Autumn Dispersal (2023)
Written by Tatsuo Murakami XCS Word count 3107
About life
It is customary to put a few books on the pillow, not for vassal elegance, and there are no guests in my dormitory. I feel a kind of companionship, peace, and comfort in my heart. It's just a little uncomfortable with it, some books are bought and don't read them, or they can't read the essentials, and the writing doesn't produce results, which is disappointed. In the evening, I read two essays by Lin Qingxuan. Reading his words allows people to calm down and enter a world, so as to discover, feel, and taste reality and life. I was wondering how he wrote it? Reading "Wind and Moon", the experience of living in a temple, what I saw and felt, and living on the mountain to write, opening the window to see the view, the big banyan tree, the pond, the lotus, I felt as if I had walked into that environment, which fascinated me. From this I was thinking about my life.
The current life cannot but be said to be uneasy compared with suffering, and the current work generally does not like to be depressing, and there are only occasional happy moments and good personnel. When I think of the yearning in my heart, I feel that my current life and work are not what I want and need to change. But I am really a simple person with a single ability. In my heart or in my mind, I yearn for colorful ups and downs, but my body is willing to live a stable life.
I thought about becoming a monk, becoming a monk, going to a temple. But is life in the temple as simple and quiet as I thought? For example, if I want to write, do I have time? A mobile phone or computer is required, and a mobile phone computer needs a monetary base. Even if you don't use a mobile phone computer and write with pen and paper, you need money for pen and paper, where does the money come from?
I thought about the ring ride again. If I hit the road, can I stand the wind and sleep? What I want is to be able to grasp what happens in anticipation. This must be a shortcoming without big success. But I think I have my strengths, too. Think about it, it's still hard to escape the world.
After reading two articles, I don't want to read them, immerse myself in the aftertaste, turn on the music, and let my thoughts wander. Many of Lin Qingxuan's articles have a kind of Buddhism, and what I opened and listened to was a recording of "Nanmu Amitabha Buddha", which was recorded live in the prayer room of Zhenguo Temple. "Nan no Amitabha Buddha..." repeated over and over again. During repetition, the brain is not limited, and the mind is not still.
Think of one thing that happened during the day. The one who took the initiative to dedicate himself to me. My feeling is flat. She probably meant to express her inner emotions and wishes through such behavior. She probably did it because of my imminent departure. I know that my heart has rejected it. At this time, I remembered that it was originally a dream when I slept during the day, and the real occurrence was actually in the dream. I don't know how she could have such a dream, she actually walked into my dream?
I couldn't help but think of home again. It seems that my present, even my future, and future choices are all related to that home. Although I am separated by thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, although the freedom of my hands and feet is in me, why do I still think like this?
The time to go to work and the time to eat are just a repetition of yesterday. The difference is that yesterday has passed, and today is passing. What has changed is that we are on the road to aging. In fact, I can't talk about old age, but why do I often feel that the process of life is advancing all the time, and I often feel that old age is coming? I don't think I can think like this, I can't say I'm old.
Riding in a colleague's electric car, my colleague told me that they had gone for a big meal. Who? What big meal to eat? It turned out that the leaders went to eat the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner. I said, in that case, the company will express something this year. Colleagues said, indicating a hair.
I felt more and more about the existence of class and disagreement with the art of leadership. But that's not what I want to care about, or rather, what I loathe.
A young lady owner gave me two mooncakes. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and I will be happy to accept mooncakes at this time. Although mooncakes have a longer shelf life, they are undoubtedly fresher at this time. Unlike some people, when the festival is over, I can't eat it, or I want to expire and send it again, I am disgusted, and I don't want it. There is no sincerity. I don't lack that one mooncake either. It can be seen that this female owner has a heart, thanks! Actually, now I don't like mooncakes, let alone Cantonese-style mooncakes. A whole mooncake is a little inexhaustible, too fine, easy to get greasy. The fondness for mooncakes began with memories of holidays when I was a child, and nostalgia for the hometown mooncakes at that time. I think the main thing is that times have changed. There was nothing good to eat as a child. Nowadays, material abundance is extremely abundant, and it is reasonable to have everything. I ate one, right for a late-night snack. The other was given to another colleague.
When this colleague came to get it, he said that Lao Guan (deputy foreman) was drunk, it turned out that he had drunk too much from the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, and lay down on the basement floor. We went to help him and punched him several times. Yes? He was drunk and beating people, and I couldn't help but laugh. The colleague went on to say that he treated me like a woman, held me and kissed me, and my ears were bitten by him. Hahaha, laugh me to death. This old Guan is crazy with alcohol, but it is in line with his image style. When I laugh, I think I have restraint and that this will not happen. Actually, I was drunk too. That was many years ago. When he first left school in his early twenties, the young man did not know the taste of wine, and suddenly drank fiercely. Half in the bag. When I got drunk, I went back to bed and cried, and I couldn't say that I felt sad and wronged. After that, never got drunk again. Because I don't have the same temperament as these men, I lack a bunch of fox friends, and the opportunity to drink is rare. My life, my life, is much cleaner and simpler. If this is an advantage, but the real society has abandoned people like me and does not take me to play. In society, it is said that men are not bad and women are not loved, men like me, can't coax, can't deceive, honestly, really no one is rare. However, I don't force it.
I don't know when I started to think that the square dance was really noisy, and the same song and dance every day, what is the strength. After they dispersed, they read a reading article on a public account reading Wang Zengqi's "The Daughter of the Gu Family Tofu Shop". I read this one, and I still have impressions. The Gu family is really difficult, they all rely on the tofu business to live, and Old Man Gu is sick again, sometimes he doesn't even have money to buy beans, and the tofu business is also difficult to do. The daughter of the Gu family's tofu shop has a bit of beauty, with fine skin and tender flesh, which is a flower in the snail dam. The rich boss of Dade Sheng Wang was kind and said that he wanted to help the Gu family, and found Mrs. Xue to talk about it, and let the daughter of the Gu family sleep with her. The daughter of the Gu family said that she was moved and replied, "Call him to come at night." I don't want Boss Wang's son to find Miss Xue as well. Father and son have a monthly subscription and a cash silver. This made everyone know, and they said: "Two generations an X, what is this called!" —— Many ships do not hinder the port, many passengers do not block the road, one sheep is also released, two sheep are also rushed, you call him a few generations ?! "That's the thing. When I think about it, my heart is not a taste, how to say it, I don't know how to say it. But I know that this is not only written in books to have such a thing, but now in real life, in the past, in the present, I am afraid that there will be in the future, such personnel will not die due to the progress of the times. This is reality, this is human nature. So, don't tell me how noble you are, don't dress like five people and six in front of me, take off your pants, and be just a dick playing with eggs.
About the autumnal equinox
Today's autumnal equinox. The autumnal equinox solar term, or rather, the name autumnal equinox, I like. Like white dew, winter solstice, etc., with a poetic meaning.
On the autumnal equinox, the sun hits almost directly at the Earth's equator, and the world is equal in length of day and night. In addition to the equinox of day and night, this day is exactly in the middle of the 90 days of autumn, which divides autumn equally. After the autumnal equinox, the direct sunlight moves south, the days and nights in the northern hemisphere are short, the temperature difference between day and night increases, and the temperature drops day by day. Exactly, "an autumn rain and a cold", "white dew autumn equinox night, a cold night and a night".
The autumnal equinox used to be the traditional "Moon Festival". The current Mid-Autumn Festival is based on the traditional autumnal equinox "moon festival".
The arrival of the autumnal equinox really shows a beautiful picture. Cotton spit and tobacco leaves turn from green to yellow.
Winter wheat has begun to be sown in northern China, and vast areas in the Yangtze River basin and south are busy harvesting late rice, ploughing the land and preparing for canola planting.
The late rice in Huicheng has not yet emerged, and it will take another month to harvest. There are many peanuts, sesame, sweet potatoes, corn in the field.
And in my hometown, with the memory of the past, it was time to cut rice. Harvesting rice back home is a very important event, food for life for a family. Cutting rice is hard work. I know the origin of a grain of rice and the various labor processes it goes through. The grains are all hard work, and it is a documentary writing. Then harvest soybeans, break corn, and harvest sesame green beans. After that, winter wheat is planted. After the wheat was planted, the farm was almost idle. Agricultural busyness generally goes to Chongyang, after Chongyang, the sky is getting cold and freezing, winter comes, and the year is roughly over.
Really good weather, also during this time period. Exactly: cool breeze, blue sky, beautiful wind, high autumn air, fragrant osmanthus flowers, everywhere is a happy scene of harvest.
Autumnal equinox customs. In the Lingnan region, the Hakka people have the custom of eating autumn vegetables. Autumn cabbage is a type of wild amaranth.
Autumnal equinox: Thunder begins to sound. The ancients believed that thunder sounded because of the strong yang, and after the autumn equinox, the yin qi began to be strong, so it no longer thundered. Therefore, thunder is not only the end of the summer, but also the beginning of the autumn cold; Second, the stinging insect billet. As the weather becomes cold, the stinging insects begin to hide in the burrow, and the mouth of the cave is sealed with fine soil to prevent the cold from invading; Three wait for the water to dry up. Due to the dry weather and the rapid evaporation of water vapor, the amount of water in lakes and rivers becomes less, and some swamps and puddles are dried up.
Autumn equinox health: Autumn exercise, focusing on lung moisturizing, such as practicing Tuna Gong, tapping teeth and throat jin moisturizing Gong. In terms of diet maintenance, you should drink more water and eat moist and warm foods, such as sesame, walnuts, glutinous rice, honey, dairy products, pears, etc., which can play a role in nourishing the lungs and nourishing the yin.
One of the poems that Autumn Equinox likes is from Du Fu's "Evening Sunshine":
The return is oblique, and the clouds have not returned.
Jiang Hongming drank far away, and the rain fell.
The wild goose finally went high, and the bear felt self-fattening.
The autumn equinox guest is still here, and the bamboo dew is slight.
It is beautifully written, but also has a sadness.