Whale Fall Tribute to Father Salute Sir
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I don't know if it is a coincidence, these days WPS will appear on the desktop of the blue sea background, a huge whale jumping out of the waves, here is a line of poetry from Gary Snyder's "Meditation on the Wilderness":
"Whales fall to the bottom of the sea and feed the beings of the dark world for fifteen years"
There is indeed an end in the world, not to be called away! It's a reboot of another kind of life.
"From formation to complete decomposition, the whale colony can not only change the environment and biological population distribution of the whale landing, but even affect the evolution of new species."
"The death of a whale creates a deep-sea ecosystem."
When the organic matter is depleted, the mineral remains of the whale bones become vibrant coral reefs in the form of reef rocks. Born in the sea, died in the sea, returned to the sea, integrated into the sea, quiet as water.
"Whale fall" is the process of the dead whale slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea and constantly being decomposed and consumed. Whale carcasses, the process of falling is not just a simple "end", but also a process of forming a new marine ecosystem, known in the biological community as "whale fall".
Chinese characters always have a literal poetic context, a "falling" word, not only a verb, but also a noun, often used to describe a desirable place to live, suitable for breeding and inhabiting the grassland, called "falling", such as "village".
For me, my father and every gentleman whom I revere have left is a whale, their bones have been buried in the soil, and many years have passed, just like the stones in the mountains, the sound and story can still flow, like water, like dirt, as long as there is water, there is life, always in the right season to reproduce green leaves, flowers, produce countless fruits, nameless.
Year after year, that kind of seed falls into the soil again, a bud, a cluster of seedlings, a tree, upwards, in the blue sky to graffiti out magical words and silhouettes, the roots in the soil will also stretch deeper, nourishing the beings of the dark world, becoming a giant spiritual tree with a canopy of heaven and dense roots, just like a whale falling.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, every season, I would stand under the tree, reading the traces of branches and leaves on the blue sky, reading you, reading sir, and reading myself.
Also watch the little creatures under the trees obsessively build fortresses and nests, watch them be surprised to find the "huge food" falling from the sky, excitedly summon their friends, and line up to carry them happily into the cave.
When I was very young, I heard the story of ants crossing the river, and when the flood was flooded, swarms of ants would hug each other tightly in the shortest possible time and slowly form a large "ant ball". Then roll into the riverbed, move to the other side, during this period the outer layer of ants will be washed away by the water, but the ant ball will eventually roll through the waves, climb to the new land, as for how the ants hugged together during this period are how to change defenses inside and outside, discern the direction, how to decide life and death to stay, no less than reading a Three Kingdoms, or even the Analects.
I still wanted to hold my father's hand, only to know that the time was far away.
In some places in the south, directly call young people as descendants, in fact, the father is just a gentleman who is some years older than himself, one after the other is very straightforward, Mr. can give really limited, the future generations always look up, expect a lot, maybe not only food, but also the story of the ant ball avoiding danger and crossing the river.
Life is always beautiful, eating men and women, multiplying, giving them fish, parents, you can also expect more, teach them to fish, preach and solve puzzles, so that you are born and know what to do, and walk and see, not only to be good at yourself, but also to help the world.
The former is the father, while the latter is not limited to age, but more respectful of thought and enlightenment, and is worthy of Mr.
There is neither a barrier nor a gap between them, the former is the father, and the latter is not limited to age, but more respectful of thought and enlightenment, and should be called Mr. There is no gap between them, nor is there a Jingwei, Zeng Guofan is praised for his life, but if he does not specialize in the study of Qing history, few people know that he formed the Xiang Army, conquered the north and south, established industries, and assisted the emperor in his efforts.
Zeng Guofan concluded:
The family of official eunuchs, generally only one generation is depressed, because life is too rich, most of the family is stupid children, merchant families, the family is well-off, if diligent and thrifty, generally can also be passed on for three generations, farming and reading the family, that is, to govern the peasants and read as the fundamental family, can prosper for five or six generations, and pay attention to filial piety, practice, to govern the family, often can last for ten generations and eight generations, or even longer.
Fathers and gentlemen have nourished the bones of the bones, how many years can future generations absorb? How many ideas are inherited, expanded, expanded, and reborn, perhaps, after years, they can also be as big as blue whales, enough to be replaced by future generations.
Whenever I read the stories of the tomb robbers' notes, I think like this. People always hope to find the treasures passed down from generation to generation in those tombs, even at the cost of their lives, and even generations of people have used this as a livelihood, called "Captain Touching Gold". But attention always turns to the broken notes of the ancestors treasured by the archaeological explorers, marked on the map imprints on the hides of the animal, because there is still enough residual warmth to remember the persistence of being born as a human being.
After my father left, my mother took me a wool vest from my father's death, saying that it was a memory, and there was also the meaning of the descendants of Grace, but I remembered my father always in front of the hedge, meditating, maybe in the old paper pile can find familiar handwriting, no longer worry about high school with the key in private, secretly open the bookcase will be found by the father.
Although my father did not have a high degree of education, at that time, he worked very hard, a bitter child from a carpenter family, at a very young age, went alone to study at a normal school in a distant hometown, and the school bag was actually made of wood by his grandfather.
Every summer vacation, winter vacation to walk home, hundreds of miles of mountain roads, I don't know if secretly will be aggrieved tears, maybe it is too late to cry, but only care about the shoes on the feet of pain "kicked rotten, what to wear at school."
This mountain road was very hard, and a child in the mountains actually walked into Beijing, went to an artillery school, became an officer, and later became a father. The scene that I remember the most in the south is the scene where my father carried his backpack and watched his brother and I who were sleeping before dawn and quietly went to the station.
After transferring to a local area, I entered a company, it was the tail tide period of the Cultural Revolution and the next era of rectifying unjust, false and wrongly decided cases, my father's writing was very good, the writing was also good, and he would always be transferred to the organs in various names to engage in written materials.
Maybe it was in that particular era when my father, who was willing to write, didn't leave a letter, a diary, or anything like that.
My father was my father and my husband, and this was something that my father deeply realized long after he left. Soldiers accumulate habits, harsh on themselves, but rarely imposed on others, every time the choice of the intersection, he always smiles, encouragement, it seems that every decision I made, is enough to make him pleased, until later I became a father, finally understand the heart of the heart can not distinguish which is their own, which is the child's complex feelings, no matter how to choose, is full of joy, full of expectations.
Remembering my father and gentlemen, neither Qingming nor Chongyang, when I watch people light up black and yellow incense in a chaotic manner at the intersection of the block, the memorial is perfunctory and ambiguous.
In the season of earth revival, in the early spring and early summer, the trees began to grow a new round, and the trunks were thicker and stronger. Many unnamed trees sprouted new green, and there was a fresh smell everywhere. Or a tree, or a tree with thick shade, vigorous branches and leaves growing freely, dividing the blue canopy.
That green, that blue sky, will strike directly into the bottom of the heart, and in an instant, a thought will be turbulent, the leaves will also miss, the clouds will also miss, and the tears will not be able to hide.
Albert Einstein said, "When two photons collide with each other in a vacuum, light can be converted into matter, and energy is matter." Thoughts are a kind of light, and so are words, so maybe the whale falls is the existence of another kind of life.
Promise the father, but also promise the child, eat well every day, sleep well, cherish the night with stars and the moon, but also cherish the Zen time under the eaves to listen to the rain, cherish the life, but also cherish the end.
Promise to the lover, but also to himself, to the expectations of the father and the gentlemen, to hold hands and experience what has not been experienced, until it turns into a pinch of dirt and grows into a big tree.
Born, when it seems to rise, and finally, when it is like a whale falling.