The course of life along the way has been ups and downs, and the bumps along the way are still in sight. I have had attitudes towards life such as confrontation, reconciliation and compromise. I wonder if the sum of these life stages is wonderful.
Loneliness, like lust, lust, jealousy and vanity, is a derogatory conclusion. Few people will admit it frankly, as if it were a passive failure, but it is dormant in my life and enjoys life with me everywhere.
Ordinary life, boring and repetitive work, familiar people and things, day after day, chickens fly and dogs jump at sixes and sevens, the amount of friction. Loneliness often knocks on your heart in an anxious way, adding a layer of trouble to your life and making you escape.
In the final analysis, it is a kind of mental stress. No matter how rich your material life is, its existence will make you doubt your life.
This is not the life I want.
This is not who I really am.
So we began to travel, work hard and pray for Buddha.
In recent years, more and more people cross the Sichuan-Tibet line on foot, walk along the beach next door, climb Mingsha Mountain, touch the beacon tower, ride Yanmenguan, stay away from the crowds, go to desolate places, go to places where life has not reached, see those wild flowers, listen to the wind in the valley and watch the idle clouds and flowing water.
In Ordinary World, Sun Shaoping, a rural youth who graduated from high school, has no way out, no job, confused fate and painful thoughts. However, I didn't accept my brother Sun Shaoan's ready-made high-income brick kiln job. After learning from these mistakes, I resolutely took up my luggage and went to Huangyuan to be a miner, carrying stones, facing the face of underground coal mining and disfigurement, and walked all the way on the thorny road in an unpredictable working environment, with painful changes.
Li Shutong, the master of Hongyi who wrote this poem, is a rich second generation master, a romantic genius, a musician, an art educator, a calligrapher, a drama activist and a pioneer of China drama. At the age of thirteen, I wrote, "Life is like the Western Hills, and wealth is like frost on grass". All the way forward, finally converted to Buddhism and completed nirvana.
These turbulent lives, whether suffering or banishing the sunset, are all looking for themselves in the spiritual world.
Life is lonely if you can't find yourself.
I was trapped by life, I couldn't walk far, and I didn't put everything down to meditate. I can only turn myself into a fish, swim in the world of books, talk to those writers in ancient and modern times, pry open the light of their world, shine into my life, shine into my lost soul and find myself. Here I can travel freely and have a panoramic view. Emperors and heroes, businessmen and ordinary people can be ignored, and nothing can deceive the public. All I have to do is move my fingers and I can enter the Millennium world thousands of miles away.
This one is static and the other one is dynamic.
Put on your clothes, tie your shoelaces, listen to the wind whizzing by your ears, follow the road caused by your eyes, face the sunrise, take the sunset glow and moonlight, measure the land under your feet with your footsteps, meet with you by running, purify your soul with sweat and find yourself again. Echoing mountain streams, quiet fragrant flowers, dark willow branches and bright wild paths are constantly retreating head-on, and the blood in the body is boiling and rushing.
I spent years moving and being quiet.
Even so, I often feel lonely.
With the thickening of soul and body, loneliness will not retreat, but people will become more firm, more stable and comfortable in the face of its invasion.
Stay alone for a long time, and you will find.
The other side of loneliness is pain, and pain is the root of creation. It is precisely because people have experienced pain that they have deeply tasted the taste of life, grasped their talents in the dull life, spread the poems of the ages, and implemented the classics of ancient and modern times. Nothing can be done overnight.
Scholars who were demoted or depressed in ancient times often felt lonely, so they had to send their feelings to the mountains and rivers and indulge in wine for fun. The original ordinary mountains and rivers have become rich and legendary in frustration.
Today, I went to see Yumenguan's "Advise you to have a glass of wine out of Yangguan for no reason", Lushan's "thousands of feet under the eaves" and Suzhou's "Man as a pillow river". Without their admiration, it would be a pile of flowing loess houses.
It seems that from ancient times to modern times, mountains and rivers have changed, but the topic of life has never changed. I can only not sink. It's hard to be yourself, but there's no choice!