Chapter 48 Contradictions (Part 3)

Looking up at the end of the universe, what if you don't feel happy. I once watched a desert documentary. On the deserted moraine, because of an occasional rain, wild flowers bloomed all over the place. In the illusion, I could almost hear a bang, and all the colors rushed to the ground in an instant, like what Thousands of warriors ambushed in the trenches came in a surprise attack. That romance was really amazing. At that time, you will be shocked to realize that color also has desire, character, and even language and cheers! And my own life, isn't it too late to spit out the beauty?When I think about it carefully, how can I not feel great gratitude and great joy, even when I am angry and angry, I am still congratulating myself when I ask myself, all troubles come from me, from the flesh, but this This "I" and this "flesh body" are not easy to come by!It is the mountain spirit and water monster in the myth, the peach willow, the fish and the snake, who have been practicing for thousands of years!Even if you want to become a god, you must first become a human being! The most touching part of Jesus in the "New Testament" is that he broke out of his body and turned into a human body, just like a father leaning over a pile of sand, with a dark face, going to have a house wine with his children.

Obtaining such a body is what all animals, plants, and minerals look up to, and the gods in the sky bow down to it. How can one not be overjoyed to get such a body that is as clear and refreshing as the dawn? Shakespeare has a passage on love in : You have to think like this: "It is good to ask for love, but if you don't ask for it, it will be given to you, which is even more precious." If we talk about life in this way, it is also very applicable. This breath and lifeline are the blessings we receive without asking for it, and this set of bones and tendons is the harvest without hard work.As for the bright eyes that can distinguish clouds and stars, the sharp ears that can hear the rain and the wind, and the wisdom that can sense the spring and autumn, which one is not like the hanging pine on the cliff or the orchid in the wild valley? Beautiful without hesitation.

All of this has been accomplished in our ignorance, how can we not be moved and admired wholeheartedly! The body has its pains, it can be hungry—but hunger is also good, without hunger, babies will die, adults will fade away, and the joy of feasting will also be lost. Flesh wears out—but what wonderland is softer than dreamland.There, all the fatigue can be rested, all the troubles are temporarily relieved, the old man regains his youthful appearance, the weak man regains his health and strength, and the humble and frustrated characters finally have a world where they can hold their heads high. Difficulty is also a design that can be praised, and a plan that can be celebrated.

The body will die, today's pink powder is tomorrow's skull, and the talent and wisdom in the brain at this moment are nothing but the feast of ants in another year.However, this life is still fortunate.I am willing to be a withered tree in winter, as long as the early spring is like poetry and wine, I swear that I will smile when it turns into dust, dust, and smoke, because if I live, it is a victory, Qualified to cheer. At the crest of life's high tide, enjoy it.In the troughs of life's low tides, bear with it.Enjoying life makes me feel lucky, and enduring it makes me understand my own resilience, both of which give me joy.

Forgive me if I irritate you by insisting that life is a great ecstasy, I can't help it! The reason why there is great compassion in life is parting. In fact, in all phenomena of the universe, we do not know what is called "Bie", and "Bie" is born because of people's troubles.Between Ping and Ping, there is really no gathering and parting, and there is no separation and reunion between clouds.Therefore, there is parting because of human affection, nostalgia, and unreasonable dependence. Buddhists talk about the suffering of life, and they like to talk about "resentment and hate" and "love and separation". In fact, the latter should be the most sad one, right?If the loved ones can depend on each other, then all hateful and resentful people can be forgiven.As far as I am among all beings, if I can always drink a cup of tea and share a lamp with the one I love, I will know that the little girl is at the piano, the eldest son is in front of the computer, and there are parents at the other end of the phone. On the other side of the Christmas card are my younger brothers and sisters, in this town or that, on the hills, on the waters, in ordinary apartments, my dear friends, as long as they don't abandon me, I will I will endure the unbearable without limit, I will forgive all hateful and resentful people, and I will have an infinitely broad heart.

However, the so-called "meeting of resentment" and "parting of love" can actually refer to the environment and situation outside of interpersonal relationships, right?The dense black hair that was once close to you will abandon you one day, but the white hair or baldness you hate will come to meet your old head!The rose on the cheek of your beloved, the black crystal in the eye, will eventually materialize, and we will be forced to wear that detestable uniform that hangs out of style-I mean the slumped skin.And look at this deformed world with a pair of hazy presbyopic eyes.To bid farewell to the dexterous and intelligent hands that have accomplished many creations, and to accept the trembling and disobedient fingers, isn't the whole process of growing old just to bid farewell to the self that I once admired with surprise and admiration?Isn't it just forcing you to accept a strange and resentful impression in the mirror that is incompatible with me?

What is especially sad is that the Ao Xiao in the blood, the agility in the brain, and the feeling in the bottom of the heart are farewell to the beloved Ao Xiao, but they are reunited with the dullness, numbness, and slowness that I hate.This kind of unwilling parting and helpless reunion is probably no less than the entanglement of resentful spouses and the distance of lovers. This is the kind of true sorrow in the world, right? Death is another kind of farewell, not just farewell to the eyes that have been in love with this world, the shoulders that have been leaning on each other, the baby cheeks that have been caressed - death has to say farewell to more and more, from now on, my insignificant right The perceptions of life don’t count, who will care about the shock and excitement caused by your first babbling and uttering a complete sentence, and who will care about your secret joy on the eve of your first date? Who has the patience to remember the relationship between an old man and a dog before he died?Everyone's own earth-shattering inner turmoil, in the eyes of later generations, is nothing but a whirling bubble.It is not easy for the living to remember their trivial matters, but who would pay attention to the joys and sorrows of the dead?Death is a complete farewell, with people and things, with the closest and deepest memories in the body.Although the religious world does not care about eternal life and the afterlife, after all, everything has come to an end. In folk belief, the afterlife must first cross the river of forgetfulness, and everything will come to an end.The heaven of Christianity is a place where there are no tears—but although the tears are bitter, I cannot bear to part with the memories that belong to the tears!The sharp pain in my life, the most silent desolation, the craziest anger, I can't bear to forget any of them!In addition, the courageous and unrepentant affection, the knowledge of picking gold from the sand, and the sudden enlightenment that I once had, of course, I can't bear to let go!An egret will not predict its own destiny, will not have self-injury in the evening, and will not regret that the fish-catching ability it has realized will disappear with itself. Creatures suffering from "love and parting", only because we have a clear perception of love and hate, we have this vivid clarity.

The great compassion of life lies in the pain of parting, and the pain of parting is due to knowledge, but it is impossible for all living beings to abandon the sage and wisdom. Before saying goodbye to the colored pen, Jiang Yan once wrote: Farewell, that's all." Once Caibi Qisi is reclaimed, don't you need to be ecstasy?I would rather have such great sadness in my chest. Once even the excitement of grief subsides and disappears, wouldn't it be another kind of sorrow that is particularly poignant?