Chapter 13 Chapter 06

Chapter 06 Shagou Poetry Grass In Chuan and Xihaigu of Ningxia, the common people have a custom of copying secret books.Several manuscripts, although none of them were printed, are scattered all over the four villages.On weekdays, I went to the temple to pray and work, and I was groping for someone who could read a few Arabic words, so I mustered up the courage to copy the Arabic text.At least I copied the text from Arwen's book—some anonymous authors translated some abbreviated versions at some point, including Guan Liye's book.The common people are very mysterious about these manuscripts, and they are generally unwilling to borrow them from anyone, even if it is Dosdani with the same surname from the same village.The circulation of this manuscript seems to indicate something.

——It’s not about writing about the experience of the soul. It's just a hazy, a kind of consciousness that expresses the soul. I wandered in their customs and stories, and also in this strange literature. I judge and feel. Among the many banknotes, there is a collection of poems, miscellaneous feelings, couplets and prose written by Ma Yuanzhang, the seventh-generation mentor and Grand Master of Shagou. This is the Chinese work most trusted by the Zheherenye people. It has been copied and distributed everywhere. I have seen several copies myself. It was mainly written in Shagou. Shagou's poems - it is not only the poems of Shagou's time, but also the poems of Shagou Muleshid.

When I opened the title page of this collection of poems, I was greeted with an incredible sense of heaviness and overwhelming desolation.I was slowly drawn in. Traveling in the northwest for forty springs, my head is full of pale hair. Thinking back on the great events in the past, I was young and weak and had no knowledge. The women are full of righteous indignation, and the Lord blesses them out of danger... Although the scene of peace is crowned with glory, it is like a mandarin orange in name but without substance. It is a pity that the daily affairs are useless, and the time flies like an arrow.

My teeth are falling out and my waist hurts. I am old, and I am deeply worried that future generations will not be able to continue. I hope that the Lord will follow the holidays and see my ancestors with a complete will... Such a heavy state of mind attracted me to enter.He was right in his judgment, and he was deeply wary of peace.I felt as if I had inadvertently clung to a door and saw a fresh heart hidden in the door. In the middle of the night, I am afraid of the neon cloud falling, how can I atone for the guilt of half my life... It has fallen into the dark world and the mud, and the sin is so deep that it is difficult to pray.

When is the long night, try to look forward to the eyes of the East. Recite sins and self-repentance every day, and beg God to give grace! This kind of seven-character long song is innumerable in Shagou's poetry anthology.He often seems to have moments when he needs to pour out his words.When he confides, he uses seven characters in Chinese, with a hundred rhymes in one breath.He likes to comment on historical events, give pointers to heroes, and quote allusions.However, I stared closely at his desolation: Daoists and friends are both public and private, while the Lord's teachings are revitalized, but I hate not drinking Sanxiang water, and I am deeply moved by Fudeng Zhouwu Mountain.

Thinking is agitated at midnight, worrying day and night, although the body is old and dedicated to farming and fishing, there is often fear but no hope. Longshan is an old hero, how can Dianchi be born with a generation of heroes! Prayer in the morning and evening is unresponsive, the sin is deep and unbearable... His remorse and guilt blew me away.In the poem, he seems to be showing his heart to me, and he seems to be showing me his secrets.No one has ever read this Shagou poem deeply, and the Dosdani are just satisfying their own religious needs.His heart is lonely and helpless, even though Zhehe Renye is already one of the largest sects in China.

Living in darkness, I only ask for forgiveness, Allah grants forgiveness to Dongfang Ming. Moyu changed clothes and returned to the first scene, worship and thank you for your kindness. Sometimes he asked the sky with an angry face, and there were fierce lines in the poem: Eight out of ten young people move, is it possible that the soul is also ignorant? Don't worry about public anger and personal hatred, but why be silent! Longshan ruthlessly aged me, God intended to trap the hero. Since ancient times, there are many heroes, and there is no one who is over sixty years old! ... He walked alone, and the surrounding fields were just sandy loess.He savored it slowly by himself, leaving some short chapters that were vivid in the scene.

Today, I went back to the black cave dwellings and recalled that I came to Shagou in the past. Qian's little donkey was carrying the luggage, and Kaiping, Zha and Li followed. I dare not let people know along the way, but let me know first when I enter the village. I am thirty-nine years old this year, and the hardships I have experienced are difficult to describe. The younger generation refuses to learn from the older generation, desires extravagance and becomes a habitual trick, old age fades away and there is little success, so what if talent is born without talent! In the past, the attendants were all out of the ordinary, but now they travel without any reason.

Looking back at the present and recalling the past, my heart hurts, and tears flow down my face when I see the scene. The muleti he brought out from Yunnan passed away one by one.He lacks not only understanders, but also intimates.Although the imam of Kaiping and Zha and Li loyally guarded him, the people of Zheherenye were not good at communicating with each other. Another example is a Guanchuan poem. After the "Black Cave Dwelling", the poem "Black Cave Dwelling" was still written in the prime of life.However, as an old man, he did not gain peace because of time, and as a man in his prime, he did not feel complacent and ambitious because of the long days to come—sadness and uneasiness enveloped his poems forever.This poetic quality makes me ponder:

Guan Chuan got up and Ge Jiacha was disturbed and restless. Meng recalled the place where the dust had passed, and witnessed the heartache and tears. Looking back on the martyrdom in the past, I am here today with glory! Ancestors accumulate virtue and future generations enjoy it, wealth and honor do not forget difficult times. In the past few years, my aspirations have not been developed, and I pray for the Lord's holiday to satisfy my heart. The longest poem was written to his close friend and student, the famous Yunnan Muleti Lao He.This is an elegy, delicate and euphemistic. When "Eighteen Birds Leaved Yunnan", one of the five people who followed him escaped from Donggou died.It has been fifty-three years since Mr. He followed him.This time, He Ye fell off his horse and was injured in the Guanchuan Taoist Hall. First aid was ineffective, and he suddenly became impermanent—and his own mount "Da Qing" just died a few days ago.Extreme grief, desperate premonition, and deep guilt tormented Ma Yuanzhang, the mentor who was still lurking at the time.

He held a grand funeral for Mr. Ho.First to Xiji Beach, and then buried in Shagou Cemetery.Mullah Shah himself stood there (funeral) for this disciple who risked his life for Zhehe Renye and worked all his life.The sons of the tutor Muleshid wore filial piety for Mr. He, and the tutor himself declared Mr. He as his adopted son.From then on, He Ye's family was surnamed Ma, and they were named after ranking with other scholars.But—tragedies are unstoppable, and loyal and brave men are gradually becoming scarce.Ma Yuanzhang himself can arrange a solemn funeral, but he cannot make up for his unspeakable regret and heartbreak. One of the five people who died has died, and the memory of the lack of food is still chilling. He sacrificed his life to defend the Jedi, and the Lord opened a path to come back to life. Walk away from the tiger's mouth in micro-clothes, and come to find Yu after hearing the letter. Followed by fifty three years old, hard work has strengthened his will, he will never return to uprightness, and forgetting selfishness for the public is a long-standing practice. On the 11th day of the twelfth lunar month, the loyalty ceremony was completed. On the 12th, the servants went out together. On the 13th, they suddenly fell off their horses and rested in Ma Township, Guanchuan. , Miserable eyes sad tears trickling down my cheeks! I quickly sent someone to carry it back to the house, and stopped in the north wing of Xiji. I was entangled by people along the way, and I didn't return home until midnight. When I entered the door, I couldn't help crying. Half a life of hard work has not yet been rewarded, so why do you suffer from unexpected disasters? Alas, you died with Yu, fortunately, you died with Yumu! In the past few years, it is not a young life, and Su Zhi is unrewarded. Die before leaving the army, often makes the hero burst into tears. Horse leather shrouds Fu Bozhi, and the star prays for longevity and loyalty. On the 16th, the mourners gathered together, three imams washed your body, and the three generations of the family buried you. Those who stood at the door of the kiln in the Taoist hall accepted it. One of the front teeth was shaken for half a year. It fell into your mouth on the eve of your death. I thought this was your part. Time to put it on the top of your door. Because I have no time to send you off in person, and it is hard to say goodbye to you forever, Brother Renwu Kuiheng sent you to Shagou in plain clothes. The day before your death, Daqing died, what a failure of heaven! They are all deeply pre-determined.Everything is a mysterious alien world that cannot be exhausted. Decades ago, someone copied his last poems respectfully—that person once planned to collect them all, and for this purpose, he begged his grandson, Ma Guorui, a famous hero in Northwest China, to assist him.The common people are used to keeping secrets, and they are unwilling to reveal their secret books to others. That person left quietly, and later printed only one page and distributed it to friends in all directions.The "Shagou Poems and Grass", which should have been compiled and printed by that person fifty years ago, is still circulated in rural areas in the form of hand-copied. Decades later, fifty years to be precise, I came to Chuan and Xihaigu in Ningxia.I don't know why I also raised the same idea.The people are still keeping secrets, and still guarding the manuscript and refusing to show it to others.I also feel powerless to print, and I can only print a few pages here.Perhaps including my hard work, it can only be a copy, silently circulated among a few friends who are like each other. Opportunities may have been missed at the outset.No one can see the end before their eyes.Eternal is only you and my transparent mind. Chapter 07 Who laid down the air that fills the four poles, smellless and colorless, and let it carry impermanence? Full of blockage, want to complain speechless, want to cry but dare not, where is the boundary of impermanence?What is the shape of impermanence?Is impermanence just death and death?Is impermanence just fate? Just because we are driven into a dead end, just because we are driven into a desperate situation, just because we can only build a cellar filled with muddy ice and pile up snow for a year, and we have no energy to read and understand ——So you can only use the word impermanence, and you will never know the reason? The emperor and the executioner, when he was raised by his father and his mother, didn't he also have only a stream of sperm?When he was playing around without wearing pants, did he already have a black heart? When disaster strikes, how can we stop it? Grandpa, Grandpa, and baby are old, and now it is the baby’s own family. For several lifetimes, people have raised Shexid’s prayers and slept on Gongbei Mountain wearing blood clothes—how pious can they be? There was not a single raindrop in spring, and the wheat harvest was destroyed by a hailstorm.Heaven is only the garden of the Almighty Lord, why not tame this cruel sky? Did you hear that, Kerr is what we've been thinking of for generations! Do you want to accept it? Thousands of us kneel in the flood water and hold up our two palms with shattered cocoons, begging for wow! We are guilty.We can never get close. But our Muleshids—they carried their heads, carried their broken bodies, discarded the unique parts of men, scattered their wives and small hometowns, walked through the black prison and the fire of the world, have they not already interceded for us Is it?Why only impermanence? Where is the boundary of pain? Where are the rewards of loyalty, righteousness, persistence, and faith? In what year will the Son of the Lamb, who redeemed the Son of the Holy Ibrahim, appear for us?Is it true that Zheherenye is only destined to be that lamb, and is it that the prince who committed crimes is the lucky Ismael? What is the ultimate for believers? No reply. But we are still honest, and we prove our integrity with sacrifice. Amina... ※※※In the eighth year of the Republic of China, the fact that Ma Yuanzhang, the grandfather of Shagou, entered Lanzhou was the conclusion of his perception of his career and life.He decisively marched towards Lanzhou, making Zhehe Renye leap to become the most powerful sect in China. In the following year, 1920, the ninth year of the Republic of China, the terrible Haiyuan earthquake occurred.Shagou Master Ma Yuanzhang is not in the city of Lanzhou, but in the depths of old Sophie’s barren hills—Xijitan cave dwelling in the heart of Xihaigu. In the praise of faith, he was submerged by the sudden collapse of the Loess Plateau. He was sixty-eight years old. Later, I learned that this earthquake was rare even in the history of earthquakes in the world. It was called the Haiyuan Earthquake in history, with an epicentral intensity of 12 degrees and a magnitude of 8.5! The extreme earthquake area stretched from Guyuan Prefecture in the east to Jingtai, Gansu in the west, and completely wiped out the barren Xihaigu, covering an area of ​​more than 20,000 square kilometers.During the earthquake, electric lights in Beijing shook, clocks stopped in Shanghai, passenger ships in Shantou swayed, and pieces of mud fell from walls in Guangzhou.The tremor was felt as far as Haiphong, Vietnam. There was no warning of the earthquake, and the aftershocks lasted for three years.In this incredible disaster, a total of 230,000 people died.The Great Wall near the Mongolian desert to the north of Yinchuan was cut off by the earthquake, and the landform of the Loess Plateau was completely changed. Jekhrenye's Dosdani in Xihaigu Parish and their mud hut for shelter from the wind and rain were once again destroyed by this great earthquake.The bright future and fantasy symbolized by Zhe Herenye who just entered Lanzhou from Shagou Grandpa were completely shattered, and he was beaten back to his hometown and returned to his roots. An old imam recalled: "Hufutan just finished the ceremony, and the mullah was reading "Muhammas". When I exited the Taoist kiln, I suddenly felt that the night was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. The north wind was blowing, and I shivered all over my body. Walking to the front yard, I suddenly heard three loud bangs from the west, the ground shook, and all the houses collapsed amidst the noise. I hurried to the Daotang Kiln. When I ran, I saw that the Daotang Kiln had disappeared, only the Everyone found that the mullah hadn’t come out of the Daotang kiln. I started to plan. At that time, no one knew where the mullah was crushed. An imam who was caught in the clods and was not broken shouted: “Pull here. The grandpa is here! Later, the mullah was dug out, but he has already died." Imam Ma, the old man in Gongbei, Lanzhou, recalled: "The next day I went to Shagou to see off my grandpa. The ice melted and the river was flooded. I couldn't make it through, so I crossed over the ice until the next morning. When I got home, I saw that Dosdani was still digging people.I saw Master Guorui walking forward with a stick of incense in his hand. When I went to the grave, I saw men and women, old and young dead, parked on both sides of the road.At that time, Shagou Gongbei had welcomed the grandfather.When I got close to the grave of Grandpa Guizhen, I didn't even have the strength to go up to him and say sex to him.I could only kneel beside him, how can I express the sorrow and pain at that time!That day, Dosdani lost his mind and didn't know what to do. Everyone just cried bitterly.It was still shaking all around, and all the houses were shaken flat. " The Haiyuan Earthquake in 1920 wiped out the vanity, achievements and extravagance of Zhehe Renye and even Chinese Muslims, making them return to their essence—the religion of the poor. Grand Master Ma Yuanzhang of Shagou, styled Guanglie, named Muhammad Nur, and Taoist name Sundigra (a person loyal to Allah), died in the Xijitan Taoist Church on the seventh night of the eleventh month of the lunar calendar in 1920,——now Xijitan Zheheren Yemanla School.After his death, he was first sent to Gongbei in Shagou, and then moved to Xuanhuagang in Zhangjiachuan.The catastrophe that his remains endured will not be described in this book.Because any generation of Muleshid in Zhehe Renye not only has to sacrifice his life for the sect, but also has to sacrifice his bones all the time-this point has been repeatedly proved by the previous generations. After he completed the great cause of "entering Lanzhou", he rushed back to Shagou and the remote hinterland of the poor village of Xihaigu without stopping. From the eighth day of April last year, he went to Lanzhou, spent a hundred days in Lanzhou, and then went to Guanchuan, all the way to Ermai, until he entered his hometown Xihaigu. His Muleti and great imam Sima Ying Abdul Shukur narrated: I spent my whole life, with the homework of faith, and with Arabic characters, to write "Lanzhou Biography". ... On September 2nd (the eighth year of the Republic of China), the grandfather got up from Lanzhou, and the farewell crowd was crowded, and the farewell was thirty miles away.In three days, he arrived in Mapo, where his ancestors' tombs were located. On horseback, he read thirty copies of the Koran.The Taoist of Xinglong Mountain knelt down to welcome the grandfather.I went to Xiaoma's house again; the grandfather pointed out: this village is Xiaoma's family, that village is Dama's family, the Taoist ancestor lived here, and Dosdani lived there, and told the story of the difficult migration in Jin County.On the fourth day, we stayed in Guanying in Ganermai, on the fifth day we went to Gumajing, and then we arrived at Momi Bay in Guanchuan, where we respectfully entered the old kiln where the Taoist ancestors sat quietly and did kung fu.In Ganermai, Ma Zhengxin brought sweet water for his party from eighty miles away, but there was only bitter water in the Guanchuan area.In Guanchuan on the 6th, I rode a black horse and passed the cemetery of Dosdani who was murdered in 46 years.There are eleven cemeteries in total.On the 7th, I recited 30 copies of the Quran next to Gongbei in Guanchuan.On September 10th, I left Tie Hulu Zhuangzi and visited the graves of the former victims on the top of the mountain.On the 11th, Ge's Chezhuang, entered Huining City on September 12th.Later, I rode the black horse, crossed Luchagou, arrived at Heiyaochuan, and arrived at Daping on the 18th.On the 20th, head to Xiji Beach.After walking eighty miles, I arrived at home.Dosdani surrounded him like a baby to its nursing mother.On the 25th, he arrived at Shagou Cemetery, reciting the Koran along the way... Copying such a schedule may be redundant.In fact, I also abridged the daily and evening religious homework records of the imams in the West Horse Camp.I copied the schedule of Ma Yuanzhang's entry and exit from Lanzhou and back to Shagou twice a day because I felt that he was rushing to his destination.This destination is symbolized by the earthquake - oppression and extreme poverty are the negation of official courtesies and well-dressed Lanzhou. The Dosdani were sure of it: He knew the day of his death. I should also say: at least he had a presentiment of death. Sincerity pushes the limits, and inspiration—not just that of a writer, but that of a person—will emerge.Myself, and every Jekhinya I know, has experienced it. Then, both history and meaning have the possibility of reappearing. I miss him. Carrying pure water on his body every day, always uttering his love for the Lord, avoiding the city, walking into the barren hills, turning history into emotion, making the lowly and poor noble and self-respecting—then he left.He hurried all the way to his end. I miss him. ※※※After Ma Yuanzhang, the great master of Shagou, passed away, the teaching affairs of Zheherenye were mainly presided over by his fourth son Ma Zhenwu.In addition, after the death of the second grandfather Ma Jinxi of the Banqiao School, the tenth son Ma Tengai was revered as Muleshid.In Shagou and Banqiao departments, there are still some divisions of educational affairs, so I won’t go into details one by one here. The twentieth century is coming to an end. Vientiane shows a tendency to seem to have a big ending and a big beginning, a big life and death and a big choice.Zhehe Renye has been in urgent need of progress and conclusion, so I wrote this book. Due to various considerations, this sand ditch story or spiritual story, decided to stop writing only here.Literature is not complete.For example, Guan Liye, Felt Lord, and Mansour did not use more ink and brush to modern times.Not finished.Lu Xun only wrote prose and short stories, and did not start his concluding work at all. The time of Ma Yuanzhang, the grandfather of Shagou, is over, but the modern age has just begun.I may still have the energy to write it down, but maybe my pre-order is only half of it. The manlas of Zheherenye are studying hard to prepare.I pinned my hopes on them, and all indications were that they had a greater mission to bear.them, or their juniors. I just want to say——readers, I never intended to use these words to force you to accept Zheherenye; I just hope you believe my words: In China, for a heart to have the freedom of belief, Zheherenye Unimaginable sacrifices were made.You once believed in the words I wrote when I was alone, please believe in the words I created when I stood among hundreds of thousands of people.