Chapter 5 cold

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, Thousands of people disappeared. The Lonely Boat and Cape Weng, Fishing alone in the cold river and snow. I often think, are mountains more profound than water?Or is it that the water is wider than the mountains? Which of the ancients who visited the rivers and mountains said, "The benevolent enjoys the mountains, and the wise enjoys the water" after wearing straw sandals?It has become the motto of those who climbed the mountains and rivers throughout the ages. The benevolence of the mountain lies in accommodating towering ancient trees, and also embraces any grass that is willing to be benevolent; it allows wolves howling in the middle of the night and tigers howling in holes, and is willing to open branches and leaves to entertain wandering cicadas and lost birds.The mountains are willing to hug each other and let the rainwater pour into the lake, and they are also willing to split their bodies to make the waterfall make a sound.The mountain is exposed under the sky, despite the thunder and rain; it also resists the fire that comes from nowhere in the dry season.The mountain is still silent, like a benevolent man closing his eyes and meditating in a world where hope and disillusion coexist.

How the flow of water is like the path of wisdom.Water never misses the past, flow is its only destiny.The water may swirl around the reef, thinking about how to get around it, gently sublating the stubborn rocks on the river course, neither arguing nor reconciling, just sending a moss to teach them the meaning of water.As for the willow catkins falling on the surface of the water, the water is willing to carry them and be their feet, but it teaches them in the process that those who leave their hometowns to seek a wider world must always be lonely. On the way, they generously took in their rotting body skins.Even the sky and clouds.Nor can it settle into limbs of water.A wise man should not be indulged, and should not collect too many things outside his body.The water plants are constantly ostentatious, and the fish schools are willing to reproduce to enrich the water of Cangguo, but the water is the water, and the flow is the only destiny, pure destiny.

Water is better than mountains and understands the principle of adapting to the situation. Torrential rain will only enrich its strength. As for fire, there has never been a fire on the water.Water is just itself, and Yu Jiang and Wan Chuan have the same destiny, rushing towards the ocean of truth, in order to respond to the call of a wider ocean; in order to seek deeper wisdom. The peaches and plums on both sides of the strait are maids weeping; the fish swimming in the middle of the river are just a group of boys trying to hold the sleeves of the water, and the water answers them, this farewell is forever.

The dialogue between mountains and water echoes between heaven and earth.When the mountain greets with bell-shaped greenery, the water responds with piccolo.Like two old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time but have never forgotten each other, answering along the way. "Why are you always on the road? Isn't ten thousand hectares of land worth your sacrifice? Isn't a pond of fish fat worth your breeding? You keep saying that you want to meet the ocean? If thousands of rivers and rivers don't converge into the sea, wouldn't the creatures in this world have a wider world? land, to hoe their homes and grow their millet?" Shan asked.

"How can I fulfill the short-lived glory? If thousands of rivers and rivers indulge in small houses and slowly exhaust their blood in the grass, trees and fish food, who will complete the sea? Who will show the living beings that this land of flowers and forests There is an unconquerable ocean, like the key to prosperity in the hand, which cannot open the glazed door of eternal life. How much I wish the smile would stay on the faces of the people forever, but I prefer the ocean to enlighten them about the elusive and unguessable mysteries of life) Disillusionment is the only thing that can wash off the grease on their faces and teach them to be a humble person and a silent person!" Shui replied.

"Then, I am the opposite of you. You and I both know the shortness of life. I am worried that the howling waves will sweep everything and swallow up the only joy in the short life. Therefore, I am willing to stay here forever, at least There is a high mountain in this world that cannot be chased by raging waves. They can take their wives and children to my arms to hide; I prepare firewood, vegetables and fruits in advance, and let them make a fire to raise smoke. All suffering people can come when they see the smoke. share food. If you insist on frightening them with death, I will also insist on

Green shade, let them start a family and reproduce here, connect life with life, artificial human beings, and always resist your sneak attack!" "How can you resist the boundless sea? If there is another group of foolish old men who would like their children and grandchildren to hoe and move mountains, they will use you to fill up the ocean. Even if you suppress the sea, your original position will also become the sea. In this world, there are as many mountains of prosperity as there are seas of disillusionment; as much love for life, there is as much fear of death. Are you and I enemies? We move and stay still, one is real and the other is empty, just for the sake of Waiting for someone who really knows us, he stands on the top of you and recites the ballad of water, he sits on the bank of my river and reads the reflection of the mountain silently. He can listen to me from your passion and interpret you from my ruthlessness !"

The mountain still sits cross-legged, for the baby to hug; the water still rushes, for the disillusionment: the benevolent man uses his body as mud to plant hope; the wise man just observes coldly.When death strikes the living.The body is returned to the mountain, but the human tears at the bottom of the eyes belong to the water. The dialogue between mountains and rivers was silent in the frozen winter.But there was an old man wearing a coir raincoat and wearing a hat, who went into the forest, chopped off the branches and leaves, and shook off a tree of snowflakes.He cut it into a fishing rod, used it as a stick, and stepped on the silver snow path to the riverside.Thin ice floats on the surface of the river, like a river of frozen language. "

The fisherman throws a thin pole towards the boundless river, in the dark ice and snow, at every moment, he just greets the singing voice of the water with the orchestra of the mountain just to say hello.