Elder Marignan, as his surname implies, is slender, pious and deeply religious, and always has a warm mind and upright behavior. His faith is firm and has never wavered. He really thinks he can perceive God and observe his will, wishes and intentions.
Let's go and see a sentence in the suicide ball.
A bearded Democrat always monopolizes the patent of patriotism, just as a god always monopolizes the patent of patriots.
The same is true of this elder, who looks for the answer from the perspective of God.
When he strode along the path of his small village pastor's house, the question often popped up in his mind: "Why does God mainly do this?" So he put himself in God's shoes and tried his best to find the answer, which he found almost every time. He would never whisper with pious humility, "Lord, your will is unfathomable." He always thought, "I am a servant of the Lord, and I should know the truth of everything he has done." If I don't know, I should guess. "
How humorous the words are. If you don't know, it should be a guess. Only priests have the right to interpret God's religion.
Jesus Christ. Why are you doing this? The old man must be thinking, "Don't tell me." Let me guess. In this way, he became the spokesman of God.
In the eyes of god, say it's a priest! . Oh:-Oh,
In his view, everything in the world is created according to absolutely reasonable and extremely magical laws. There are as many "why" as there are, and the two aspects are completely symmetrical and balanced. The morning light is created to awaken human beings and make them full of vitality, the day is created to ripen crops, the rain is created to irrigate crops, the evening is created to brew drowsiness, and the night is created to sleep peacefully.
Everything is arranged in perfect order. The priest is really in awe of this nature. He will sincerely praise the composition of the laws of nature, so what he thinks is
Pastor never thinks that there is an invisible providence in nature, nor does he think that all living things in the world do not need to adapt to the harsh inevitability of seasons, climate and materials.
Everything complements each other and works together.
But he treats this woman! Natural aversion
But he hates women, unconsciously hates women, and instinctively despises women. He often repeats this sentence of Jesus Christ: "Woman, what do you and I have in common?"
He borrowed Jesus' words to defend himself.
In addition, he added: "God himself is deeply dissatisfied with the creation of women." In his view, women, as some poets say, are impure children twelve times. She is the seducer who seduced Adam, the first man, and has been doing this kind of activity that leads people to hell. She is a weak, dangerous and magical creature. He hates their depraved bodies and their passionate hearts even more.
Look at this elder, a straight man of steel. He is as unpopular as our Tang Priest, but? Tang Priest doesn't hate women. He thought that his daughter country and his love were vigorous in those days. Who doesn't love beauty without learning from others?
The elder hasn't realized that he abides by strict religious rules.
Although the nuns are extremely strict, he feels that in their imprisoned and repressed hearts, there is still that kind of eternal tenderness, even revealed to him, even though he is a priest.
This tenderness, he can feel from their more pious and moist eyes than male monks, from their trance-like expressions mixed with sexiness, and from their deep affection for Jesus Christ.
I can feel it in the impulse of love, which often annoys him, because it is a woman's love and a physical love. Even,
He can also feel the damn gentleness from their gentle attitude, from their gentle voices when they speak, from their drooping eyes, and from the tears of injustice when he severely rebukes them.
Religion has imprisoned the hearts of those beautiful girls, and the elders voluntarily abide by it. The ignorant hearts of young girls have not yet been detected, but their natural gentleness is not spontaneous. The elders can't stand it.
Therefore, whenever he comes out of the monastery, he always shakes the cassock, and then strides away in a hurry, as if to avoid some kind of danger as soon as possible.
But here, in the moonlight, he experienced the tranquility of the night and saw the nightingale singing, just like an ignorant teenager who fell in love with the forbidden fruit after tasting it.
Moonlight, how beautiful is moonlight? He opened the door and went out, but stopped at the door. He was taken aback. The bright moonlight in front of him was so beautiful that he had never seen it before.
It is precisely because he was born with a sensitive, warm, high-spirited and intense mind, which was possessed by early Christian saints, that is, poets who love to meditate on dreams, that the sublime and quiet beauty of this white night deeply touched him and fascinated him.
In his small garden, everything is bathed in the soft moonlight, and rows of fruit trees project their new green branches on the path; The big honeysuckle vine clinging to the wall of his house gives off a sweet smell. It seems that on a mild and beautiful night, there is a fragrant spirit wandering.
He began to take a deep breath and inhale deeply, like a drunk who was partying, so he slowed down. On this beautiful night, he was ecstatic and amazed, and forgot his niece for a time.
As soon as he arrived in the field, he stopped and looked up at the plain, only to see the earth immersed in the gentle moonlight and the deep charm of the still night. Frogs kept throwing their short and loud drums into the night sky; The nightingale in the distance keeps singing, which makes people fall asleep and disturbs people's thinking. Soft and trembling songs are specially written for love, adding to the charm of moonlight.
The elder began to move on again. Somehow, he felt weak. He felt suddenly discouraged and his whole strength suddenly disappeared. He just wants to sit down, stay there, think and praise God from the scene God created before him.
Over there, along the winding river, there is a big row of winding poplars. There is a thin layer of water vapor and white fog around and above the steep river bank, like a layer of Yin Hui shining in the moonlight. A faint mist is wrapped around the winding river, like a light and transparent cotton wadding.
Once again, the old man stopped, and he felt that his deep feelings were getting stronger and stronger, and he could no longer hold back.
However, there is a doubt and an inexplicable anxiety rising from his heart. He used to ask himself many questions, but now he feels that one of them is bothering him again.
Why did God create a beautiful night before him? Since night is for sleeping, carefree, relaxing and forgetting troubles, why is it more attractive than daytime? Not only in the morning, but also in the evening.
Beautiful and moving? Why is this slow-moving, clear and charming star more poetic than the sun? Why is it so dignified? It seems that it was born to reflect things in the world that are too mysterious and subtle to be illuminated in broad daylight. Why can it also reflect the darkness so transparently?
The elder was shaken by his support and belief, God! Why do you want to create a beautiful night in front of you? Elders can't explain clearly, and they can't guess. The night is so beautiful.
But, you see, over there, at the end of the grass, a faint layer of silver fog covers the arch formed by staggered branches, and suddenly two figures appear from below, walking side by side.
Love is love. Such a night exists for the night.
Won't God allow men and women to love each other? He used such a beautiful glow to set off love. Love, love. He can't see the way of God. This is a temple he has no right to enter. He felt ashamed.
Why is it that among the birds that are good at singing, the bird that sings best doesn't sleep peacefully at night like its peers, but sings in the sultry moonlight?
Why cover the earth with this translucent veil? Why does the heart tremble so much? The soul is so passionate