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Watch the sunrise on the train
Wen | Ji Xianlin
In the faint of the morning light, I stepped out of the sleeper car and walked to the corridor of the train. As soon as I looked up, my whole body and even my heart immediately shook violently: in the east, a touch of rouge like a moon bud like a red thing was pouring out. This is the rising sun, I thought to myself.
I am in my old age, and I have seen many sunrises in my life. Some of them are something I deliberately seek, such as Tarzan Guanri. Exactly fifty years ago, I was a young man teaching in a middle school in Jinan. In the mid-Autumn Festival of August in the old calendar, I made an appointment with two friends and took a train from Jinan to Tai'an. We went up the hill that afternoon. I was only twenty-three years old, and it was when I was full of energy, I made great strides through the Doumu Palace, the Happy Three Miles, and the Five Doctors Pine, and climbed the South Heavenly Gate in one go, without feeling any hardship or thrill. At this time, when the twilight is hanging and the shadows are spreading over the mountains, there is no one in the four corners, and the silence of eternity is pressed on us. Stayed overnight in a chicken feather shop. The next day, he got dark, draped himself in the quilts in the shop, and ascended to the top of the Jade Emperor. At this time, the eastern sky gradually paled. My eyes widened, and I didn't even dare to blink, hoping for a miracle. But the miracle I was waiting for, the sun, just didn't show up. When the eastern sky was covered with a red glow, and then looked closely, the morning sun was already like a red blood ball, hovering in the white clouds, and it turned out that the sun had already come out.
Since then, more than forty years later, in the early 1980s, I climbed the Huangshan Mountain for the first time. Stayed in the North Sea for three days. I once got up in the dark with Xiao Hong and rushed to the top of a small mountain, which was already crowded with people in the dark. We squeezed up, fought for a place in the crowd, calmed down, looked east, and waited for the sunrise. The eastern sky was originally gray, but it was slightly whiter than the west, south, and north. However, in an instant, the brightness gradually increased, from pale white to light red, and then from light red to thick red, and a piece of light illuminated the eastern sky. In another blink of an eye, a bud of red streak suddenly gushed out, and the red mark slowly expanded upwards, from one point to a line, from a line to a piece, and a round of round and red balls finally jumped out.
In this way, I saw the sunrise on Mount Taishan and Mount Huangshan, two famous mountains in China and even the world, famous for being able to watch the sunrise. It was something I had come up with with a deliberate pursuit.
I'm on the train now, neither Mount Taishan nor Mount Huangshan. I never dreamed of associating it with watching the sunrise, and I had no intention of seeking it. However, it was as if a miracle had occurred before my eyes: the sunrise in front of me was uncompromising. Isn't the shock in my heart completely natural?
Such a sunrise has never been heard of watching, not even heard of it. It is completely different from what it has seen in the past, which is deliberately pursued. Whether in Taishan or In Huangshan, I am stationary. Although the sun moved, it was only moving in one place, and she was serene, slow and methodical, majestic and heavy, not in a hurry. She is the embodiment of the sublime in my eyes, a reproduction of majesty. Just as the great Indian poet Tagore meditated and prayed to the rising sun every morning, the sun is sacrosanct in my heart.
Now, however, it's a different story. The train was speeding, for miles, without stopping. And the sun is not stopping for a moment, chasing after it. She seemed to be leading the white clouds, the morning sun, the sea, and the sky, as if leading her retinue like a cloud, chasing the train, chasing after me on the car, over the mountains, over the water, over the forest, over the village. Sometimes I even saw her sideburns disheveled and disheveled. The original dignified majesty, serene and at ease, there is no shadow at all. It was she who was deliberate, bent on pursuing, pursuing me on the train, and making sure that I watched her appear. At this point, my mood could not be described in any words.
On the one hand, the sun is chasing after it, and on the other hand, it is constantly changing. At first all I saw was a little red crescent-like thing slowly gushing out of the pale red clouds. The crescent gradually enlarges, enlarges, expands, and the initial color is like cinnabar, and the eyes are able to see directly. However, as the volume gradually expanded, the cinnabar gradually turned into gold, and the light became brighter and brighter, and at the end, the glow shone brightly, and if anyone wanted to see her again, her light would pierce his eyes. When the sun rose high, she looked down at the earth in the sky, down at the train, down at me in the train, and she returned to her dignified, dignified, serene and comfortable demeanor, and although she was still following the train, she no longer had the hasty look.
This short experience of watching the sunrise in the car was like a mysterious apocalypse to me. It took me away from the world, away from the train, and even away from myself. I experience that there is no change in change, and there is change in change; I experience the interactive fusion of change and speed, the interaction effect. I can't say this clearly. By the time I got back in the carriage, people were still asleep. As if with a unique secret, I sat there quietly, thinking back to everything I had just done, and the aftertaste was still sweet. A glorious glow remains in my heart.
About the Author:
Ji Xianlin (6 August 1911 – 11 July 2009) was a Native of Linqing, Liaocheng City, Shandong Province, China. Internationally renowned orientalist, linguist, writer, sinologist, Buddhist scholar, historian, educator and social activist. He has served as a member of the Department of Philosophy and Social Sciences of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, honorary president of Liaocheng University, vice president of Peking University, director of the Institute of South Asian Studies of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, and a tenured professor of Peking University.
In his early years, he studied abroad, spoke English, German, Sanskrit, Pali, could read Russian and French, and was especially proficient in Tocharian (an independent language in the Indo-European language family with the widest distribution in the contemporary world), and was one of the only scholars in the world who were proficient in this language. For "the study of Sanskrit, Buddhism, and Tocharian, and the study of Chinese literature, comparative literature, and literary and art theory Qi Fei", his works were compiled into the "Collected Works of Ji Xianlin", a total of 24 volumes. Before his death, he wrote three laurels: Master of Traditional Chinese Studies, Titan of Academia, and National Treasure.
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