Essays · One-dimensional life

One-dimensional life

I have been more emotional than rational since I was a child, because astronomy has never been within my interest, so if I do not check the information, I cannot smoothly call out the "brothers" of the solar system, as for which stars constitute the "Big Dipper", which stars constitute my Gemini, etc. I am very confused. Judging from the above words, my friends must have thought that if I were to talk about the seven planets or things related to these seven planets at this moment, I would definitely not, I was just interested in the place where these seven stars lived.

When he returned from sweeping his father's grave, he suddenly found that there was still mottled ice in the shade of the small forest in the factory area, and there were emerald green wild vegetables in the morning sun. I began to wonder: was it that I hadn't noticed this natural phenomenon before or was the weather really special this year? The place of doubt is also that these days I can't help but think about a question: Is it my soul that is attached to my body or is my body relying on my soul to form today's Sangzi brother? A brother who has studied the I Ching for many years insists that "the human soul has quality, because when a person swallows the last breath, he loses two or two of his weight in an instant." If this is true, where do the two or two souls of my ancestors and my father live now?

I had a dream last night in which I was very realistically embedded in the situation depicted in "Google Earth", in front of the background sprinkled with broken diamonds, it was the beautiful earth and the faithful moon next to it, and then my mind kept circling these eight words: closer than the sun, farther than the moon. This place should be the place where the ancestors of my ancestors are reassuring, quiet and peaceful, and can pay attention to the joys and sorrows of the people after us; far away, we can look forward to a wider space for flight.

In the cemetery, there are more and more deceased people at my age, and every time I visit my father's grave or "send" someone else back, I can't help but think about my future, and I become more and more firm in the so-called soul theory. Believing in a soul doesn't mean I'm nostalgic for a world where I'm constantly wrestling with people, but I'd love to see who my ancestors are in that world.

On the way to work, it was crowded with big cars and small cars to visit the graves in the suburbs, and I told my colleagues around me that when I really waited, I would ask my son to scatter my ashes under the roots of a certain tree by the Hun River, and when he was alive, he was irritable in a crowded environment for a lifetime. Colleague said: Rest assured, at that time, you didn't count. I squirmed my lips to tell him that he had "closer than the sun, farther than the moon", and that the rest of the ashes were the same everywhere, but considering that this thought had only been born for a few days, the sentence I came up with was: I will be buried by the Hun River when I die. The colleague smiled evilly: Who are you dreaming for?