Thoughts on "Things are Like a Brocade"-Living in the Present.

There was a gentle silence in the library, except for the tiny hum of the air conditioner. Compared with the overcrowding in summer vacation, it is very comfortable now. When the National Day comes, the air is full of festive atmosphere. People are restless and the autumn sun is peaceful. After reading Bi Shumin's new book "The World is Like a Brocade" quietly, I feel awe of the world.

Traveling around the world is everyone's dream, right? However, I didn't know it until I heard an interview at a book club in Fan Deng and finished reading the book. Traveling around the world is not easy. In addition to financial resources, it is more important to test people's minds. It is really not easy for people in the era of great navigation to overcome monotony, boredom and loneliness after sailing on the vast sea for more than 0/00 days. However, what attracted me most was not telling the beautiful natural scenery and legends around the country, except that the writer's own thrilling adventure in Guatemala by charter flight was frightening (traveling is dangerous, so be careful when going out). ) What impressed me most in the book are "Masaad will never return" and "Facing life and death in Kathmandu".

Among them, the experience of watching corpse burning in Kathmandu was the most shocking. I thought a lot about life and death. This time, a doctor told you that after death, people usually burn for 4 to 5 hours, and then completely turn to ashes. Moreover, the body will move in the fire, the flame will burn the joint ligaments, it will shrink violently, people's hands will lift, and their legs and feet will bounce. In the worst case, the body will sit up in the flame.

This is the first time I have heard the truth of death, and the inner shock can be imagined.

We in China are not used to talking about death. Death is ugly, dirty and dark. If we don't know life, how can we know death? Confucius taught us to live a good life, but he remained silent about Machamp's confusion. It is precisely because of cultural taboos that we always maintain a sense of mystery and doubt about death. It is because of the fear of death that we seek an alchemy and pray for immortality. It is precisely because of our nostalgia for life that we yearn for the paradise after death. It is also because of the belief in immortality that Pharaoh invented mummies and papyrus that will not rot for thousands of years. But has the door of eternal life ever been opened to anyone? Is heaven like a library? These are all unsolved mysteries.

Although the matter of energy conservation will never die, once the body dies, it is like the wind in September, just like the past summer, everything will never come again, never come again. Although it may turn into a breeze in the mountains, a drop of dew in the morning will turn into spring mud to protect flowers, but it will never come back, never come back, never come back ... This echo reminds me of Sanmao, a strange girl in the desert, who will never come back. Anyone who leaves will never come back, at least not become the same human form. If there is, it is also a rare gift from nature.

Teacher Bi Shumin wrote in the book, "Hinduism believes that human life comes from the five elements of' fire, water, wind and qi'. The deceased is cremated, and the ashes are scattered into the water, which conforms to the natural cycle, and the river will flow to the Ganges with the soul of the deceased. " Every soul has 84 million lives, and each cycle will be upgraded by one level. Entering the sacred river, the soul can stop entering the reincarnation and go directly to heaven. People in the Ganges keep a calm and indifferent attitude towards life and death.

Masaadeh never falls tells the true history of Jews' perseverance and preferring to die rather than be slaves of the Romans. Of the 967 people, only two women and five children survived by hiding in the pool. Since then, the Jews left the promised land of Canaan with butter and honey, and began to live in exile for centuries, and have been homeless.

They were not killed by the enemy, but chose to destroy for freedom. Because the doctrine forbids suicide, they drew lots to choose 10 to kill more than 900 people, and then the remaining 10 chose 1 to kill these 9 people. The last man committed suicide, burning the whole palace before committing suicide, but left food to let the enemy know that they died for freedom rather than starvation. The tragic scene is beyond description.

Once, people were heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. These people died for their beliefs, and their throats were sealed with swords. Were they peaceful at the last minute? This is beyond my imagination.

What is alive? Is this the second time? Who sees the moon first by the river, and when does the river shine on people at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. If we look at it in the same way, things and I will be endless. Life is like a drop in the ocean, the body will always be destroyed, but the spirit can be passed down from generation to generation. Dickinson wrote in her poem: "If I can help a heart avoid sadness, calm a bitterness and help a sleepy robin return to its nest, then I will not live in vain."

The value of living is altruism, helping others to become perfect, and at the same time subliming themselves. Mother Teresa is such a person, so is Mahatma Gandhi, and so is Confucius to some extent. We may not be able to shine like this, but at least we can help a fainting robin return to its nest, which may be the meaning of living.