The anchor reads the classics and accompanies you to say goodnight! Hello everyone, here is lightning night reading, I am Hui Chao, anchor of Qingzhou Rong Media Center. The article I share with you tonight is Lin Qingxuan's "The Taste of Forgetting Love Flowers".
The Taste of Loveless Flowers (Excerpt)
Text/Lin Qingxuan
The ephemeral flowers in the courtyard suddenly bloomed, eighteen in all. At night, turn on the lights in the courtyard, sit in the dark room and look out the window, the milky white ephemeral flowers have an indescribable posture under the lamp, each flower is a spring landscape.
Ephemeral flowers cannot be seen closely, it is suitable for distant viewing. The ephemeral flowers that look close up are only ephemeral flowers, a dazzling beauty, and the ephemeral flowers in the distance are different, it is like the water lilies in the pool waking up at night, step by step to the front and back yards of people's courts, and these water lilies standing in the pool climb to the ephemeral branches, bend down, and spit out the white fragrance.
The next morning the flowers were all gone, with their heads bowed. I was discussing with my wife how to eat the withered ephemeral flowers, and I said that the ephemeral stir-fried pork was the most delicious dish, which I used to eat when I was a child. The wife said that the ephemeral flowers belong to the Nirvana family, they are fasted, they cannot be fried with pork, they should be boiled with rock sugar, they can be raw and cough, and they can be spoiled and forgotten.
Later, we boiled the ephemeral flowers with rock sugar, and drank the ephemeral tea in the spring night with a fragrant taste, and when drunk into the throat, its aroma seemed to come from afar in the sky, which was no less than the orchid tea in Baiyun Mountain Villa on Yangming Mountain - if the orchid is the fragrance of the king, the ephemeral flower is the fragrance of the Zen, full of distant, faint, mysterious smell.
Sure enough, the wife said that another name of the ephemeral flower is "forgetting love flower", and forgetting love is "the one who is silent and unmoving, if he forgets", that is, the "saint forgets his feelings" mentioned in the Jin Book. In the world of colorful and splendid flowers, "Forgetting Love Flower" is not known which high person's name, it makes a note for the life of Ephemeral Flower. Ephemeral flower seems to be a hermit, in the world, ephemeral flower clings to his own love, the essence of a lifetime in a night spit out, it is so beautiful, so short, because it is distinct, so moving, because it is short, it is unforgettable. When it dies, we drink the ephemeral tea that is made of it, and for the ephemeral flower, it is forgotten, and for us, we drink the forgotten love of the ephemeral flower into the belly, and slowly brew in the belly.
The taste of "loveless flowers" is suitable for association. In our emotional world, "forgetting feelings" is almost impossible, because there is love and entanglement, there is entanglement, to pull out of the entanglement, to go to the empty world, it is necessary to open beautifully in a short period of time like "loveless flowers", and after withering, those entangled feelings are fried, fried, boiled, fried, and then swallowed into the stomach one by one, and buried it in the deepest part of the heart, waiting for another open moment.
Everyone's emotions are prosperous and negative, just like ephemeral flowers, even if they are unsentimental, they also have happiness. We are not saints, we cannot forget our feelings, even the best singers have times when they are in a trance, and even the best dancers have moments of chaos and forgetfulness, we are all mortals, we cannot have the realm of "loving to the point of forgetting love and approaching the heart of the Buddha", but we can "hide our feelings". Roll up the completed and failed love like a scroll and put it in the corner of the soul, let it fade, open it after the footsteps of the years have passed, and see your own blank part of the scroll, and the engraving that is still vivid as ever.
We have left the money and branded, we have cherished the incense, we have pitied the jade, and this is enough.
About the Author:
Lin Qingxuan, born in 1953, a native of Taiwan, is a famous contemporary writer, essayist, poet and scholar.
Anchor Profile:
Dong Huichao is the head of the broadcast team of the News Center of Qingzhou Rong Media Center and the host of the Qingzhou News column.