Remembrance (prose)

2019.9.10

A lot of things are gone, like fireworks lost in the wind

Before I could say goodbye, I was gone.

- "Forty Men"

1

It is unknown when a small land shrine appeared outside the village of his hometown.

It is said that it is small because its pattern is really cramped. Roughly like the outline of an ordinary box in the village courtyard, although it also has a cornice and arch, it is not carefully carved. On a narrow offering table sat a mighty god general, no taller than a foot, but with a magnificent tight aura.

The majesty and height of the great god is really not the same as the triviality of those dwarf old men in the Journey to the West, and there is a bit of a "loyal god Wuguan Sheng Emperor" Guan Erye's appearance. Although the ancestors have always believed in the worship of polytheism, the meaning of pragmatism is self-evident, and it is not a big rebellion at all to go to the doctor for illness and chaos, and to temporarily cling to the Buddha's feet. But in the village of my hometown, there are two gods whose reverence is unbreakable. One is the "lord of the house" Stove King, and the other is the "landlord" land lord.

No matter how smoky and fiery the three hundred and sixty-five days a year are, when he is young, he must always honor his old man's family with a handful of sugar melons and bribe him, in the hope that he will "say good things to heaven and return to the palace to descend auspiciously." Outside of the landlord, he is the local "chief executive", whether it is with the heavenly court or with the yin division, it is said that he has good communication, how can he be underestimated.

However, the world is impermanent, and the experience of the two great gods can be described as a lot. In the years of turmoil, they were all included in the genus of cattle, ghosts, snakes, and gods, the "cowshed" of the "cowshed", and the "dry school" of the "dry school". Who knew that as soon as the catastrophe passed, the king of the stove immediately implemented the "policy", and he entered the room majestically and sat back on the shrine. Although the land lord was also acquitted, he did not expect to become a lone ghost, and only when the villagers were mourning and funeral, they could sneak back and carefully eat a little incense, how unfair.

In the folklore of the hometown, the Taoist people died in exile, and the soul would not go to Huangquan immediately, but would first go to the land shrine to wait, so that after three days, Yin Si would come to pick up the point. And in those years, there was no land temple to speak of, burned, smashed, left with an "old immortal" who had no job and no power, and played autumn wind everywhere. Fortunately, the deacons at the funeral had their own opinions.

Although the honorable gods are still "wandering", but it is related to the well-being of the people of life and death, then to compromise, the filial piety and the sages and grandchildren were shouted, to the ruins of the land temple three times a day, respectfully asking the land lord and the souls to return to xi, so they saluted the three tours, and there was a cry...

As for whether it was the land lord who frequently dreamed of the land later, or the villagers really couldn't survive, and whether there was a more mysterious pusher, there was no need to study carefully, the wind and smoke dissipated, the dust settled, all parties hit it off, and the land lord finally looked forward to seeing the bright day again.

In a low-key and incomparably peaceful atmosphere, with the completion of the New Land Shrine, the honorable god has taken up his post again, lost and regained, I don't know what the perception of the great god is, is there a kind of sadness for the rest of his life.

2

Li Taibai wrote the final Nanshan Mountain: Twilight descends from bishan mountain, and the mountain moon returns with people. But the path of the way is concerned, and the sky is green and green.

Mr. Wang Weida also wrote: The peaks in the division of fields change, and the clouds and sunshine are different. If you want to stay in the house, ask the woodcutter across the water.

They all seem to be handy, watching the flowers and horses, but careful tasting, it seems that they can eventually be summarized into two words - "hermit".

China's hermit culture has a long history. What is a "hermit"? As the name suggests, a "hermit" is a recluse. The first is the "scholars", that is, intellectuals, otherwise there is no way to live in seclusion. If we say it again, the hermit should be a celebrity, a sage, a getaway, a chrysanthemum chant. Just living in a remote area, between the mountains and rivers, then the fisherman of the tree is also worthy.

Ruan Yu's "Hermit" poem says, "Sihao South Hidden Mountain, Old Lai Channel Riverside." Yan Huile Ugly Lane, Xu You'an is poor. Bo Yi starved shouyang, and the world belonged to him. Where the suffering is poor, but keep the truth. "This fusion of romanticism and idealism inevitably makes it more difficult for today's people, and it just so happens that Tao Yuanming has a divine stroke to solve it." The knot is in the human realm, and there is no traffic or horse noise. Asked Jun He Neng'er, his heart was far away from himself. "It shows that the tempering of the state of mind is not whether it is a famous mountain or a river, a deep stream and a deep spring.

From Zhongnan Mountain, from the hermit, to the mountains and rivers, to the willows and dark flowers, when the two suddenly meet across how many time and space, it is naturally a unique scenery. Since ancient times, Zhongnan Mountain has been a retreat place for scholars (intellectuals) to "be poor and do their own thing, and daze to help the world". Whether it was Jiang Ziya in the Western Zhou Dynasty, or the later "Four Hao", Zhang Liang, Sun Simiao, as well as the immortals Zhong Liquan and Lü Dongbin, the Quanzhen Dao King Chongyang... Together, we have pushed Zhongnan Mountain to a "peak" that has never been seen before.

In fact, as Tao Gong said, "Ask jun he can do it, and his heart is far away from himself." Blindly choosing to escape, where is not the rolling red dust? Those who think that to the top of the end of the south to set up a Maozi, open a vegetable garden, eat the wind and drink dew, meditate and meditate, that is, get the great realm of life, fools say dream ear!

Life is a huge practice, and this process only depends on whether your state of mind is strong or not.

3

The neighbors planted some vegetables in the open space downstairs, and every time they walked, they all felt pleasing to the eye.

In the wind and rain, watch those plants gradually occupy a piece of the sky from a small "star", and then give birth, old age, illness, and death. Because of the twilight of the dynasty, because of déjà vu, and because of irrepressibility, I suddenly believe that every time we meet, it is a long-term reunion.

The scene of growing vegetables in a young age often appears in dreams. Sweating when clearing the ground, rolling melons when cutting branches... It turns out that those people, those things, have become an indelible mark in life, deeply engraved in the heart.

Sometimes passing by, you can't help but remind the owner of the gardening -- you see, the plaque on your beans, the top core wind branch on your persimmon seedlings, your airtight fence, the flowing water that you should not have irrigated at noon. In fact, across the street is the vegetable market street, all this may be just inadvertent willow. Drunkard's intention, is it wine!

Those branches and vines have long been introduced as neighbors, and they are separated from each other by a hundred feet high, and they cannot grind their ears and ears, so why hinder the tacit understanding of floating life. This is true in the sound of cicadas, it is so in the moonlight, and it is also true in the endless staggering of the river. Occasionally, this will also remind people of a piano chant when yuju Tsumen was living in Jinmen, a cardamom girl who blindly relied on the fence.

Between climbing and indomitable, between consumption and resistance, the white colt and the dog are far away.

Among Haizi's works, he prefers his short poems, such as Mustard Sumiya, four or two thousand pounds.

For example, "Reply", such as "Interrogation", such as the following "Rebuilding the Homeland", the heart and mind, there is a lingering sound, which is incomparable to the so-called poetry masters at present.

Record it, encourage it:

【Rebuilding homes】

Give up wisdom on the water

Stop looking up at the sky

In order to generate you have to shed tears of humiliation

Come and water the peaceful orchards of your hometown

No insight is required for generation

The earth itself appears

With happiness also with pain

to rebuild the roof of your hometown

Abandon contemplation and wisdom

If you can't bring the grains

Please be honest with the earth

Keep silent and your dark nature

The wind blows cooking smoke

Orchard was beside me shouting quietly

Labor with both hands

Comfort the soul