The edge of life and death
Yao Hongbin
Earlier, I had seen and heard in books that the years were like rivers, and I thought that they should be like a great river rushing and venting, and life would never end. When the silent parting of life and death actually appeared next to him, the shell in front of him still retained the appearance of sleeping in the depths of the dream, there was no trace of sorrow and joy, but it was already like a cold stone, and the residual temperature was no longer there!
This is only the beginning of the suffering, in another way of being. The howling outside the house was unceasing, and the person in front of me was sad that had never been seen before, unlike the short and intense outside the door, he sat quietly, watching, his shoulders trembling but without any sound, only tears slowly rolling down his eyelids, like white daisies in front of the hall, silently blooming. I couldn't peek into his heart, what kind of general festering, trauma, the breath that wandered around him was thunder, it was thunder that sank in front of the window in the quiet night, I just felt that he was a dumb man who fell into the abyss and was a widow who was bedridden in the deep winter with hunger and cold! In an instant, I suddenly realized that this corner of the Mu opera may have been staged in the human world for thousands of years, and the years should have another dimension - muddy!
Everything in nature is formed by the qi of heaven and earth, we have the blood of our father and mother, the October fetus descends on the world, and as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the seven passions and six desires are gradually born. In order to make a living, go from place to place, be meticulous, and become a noble person who is envied by others, despised and lowly, or like a member of the vast majority of the mediocre in a life of inaction. Having children, passing on generations, carrying hope, and occasionally bursting out of unexplained despair exists in the world in a variety of ways.
Some people say that life is short, and it is happy in time, and some people say that people are born to be human, and when they make meritorious achievements, they will flow for hundreds of years. In the final analysis, it is just the two extremes of life, and how many people among all sentient beings are caught between these two barriers to survive. We all want to live a simple life, do not do unnecessary flattery, do not have to walk on thin ice carefully, do not need to deceive me, and exhaust the organs. You can go out smiling when the sun rises, and look up at the twilight in the distance when the sun sets. However, life is not only sunny, but also the days of heavy rain and autumn cold.
I don't know what to express, as if to say that this heavenly path is merciless, reincarnation, and unpredictable life and death; to say that people's lives are step-by-step, wave by wave, and uninteresting. But I don't know what the path of heaven is, I don't know where the cycle of reincarnation is, I have only seen thousands of forms of birth and the same death. When the lamp is exhausted, it is like an old turtle unarmed, the dark river sinks into the rock, there is no longer a wisp of breath, the eyes no longer see the prosperity of the world, the ears no longer hear about the suffering of the world, they are shelved in a dense coffin, buried in the loess soil, and disappeared. I think this is the last time we will meet on the other side of life and death, the most desperate farewell, and the objects that are left by the living to commemorate them all say, "There is no need to look for them, even if the ends of the earth..."
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About the Author:
Yao Hongbin, pen name: Tangcheng, a rural teacher in Qingshui County, loves words to understand life.