Chapter 27 Six self-salvation

Only when people end their loneliness can they regain the noise; only when they have passed their sorrows can they see joy again; if they have tasted all the bitterness, they will naturally return to sweetness.Believe these, you can face the chasms of life more calmly, and go through the wind and frost of the four seasons.The speaker is free, but life is a long process after all, every inch of time must be experienced by oneself, and every cup of rain and dew must be tasted by oneself. When you are proud, time always flies by, as if you haven't enjoyed it, the beauty has disappeared without a trace.When you are frustrated, you feel that the passing years are slow, and the distance between autumn and spring is so far away.Presumably, people only have the opportunity to count the days on their fingers when they are idle.

But in life, you should know how to have shades. When you cherish the time, don't forget that time is sometimes used for luxury.Sometimes, a day of sitting alone is more rewarding than a busy day. A person's life is constantly meeting and parting. Every day, the passers-by who rub shoulders with you are meeting for the first time and also saying goodbye. Maybe one day they will meet again, but no one can recognize whose back.So sometimes, we don't have to worry too much about a stranger, we must know that every turn is a farewell.We are all passing through each other's horizons, and if we consume our fate in advance, there will be no time to come back.

Lin Huiyin fell ill in a small town in southern Sichuan, and could not travel around the world as before, and naturally there were many fewer passers-by in his life.The days of being sick in bed are less cumbersome and more lonely.This simple town has simple folk customs, but it does not have the elegance of the villas in Xiangshan back then.Here, Lin Huiyin doesn't have many friends, and spends his ordinary days alone in the hut with a few idle books to pass the time. Unlike back then when Xiangshan was always full of guests, celebrities and literary friends continued to visit even during recuperation.

Lin Huiyin was originally a woman who loved life. She liked to live surrounded by people, and she was unwilling to stay in a small space and admire herself alone.She loves mountain plants and natural beauty, and is more willing to share that natural elegance with her close friends.What Lin Huiyin misses the most is that Xu Zhimo was the person who often accompanied her when Xiangshan was recuperating.Those times of heart-to-heart conversation could never be found again, so Lin Huiyin was afraid of getting sick. Being sick is not only a physical pain, but also a torture of the soul. Twelve hours today,

It's my twelve guests. The first came and went, Finally, the sunset dragged its shadow and left! I have no time to question my own breast, Twilight crept in, sneaking in curiously! I said: friend, I won't tell you this time, every time I say it, it hurts my pride. The dusk was gloomy and walked away without a word. Alone and silent, I throw myself into the arms of the night. It was a lonely spring, and Lin Huiyin, who was ill, expressed her melancholy and unspeakable mood in her unique and beautiful words.Many people can't put it down after reading this little poem. It's not a gorgeous poem, but it expresses the frivolity of time and the helplessness of life.If it were not for illness, Lin Huiyin would not be able to have such patience to be with time, watching them come and go like guests.After a long time, there is no novelty to speak of, it is nothing more than these, whether it is wasted or cherished, it is a kind of meaning and the same color.

During the sick days in Lizhuang Town, southern Sichuan, Lin Huiyin did not allow himself to be completely idle.In 1942, Liang Sicheng accepted the commission to compile "History of Chinese Architecture".Lin Huiyin couldn't hold back anymore, and read the Twenty-Four Histories due to illness to prepare enough materials for writing "History of Chinese Architecture", and wrote the seventh chapter of the book, the Five Dynasties, Song, Liao, and Jin parts, and undertook all the manuscripts review and supplementary work.It is precisely because she worked so hard all night and exhausted her physical strength again that her condition has not improved.But no one can dissuade Lin Huiyin's enthusiasm for work. This proud and strong woman has always only listened to her own heart.

The busy work made Lin Huiyin's condition worsen again. She was mostly bedridden in the following days. Except for reading historical materials occasionally, the rest of the time was spent in meditation or lying down.Presumably Liang Sicheng, who is busy with work, doesn't have much time to accompany her, and Jin Yuelin, who has been her neighbor for many years, should find time to relieve her boredom.In the past, when I heard that Jin Yuelin had been following Lin Huiyin, I only felt that 116 should be in a stable courtyard somewhere in Beijing.But now we know that Lin Huiyin's life was not stable, she wandered around and never had a long-term home. Could it be that Jin Yuelin also traveled to various cities, small towns, and rural villages for her?

If it is true, this kind of staying together without promises is really touching.What kind of woman can make a man pay so much for her without any regrets, and endure the loneliness for several years.Maybe Jin Yuelin never feels lonely, because as long as he can guard Lin Huiyin, breathe under the same sky with her, see her smile occasionally, and even serve her medicine and water, it is a kind of happiness.A person immersed in happiness is too late to be satisfied, so how can he be lonely?Even if not, this man will appear by her side when she needs it, so that she can find him at any time.

Sometimes, loving someone deeply can love you so much that you don't want yourself, love so much that you give up everything.When no reason can be found, all the selfless sacrifices in this life are due to the debts in the previous life, otherwise no one can explain the cause and effect.If it is said that there is a destiny, we should join hands to spend time together, but we are born with those shortcomings, which make many efforts fruitless in the end. I imagine that I am softly talking to myself: What is it like outside the village in November? It is the indifferent sky beside the boundless river;

It is the reddish leaves scattered through the fog; Is it nostalgia, the unspeakable loneliness; or this mountain road that turns back and forth alone? Is it because the village is lost, with traces of green smoke coming out; is it the one hundred and seventeen thatched houses surrounded by white sand and bamboo? It is the sound of dry wood crackling in the stove fire, Is it the singing of boys necking in the deciduous forest? It was the old farmer who followed the oxen and went far away, Or the scattered cattle and sheep grazing on the side of the slope? What makes the heart of this November,

Whose disease is the soul of November? The mountain col made me stand on a loess wall; the sun shines through the clouds and haze in the afternoon! A wild vine stumbled over a corner of an old wall, squinting Two gates erected with bluestones fell by the side of the road Wherever I sit, I go away again, My heart beats the same; before my heart Although disturbed, always like many clouds around, But in a lonely bay of paddy fields, these deserted graves, They'll never tell who's in charge of it all I folded a stalk and watched the longest shadow of the afternoon in the afternoon, waiting for the answer of November to blow in the breeze. This is Lin Huiyin's posture when he is ill. It seems to describe the simple tranquility of the simple countryside, but after all, he still feels the bleakness and coolness of early winter.She didn't use heavy ink and color, but only used a few light strokes to outline this idyllic village in November, but the image was extremely vivid.November's heart is a little thin, who is the soul of November's disease? She captures readers' souls with wordless sentimentality.And we will be infected by her green smoke, bamboo huts, and scattered cattle and sheep, making people want to arrive at these 118 quiet places, this small village in November.Also in this season, Lin Huiyin also wrote a long poem "Crying for the Third Brother Heng".Three years ago, her third younger brother Heng died in the Anti-Japanese War, but she has long been used to waiting for the dawn in the dark. I think this is what makes Lin Huiyin different from other talented women. No matter when and where, she will not use a lot of sad words to exaggerate her state of mind.She is proud but not lonely, she is fresh but not cold, she is quiet but not indifferent.Whether it is Lin Huiyin in life or Lin Huiyin in poetry, they are all so lovable.We don't need any precautions, we can walk into her world safely, because we don't have to worry about finding a way out at any time.She is neither a poisonous wine that can kill people to death, nor an extremely gorgeous peony. She is just a cup of light and durable tea, an elegant and pure lotus flower. Lin Huiyin knew that all the pain had to be borne by herself, and she had no reason to impose her pain on anyone, so even though she had been bedridden for four years, her writing was neither sad nor weeping, and her life was not disturbed.This is a woman worthy of the admiration of the world. Maybe she can't conquer fate, but she can control her emotions and her heart.She is a woman who is greedy for fireworks on the shore, and she will not let herself sail against the current. If she accidentally drowns, she will redeem herself with the most beautiful posture.