when preparing the materials for the open Chinese class in junior high school. However, considering that the lecture time is tight and the paragraphs are too rich, it is not conducive to students' understanding if they cannot be fully developed, so they have to give up.
I have paid attention to many literary masters. Although some of them died like Mr. Jin Yong, others lived very briefly. The reason may be caused by excessive brain use, and most of them suffer from advanced diseases such as brain tumors. Contemporary science fiction master Robert? RobertSheckley died of various complications caused by the spread of brain tumor; A few months ago, Taiwan Province writer Li Ao also died of a brain tumor; Today, I was shocked to learn that Mr. Lin Qingxuan, who was rated as one of the top ten best-selling writers in Taiwan Province Province for ten years in a row and was regarded as one of the eight masters of contemporary prose, passed away, forcing me to "face life" and re-examine the meaning of life.
Life is meaningless, and all the meanings of life are given to it by people. Mr. Lin Qingxuan died young, and some people may think that his life is worthwhile, because he became a famous writer and gained both fame and fortune; Some people think that his life is not worth living, and no matter how famous he is, he will not live long. But in fact, this is the social significance of the death of a life to the outside world. I think if we must discuss the meaning of life, it is best to look at its inner (mind, soul) meaning and significance.
I think, for Mr. Lin, he used his life to explore this process and lived himself, self-confidence and dignity, which is very meaningful to him. His meaningful life process indirectly inspired others to explore and think about the meaning of life, which naturally has its social significance, but it should be additional and should not be regarded as the meaning of life itself. The essayist's last article, Weibo, also made this sentiment: Don't lose the heart to fly, which inspires me more. No matter how long life is, as long as you have a heart that wants to fly in the process of life, and you have been working hard to prepare and actively try, such a life itself is full of meaning!
At the end of this article, the sunshine is still scarce, and the broken gold pouring down flashes on the bouquet in the vase. The petals below it are so peaceful, and the luster remains the same against the dignified cement ash bottle.