Day and night things, who to warn of?
Feng Hong
On the day I heard the news of Qiao Renliang's death, I sorted out the books that had been sleeping under the balcony for more than a year, and it was late at night; the day after the death of my second uncle (my brother's father) (the bad news I got the next morning), I re-found the materials that I had dragged for more than a month, and the manuscript was completed, and the month was in the West Building; and now, at the end of the day, sitting at the desk, my mind has been wandering in the half an hour after the morning walk and the walk. I still don't believe that friends who walk together in the morning and return to the friends who fell halfway will never wake up again. In the blink of an eye, a person with a good end, said no, it was gone.
Looking at my friend who was always asleep deeply, at this moment I understood Song Rui's feeling of "death and life, day and night affairs", I understood Zi Zhan's lament for "mourning my life", and I fully woke up the right army's regret that "death and life are also great". In the face of the fleeting Qiao Renliang, the second uncle, and my friend, I really felt that death was the coming day, but this was a day and night thing that everyone had to face, who was vigilant?
From the "Biography of Chen Suzhen, the Great King of The Zizi"
"Alas, I don't believe it, Wang Bo, a person who is alive and jumping, saying that he will leave, this is a dream, I don't believe it at all." When the news of the death of teacher Wu Bibo, a famous Yu opera performance artist known as Xiao Chen Suzhen, reached the ears of Teacher Guan Lingfeng, the Chen Pai, who was known as the Golden Phoenix of Beijing, cried in an interview with Wang Bo.
From "The Biography of Chen Suzhen, Empress of Yu Opera"
Yes, when a person who is alive and happy says to go away, we feel that time is short. The white colt crossing the gap is our sigh when we face the deceased. But when we lament that the lives of others disappear in the process of opening and closing our eyes, we just forget that our own death and life are also a matter of day and night.
This moment does not know the fate of the next moment, Zang Lao's writing is not only an old horse, but also a person who is not like this. We sighed qiao Renliang, it was to sigh his untimely death, but we forgot the slang of no old and young people on Huangquan Road; the villagers sighed at the second uncle, it was sighing that he had just pulled the last cart of corn cobs home to unload, dinner did not take care of eating, grandson did not care to send it; fans sighed Teacher Wu, is sorry that there are still many Chen Pai work that needs her arrangement, she directs. But no matter how much we cry and how we lament, the deceased of the same mountain will not wake up again.
The deceased is gone, what about the living? We always think that we are still young, that there is time, and that coming to Japan is the mantra of the living. But we ignore that there are always some unexpected changes, and some things that we think are very reliable may be fleeting and will never come. Wang Guozhen wrote in "Hurry to Middle Age": Like a boat washed by the river, you have hurriedly reached middle age. It is not only hasty to reach middle age, but also old age in the blink of an eye. After sighing and mourning the haste of others, we forget that we are in the same haste. When we lament the shortness of other people's lives, should we also be vigilant about our own lives, and whether we should remember that our own lives are also hasty and limited. In his book Overcoming Procrastination, Neil Fiori writes: "Our real pain comes from the constant anxiety of delay, from the deep remorse that arises from losing many opportunities in life. "We are used to talking about it tomorrow, and what we do tomorrow will not always have tomorrow. The day and night of death and life also include ourselves. We should be more vigilant that the coming to Japan is not long.
The coming day is not long, the finite nature of life, determines death and life, that is, day and night. Thinking about the lost and famous song "Guangling San", I am saddened by Ji Kang's lack of vigilance. Yuan Xiaoni had always wanted to learn "Guangling San" with Ji Kang, and Ji Kang always thought that there was still time, and he would not teach him when he came to Japan. But when death came, it was too late for Ji Kang to teach. The loss of "Guangling San" is stifling. What should be strangled even more is that today's people are not vigilant about time and do not cherish it.
Only when I am vigilant about the day and night of death and life can I cherish the present moment of life even more. Abandon and steal, seize the time, race against the clock, and live a valuable day. Lu Yao deeply understood the true meaning of the day and night affairs of death and life, so he raced against the clock to seize the time to create. Really, there are almost no real mornings in Lu Yao's creative life, and his mornings all start at noon. Lu Yao wrote in "Morning Begins at Noon": In my creative life, there is almost no real morning. My mornings start at noon. After lunch, almost immediately, I rushed to the table to work. I've never had a lunch break, and usually I fall asleep around two to three in the morning, sometimes even extending to four or five. The phenomenon of sleeping after dawn also occurs from time to time. The whole afternoon is the best time to work, except for going to the toilet, almost without lifting your head on the table. When he created "Life", he worked eighteen or nine hours a day, unable to distinguish between day and night, his facial features festering, and walking in circles outside his residence in the middle of the night, so that people suspected that he was looking for "impermanence".
Looking for the "impermanent" road, there should be no regrets in life, because he did not pin his hopes on tomorrow. Only those who are vigilant against the day and night affairs of death and life will cherish the only chance of life to live, and seriously live the present and live every day of the present. In the blink of an eye, the vicissitudes of the sea will become mulberry fields, and in the blink of an eye, it will no longer be in the human world, the matter of death and life day and night, the living, be vigilant!
In late October 2016, on the banks of the Fengshui River