I have been obsessed with buying books recently. People who love words will always feel close to paper books. Even if they are not looking at them, they will occasionally touch them and feel that they have inhaled some spiritual energy. Books must be the most perfect way of instilling knowledge in human history, and their storage speed is a perfect match for the brain. It's not as overwhelming as a movie, nor as dazzling as the fragmented knowledge on the Internet. Even after 100, 1,000, or 10,000 years, books will still have their most complete appearance. As for e-books, I always worry that one day they will disappear.
I went to see The Return of the Great Sage on Sunday and it felt pretty good. After reading "The Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty", I became particularly interested in the Western Regions. I have completed the Chinese section of the Silk Road and hope to have the opportunity to visit Pakistan, Afghanistan and India. I also want to traverse thousands of mountains and rivers, cross the magical Pamir Plateau, and reach those ancient cities that have been beaten by thousands of years of wind and snow. Go to the other side of Pakistan that people don't see, where birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, apricot blossoms are everywhere, and there is a kind old man who believes in Theravada Buddhism.
When I was a child, I did not have any cartoons in my childhood, nor did I have a Bully keyboard game console. My father was very strict. Except for watching the news broadcast for a while, I had to sit on the large Chinese rosewood chair in the old house for the rest of the time, reading through the dim window and the electric light. After finishing my homework, I read classics. "Li Zicheng", "Journey to the West" and "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" are three books that have accompanied me throughout my childhood. Even if you don't understand, you still have to pretend to read. Whenever you hear footsteps, you jump up from the red sandalwood chair and quickly wipe the marks and saliva on your forehead.
Because I only had a glimpse of traditional Chinese culture when I was a child, I couldn’t see clearly or understand it. Naturally, I couldn’t see through history and understand the vicissitudes of life.
I may take a trip in August, but the destination is unknown. This time I want to drive myself to a safe and inaccessible deep mountain, live in a tent for a few days, and just talk to nature. Who knows what I will gain? Rich people have private clubs and meditation ashrams. They can also go to famous temples and seek enlightenment from eminent monks and great virtues. But I only have wilderness and forests.
Now my ears are ringing, filled with the tense low hum of this city, which is really frustrating.
I don’t know what kind of drama is going on in this city every day. The curtain is slowly opening every day. What is written on their faces is happiness or confusion, or they are taking every step, fortifying everything, and surviving cautiously. The more knowledge they have, the more afraid they become. They are all working hard to create a better life, and creating a better life often involves sacrificing the lives of others.
Sometimes I really feel that I will suddenly feel extremely lonely in this bustling crowd. In addition, I am stubborn and easy to get angry. Sometimes I feel that no matter how many Buddhist books I read, I can't make myself calm and calm. No matter how seriously I work and live a good life, I will still encounter some setbacks, and these setbacks sometimes make people feel overwhelmed.
It really doesn’t matter whether it’s right or wrong. Those who hold their own opinions will always be eloquent. Why worry about gains and losses due to the disease of fern? But it’s really getting hot lately. . .
Is life always peaceful? When a status quo persists to a critical point, you will feel that the whole world is shaking and you are at a loss. Faith is always swaying in the night wind of the city. When I listened to inspirational songs, I always felt passionate and surging. I thought that shouting was life, catharsis, and upward tension. And when all this is swaying, it seems that faith is creeping forward in its lowest posture. Living humblely is growth and the ideal truth.
There may be a project that is very important to me to be implemented next. Although it is not the biggest design implementation I have encountered so far, it is the most palatable design implementation. I think I need to devote myself more fully to my work.
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