Chapter 4 The Color of Nankai-Miscellaneous Feelings Nankai Garden

Inkstone "Things are like a spring dream without a trace", perhaps the biggest function that time has created on people is forgetfulness. After day and night, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, the sensitive nerves are slowly worn away, so people become numb day after day with time. It has been two years, two years since the garden was opened in Sinan, but it has not left the slightest mark. Is it because of the sacred yearning that I can't bear to be stained, or is it because of the increasingly dull emotions that these two years have been sealed in my heart?I don't know, everything is in the heart, silent, and it is such a complete silence that breeds such two years, two years of vague and persistent expectations.

Suddenly, on this day, my friend asked me to write something about it.Yes, I should leave something for my two years of college. It’s not like picking up flowers in the morning, but it can be regarded as brushing off the dust in my heart for two years, and returning a clean face in my heart. one I always feel that there has always been a relationship with the north, and the relationship with Nankai is a relationship within this relationship. I can be regarded as a relatively ethereal person, or, to be precise, I should be a relatively ethereal southerner.There are many temples in the south, so this temple has become the place where I relax and play on weekdays.

I have always liked to chat with this group or that group of young monks or old monks. Unknowingly, I have planted the root of a strong relationship in my heart.Later, I met a wandering monk, a native of Sichuan, whose dharma name was Tanzhi.While chatting with his god, he learned that he traveled all over the world, so he claimed to be a Bodhi walker, so he joked with him.I told him, "In this way, I am a spiritual practitioner." Unexpectedly, the joke came true. I liked the north at first, probably because of the snow.When I was young, human life was like water. Perhaps at that time, this water became a symbol of the completeness of life, and the composition of life in water was what I simply thought of as rain and snow at that time.So I have innate feelings and yearning for Xue.

Gradually, as I got older, this feeling did not diminish at all.The north, to me at that time, was a dream, but I was destined to be a dreamer, but where should my dream end?What I am looking forward to seems to be a fate in the dark, but out of my nature, my sincerity to myself has always made me a spiritual walker.Once my cousin came back from the north, and as a gift, he gave me a special song: On the coast of the Bohai Sea, the Jin of the Baihe River, the majestic spirit of Nankai. Learn from time to time, change with each passing day, make a bright future, and my future is boundless.

Beautiful and benevolent, wise, brave and pure, cast with pottery, gentle and gentle. On the coast of the Bohai Sea, the Jin of the Baihe River, the majestic spirit of Nankai. I don't know if it's a destiny in the dark, or it's in harmony with the inherent feelings in my heart, but I do understand the hatred that comes from it In the fate of the night, I understood where to send my dream, and put this "fascination" into a backpack on the shoulders of the traveler. The train going north finally galloped away from the hurried footsteps of travelers... Today, two years ago, Nankai in the golden autumn made me realize a dream, promised me a piece of land, cultivated my indelible love and forever indelible dreams, and took this as the food for my traveler.

two October 11, 2000 was my 19th birthday, and it was on this day that I joined the academic forum.Since then, whenever I think about it, that scene reappears in my mind. "... There are four words I like 'safe with the situation', but here I want to change a word, I change these four words into 'safe with the situation'. Yes, life is precious, I really hope This academic forum is a place to stretch your mind!" I ended my self-introduction with this, and the audience responded with warm applause. "Life is precious in thinking", and I am gratified by the academic forums I have experienced for a year.

Specifically speaking, there are only 5 members in the academic forum, but these 5 people from all over the world are responsible for planning, publicizing, hosting, and reporting academic reports at least once a week.We set up the base of the academic forum in the 502 studio, so we went in full swing. Perhaps such a group is aesthetically pleasing, so the work of such a group tends to be aesthetically pleasing; perhaps it is because of our pursuit of "truth, goodness and beauty", we can proudly say that each issue of academic discussion is A wonderful stirring of the soul. I remember that time, when I finished hosting a lecture given by Professor Ning Jiayu, a note came from behind me, which read:

I am a loyal listener of your academic forum. Listening to your lectures is really like wandering in the palace of academics.I know there are only 5 of you, so I would love to visit the place where you work, it must be a beautiful temple too. So, I came to 502 with this stranger who was always paying attention to us.As soon as he opened the door, the classmate was stunned, and asked me after a while: "Is this where you work?" I nodded. Yes, who can believe that there are only a few old cabinets full of materials and a few pitifully simple desks inside? However, such a simple studio has become a warm home that we can never forget.Yes, we call it home because we are like brothers and sisters.Perhaps this year we have paid a lot of hardships, perhaps this year we have really gone through ups and downs, but all these seem so insignificant compared to the harmony and joy we get along with.

What can't be forgotten is how many sleepless nights we spent on the forum; what can't be forgotten is the happiness and joy after every success; What is forgotten is the eternal 502 in our hearts, the eternal academic forum. On that day, when we said goodbye at the last forum, it unexpectedly resounded throughout the venue, and resounded through every moved heart. Now, my birthday is approaching again. I should dedicate this memory as a congratulatory gift to myself, to a complex with the academic forum, and tell my four brothers and sisters in my heart to go all the way. three I think of fate again, because I live in fate.

The encounter with her is a fate, I am glad to be bestowed by nature, and I am grateful for such a fate. Lily is a name I gave her, because Lily is always in my heart, because there is such a story about Lily. I am used to calling myself a child who grew up in the mountains, and I have a natural affection for the mountains.I can't refuse Shan's invitation, because of the holy lily love she planted in my heart. I remember that it was an evening in early summer, and I was used to climbing the mountain alone that I was used to.I am willing to open my mind and let the breeze caress every inch of my skin, stirring up all kinds of feelings in every cell.But that time, it rained unexpectedly, while the orange-red sun in the west was still standing on the top of the mountain.I turned back and ran towards an acacia forest.

Hastily, I crashed under the umbrella-shaped acacia tree like a coil, and squatted down.When I regained my composure, the scene in front of me surprised me.It turns out that under the tree is a piece of white flowers that I don't know. Tingting, pure white flowers that are blooming to their heart's content nodded gently with the breeze, like a shy girl meeting a stranger from afar.The stamens of the egg yolk are like affectionate eyes, so pure and so mysterious.I can't help but look at this piece of pure white, the small raindrops on the petals reflect the red sun and show the brilliance of seven colors.Unknowingly, this piece of pure white gradually turned red. I don't know if it was because I was shy when I saw me, or because of the kind ridicule from the red sun in the west.The rain gradually stopped, and the sun retracted its face into the distant mountains.There are only Lily and I under the acacia tree, and there are water drops that slide down from the tree from time to time. I carefully put a white flower in my arms and went home.Grandpa told me that it was called Lily.So, I remembered that I, the lily, and the acacia tree grew in the mountain... Thanks to the good fortune, the north, and the Nankai Garden, so I found the lily in the mountain of my life. I remember during the Leonid meteor shower, she secretly told me that she made a wish.I asked her what she wished for.She said, I can't say it, it won't work if I say it. I told her that I had a wish that I could tell, and she anxiously asked me what it was. "Let's watch the Leonid meteor shower together again in 50 years!" I said seriously. She stretched out her little finger to hook me, and then threw herself into my arms excitedly... Four Once again, I made a note on my calligraphy practice: Moshi was opened in Nankai Garden in August of Renwu Year.Every time such handwriting is a pleasure to me. Yes, in Nankai Park, there are so many dreams, so many struggles, and so many intoxicated here.I once dreamed of spending my whole life writing a quiet and distant long scroll, and went to Nankai again in the ancient years, and wrote on this long scroll that the ink stone was in Nankai Garden in a certain month in the ancient and rare years. It is late at night, and it is suitable for heart-to-heart conversations in such a deep night.I'm used to listening to your ancient and deep voice in such a deep night - Nankai Garden.I should call your name softly, because your breath is so real with this dew on this night.Stroll along the familiar lakeside path again, taste your unique taste of autumn, and wander in the orange and silent figures of the street lamps with these fragments of memory.The hustle and bustle is gone, what is left is silence, and the singing of a few pairs of autumn insects in the forest. Perhaps, such a deep silence belongs to you more, and the singing of autumn insects shows your ancient and kind wisdom. The ancient Nankai Garden, on such a night, you belong to me, what is silent here is your majestic grandeur, and what is quiet here is your brilliance and purity.I only want to be intoxicated by your quiet and natural silence and tranquility, I only want to be intoxicated by such an ancient and wise night.I think, the ancient Nankai Garden, you will understand me, because, because only your deep silence can understand this natural heart.The night was getting deeper, and there were slight ripples in the lake, as if listening to Qiu Chong playing and singing softly from the heart. The midnight bell sounded in the haze, and it should be marking the code name of memory for yesterday... (Mo Shi, a student of the English Department of Nankai University in 2000)