Chapter 34 The poet Nicodemus, the youngest of the elders of the Sanhedrin

There are many idiots who say that Jesus stood in his own way, against himself; There are indeed many people who come to Uzbekistan who don't know other people's songs except their own. You and I both know: there are those who play with words, and only respect those who play with words more than him; there are those who put their heads in a basket to go to the market, and sell them at the first buyer they see. We have seen Lin Ru swear at the Superman in the sky; we also know what Mei Cao will say about the oak and cedar trees. I pity them for not being able to ascend to the sky.

My poor withered thorns can only envy the elm that is not afraid of the seasons. But poor, even with the regrets of all the angels, still can't bring them light. I know the scarecrow, dead in the rye, dead in the singing wind, though his rags flutter in the rye. I know the wingless spider that weaves a web for all that flies. I know those cunning trumpeters and drummers who, amid the noise they make, cannot hear the song of the lark and the east wind through the woods. I know the man who has crossed all the streams but never found the source; I also know the man who has run down all the rivers but dare not run to the sea.

I know the man who stretches out his clumsy hand to the architect of the temple, and when his clumsy hand is rebuffed, he curses in his dark heart: "I will destroy all buildings." I know all these people.It was they who, hearing Jesus say one day "I bring you peace" and another day "I bring you sword," found an argument against him. How did they understand that Jesus was actually saying, "I have brought peace to the good-hearted, and I have set up the sword among those who want peace and those who want sword." They were surprised by Jesus who said "My kingdom is not on this earth" and "Give back to faith what is lost", but they didn't know that if they really wanted to be free and enter the kingdom they longed for, they should not Gatekeepers who resist to watch over their needs, they should cheerfully give alms in order to enter the city.

"He preached benevolence, kindness and filial piety, yet he ignored his mother and brothers when they sought him out in the streets of Jerusalem," the same people said. They don't know that his mother and brother, out of loving concern, want him back at the carpenter's desk; while he is opening our blindfolds to see the dawn of a new day. His mother and brother wished him to live in the shadow of death, but he would challenge death on a distant mountain to live forever in our sleepless memory. I know those drummers who are aimlessly digging holes in the road, aren't they the ones who accuse Jesus of glorifying himself by saying to everyone: "I am the way and the door to salvation" and even call themselves "life and" resurrection"?

But Jesus was claiming nothing more than what May was claiming in her climax. Shouldn't he have revealed such a devastating truth to the world? He has indeed declared that he is the way, the life, and the resurrection of the soul, and I myself am a proof of his truth. Do you remember that I, Nicodemus, once only believed in laws and orders, and I have always been obedient and obedient? But look, now I am striding with life, laughing with the first smiling sun on the mountains, until the sun sets on the couch behind the mountains. Why do you hesitate before the word "salvation"?It is from him that I have been saved.

I don't care what tomorrow brings, for I know that Jesus stirs up my sleep and makes my distant dreams my companions in my journey. Have I become a lesser man by putting my faith in a greater man? When the bard of Galilee sang to me, the barriers of bone and flesh fell down, and I was held by a spirit, lifted high into the air, and my wings gathered in the air the song of longing. When I came down from the wind, my wings were clipped in the Sanhedrin, but I protected the song with my ribs, those wingless wings.Nothing that is poor in this world can take away my treasure. I've said enough.Let the deaf bury the whispers of life in their deaf ears!I listened to the sound of his qin with contentment, which was the tune played by holding the qin when his hands were nailed to the flesh and bleeding.