Chapter 4 4

In front of my window is a red dirt road. On the road, the oxcarts carrying the goods moved in a staggered manner; the Sautar girls went to the market with a large bundle of straw on their heads, and when they returned in the evening, there was a series of silver bell-like laughter behind them. Now my thoughts are not galloping on the road that people walk. In my life, the years of worrying about various problems and striving for various goals have been buried in the past.Now I am in poor health and feel indifferent. The surface of the sea is turbulent; the deep bottom, where the earth lies, is muddled by undercurrents.The sea is calm when the waves subside and the visible and invisible surface and substratum are in full harmony.

In the same way, when my hard-working soul is breathing, what I get in the depths of my soul is the paradise at the beginning of the universe. During the days of walking, I had no time to pay attention to the banyan trees on the side of the road, but now I abandoned the road and went back to the window to start contacting him. He stared at my face, as if very anxious, as if to say, "Do you understand me?" "I understand, understand everything about you. Russia comforted him, "You don't have to be so anxious. " The tranquility was restored for a while, and when he looked at him again, the hair of the poem was anxious, and the green leaves rustled, "Sparkling and shining."

I tried to calm him down and said, "Yes, that's right, I am your playmate. For thousands of years, in the playhouse of the earth, I have sucked the sun and shared the luscious milk of the earth just like you." I heard the sound of a sudden wind in his midst.He said, "You're right." The voice echoing in the flow of my heart's blood, the sound whirling silently in the light and shadow, turned into the rustling of green leaves, and spread to my side.This voice is the official language of the universe. Its tone is: I am, I am, we are together. It was a great joy, and the atoms and molecules of the universe trembled in that joy.

Today, Tashu and I speak the same language to express our joy. He asked me, "Are you really back?" "Oh, dear friend, I'm back." I replied immediately. So, we clapped rhythmically, cheering "I am, I am." In the spring when I had a heart-to-heart conversation with Gang Shu, his new leaves were bright yellow, and the sunlight escaping from the sky passed through his countless leaves, embracing the shadows of the earth secretly. June was overcast and rainy, and his leaves became as gloomy as Yun Ni.Now, his foliage is as dense as an old man's mature mind, and the sun can no longer find a way to penetrate.In the past, he was like a poor girl, but now he is like a rich young woman, full of contentment.

This morning, Zhishu had twenty circles of emerald necklaces around his neck, and said to me: "Why are you sitting there with a brick on your head? Walk into the full space like me." I said, "Man has two parts, the inner and the outer, since ancient times." "I don't understand your opinion," Rong Shuyang threw himself into the body. I further explained: "We have two worlds—the inner world and the outer world." Ge Shu exclaimed: "My God, where is the inner world?" "In my mold." "What are you doing in there?" "create."

"Creating in a mold is too mysterious." "Just like a river is clamped by its two banks," I elaborated patiently, "Creation is restricted by molds. One material is poured into different molds, or it becomes a diamond, or it becomes a tree." The banyan tree brought the topic to me: "Please describe the shape of your mold." "My mold is the soul, and what falls into it becomes a complicated creation." "On the left side of our sun and moon, can you show a little bit of your closed creation?" Banyan Tree became interested. "The sun and the moon are not the most creative scales." I said with absolute certainty: "The sun and the moon are external objects."

"So, what's the measure of it?" "With pleasure, and especially with pain." The banyan tree said: "The whispers of the east wind in my ears resonate in my heart. I really can't understand your high-sounding remarks." "How to make you understand. I pondered for a moment, "Just as your east wind is captured by us, brought into our domain, and tied to the string, it passes from one creation to another.This creation takes its seat in the blue sky, or in which sky of the memory of the great mind, I do not know, as if there is an immeasurable sky of emotion. "

"May I ask how old it is?" "Its age is not the time of events, but the time of emotions, so it cannot be calculated with numbers." "You are a creature of two kinds of sky and two times. You are too weird. I can't understand your inner language." "If you don't understand, you don't understand." I was helpless. Russian external language, can you understand correctly? " "Your outer language becomes my inner language, and if you understand it, it means calling it a song is a song, calling it an imagination is an imagination."

The banyan tree stretched all his skills and said to me: "Stop, stop, your thoughts are flying too far, and your arguments are too boundless." I thought he was right, and said: "I came to you for Ning Ji, but because of the hard-to-change bad habits, the work leaked out from between the lips when I kept my mouth shut, just like some people are sleeping and walking." I threw away the paper and pen, and looked straight at him. His shiny green leaves, like the slender fingers of a famous actor, quickly played the strings of light. My heart suddenly asked: .What is the link between what you see and what I think? "

"Shut up!" I snapped, "You are not allowed to ask this or that!" I stared at him intently.Time floats by.How about it.Have you figured it out yet? "The banyan tree finally asked. "Understanding." The day passed quietly. The next day, my heart asked me: "Yesterday, you stared at Zhishu and said that you have realized it. What did you realize?" "The life in my body has become turbid in the chaotic thoughts." I said, "To see the pure face of life, you must face the green grass and the banyan tree." "What did you see?"

"I saw that the primordial life contained pure joy. He very carefully plucked the dross from his green leaves, flowers, fruit, and offered rich colors, fragrances, and nectars. So I looked at the tree and said silently, 'Oh , tree three, the cheers from the first life born on the earth are still rippling in your branches and leaves. The simple smile of the Yuan Dynasty is shining on your leaves. In my body, the past is imprisoned in Huasi The life at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty in the prison of the Yuan Dynasty is extremely active at this moment, you call it, 'Come, walk into the sun, into the soft wind, and bring with me the colored pens of image, the bowl of color, the golden cup of sweet juice .” When my heart sank into the rainbow, I said a little sadly: "You talk about life with eloquence, but why don't you explain the materials I collected in an orderly manner?" "Why do I explain it! They shocked the sky with their own clamor and roar. Their negative orbit complexity and garbage crushed the chest of the earth. I thought about it over and over again, and I don't know when it will be their ultimate. They layer by layer How many layers are piled up, how many dead knots are formed in a group, the answer lies in the leaves of the trees." "Oh—tell me what the answer is!" "Ge Shu said that before there was life, those materials were just a burden, a pile of waste. Due to the touch of life, the materials blended together and presented a complete beauty. You see, that beauty walks in the woods, in Jiang Shu The cool two armies play the flute." The dawn of a distant day. Life is the root of nourishing the faint people.Bao ran to the unknown, the people of the Debontal Plains who knew the world painlessly.There was no sign of weariness or sorrow in him, and his heavy suit was dusty and free of black spots of corrosion. On the morning of the drizzle season, I saw the tireless and magnanimous among the banyan trees.Jiang Wang's life.He waved his branches and said to me: "I salute you!" I said, "Prince, tell me about the fierce battle with the demon of the desert." "The battle went very well, please inspect the battlefield." Looking around, I can see the fragrant grasses in the north, green paddy fields in the east, rows of palm trees on both sides of the embankment in the south, and a dense mix of red pine, coconut trees, muhuya trees, mango trees, black berry trees, and jujube trees in the west. , lush and shading the horizon. "Prince, you have great merit." I admired, "You are a delicate young man, but the devil is always cunning and cruel. You are young and weak, and your quiver is full of short arrows , But the devil is a huge monster, his shield is tough, and his stick is thick. However, I see your control flag flying everywhere, you step on the back of the devil, the rock surrenders to you, and the wind and sand sign the surrender document." He showed surprise: "Where did you see such a moving scene?" I said, "I see your alignment in serene form, your bustle in puffy garments, your victories in suave demeanor. So the monks sit in front of your tree and learn the spells and spells of easy victories." A way of easily reaching an agreement on the distribution of power. You have opened in the woods a school of how life works. So the weary rest in your shade, and the dejected come to you for instruction." Hearing my praise, the life in the banyan tree said happily: "I went to fight against the devil in the desert, and lost contact with my brother. I don't know where he is fighting. Just now you mentioned pass him." "Yes, I call him Mind." "He's more active than he is, he's not happy with anything. Can you tell me what's going on with my restless brother?" "Tell me something," I said, "you fight to live, he fights to get, and in the distance there is a fight to give up. You fight deadness, he fights poverty, and in the distance there is a fight for The battle of savings. The battle is becoming more and more complicated, and those who break into the battle can't find their way out, and the victory or defeat is uncertain. At this time of imitation of fans, your green flag shouts "Victory belongs to life", giving soldiers a sense of Encouragement. The song grows louder, and in the crisis of the music your earthy strings encourage: 'Fear not, be not afraid! I have written the tone of the music - the tune of the primordial life. All madness, In the form of beautiful back-singing, blending in the joyful singing, all the acquisitions and inquiries are like flowers blooming and fruits ripening." ①The plains in Indian mythology.