This detail shows that if you want to know a person, just look at what books he reads.
It was inspired by this that I browsed the traces left by Mr. Wu on the bookshelf, which was quite different from my favorite style. Let's take a look at his books, such as Women in the Republic of China are Beautiful, Talented People in the Republic of China are Romantic, Six Chapters of a Floating Life, Love in a Flower World, Su Shichuan, Biography of Li Qingzhao, Three-body |, May Your Youth Return and various poems.
All-in-one poetry and prose, as well as the author's biography, make me curious.
In Mr. Wu's tall and burly figure, there is still an unknown delicate soul hidden?
So, I picked up a beautifully bound and illustrated collection of essays written by Lin Qingxuan, a famous essayist in Taiwan Province Province.
"Buddha said that parents can't repay kindness" wrote:
If someone, for the sake of his parents, took a sharp knife and cut off his eyes and gave them to the Tathagata, after hundreds of robberies, he could not repay his parents' deep gratitude.
If someone, for the sake of his parents, also cut his heart with a sharp knife, bleeding everywhere, painstakingly, after hundreds of robberies, still can't repay his parents' affectionate great kindness.
If someone stabbed himself for the sake of his parents, went in and out and robbed him hundreds of times, he could not repay his parents' kindness.
When I first read this passage, my hair stood on end. I was very shocked. In my mind, I keep seeing the scene of Nezha shaving bones and picking meat to repay his parents' kindness. After three years' hard work, Nezha can hardly repay us even with his flesh and blood, not to mention the kindness of our parents over the years?
You can't choose your birth. Some people are born rich and famous, some people are born poor and miserable, and some people live an ordinary life.
Instinctively, people born with golden spoons will envy them, but in the face of parents who have no resources for us, should they sigh or resent them?
Faced with the resources of a family with a good hand, we should really thank our parents for their high starting point; But even if you don't get anything from your parents except life, you are more grateful. Because there seems to be nothing blank, it actually conveys a future with infinite possibilities.
Perhaps it is full of thorns and bumps, and it is the ups and downs along the way that make life magnificent and interesting.
My general manager Wu was born in an ordinary family. Their simple tradition is determined by the mode that men dominate outside and women dominate inside. Father is the cornerstone and hope of the family, which has provoked the beam of livelihood; Mother is the logistics and guarantee of the family, shouldering the daily necessities of life.
My father's hurried footsteps and my mother's hard work are the only memories of my childhood. Father's love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like the sea. They are not good at expressing, but they are thinking quietly and deeply.
Growing up, going out to work and caring for each other has become the normal state of life. I always think about when I can take my parents with me to do my filial piety, but the regret of "children want to raise and not kiss" has become a permanent pain in my heart.
I clearly remember that Mr. Wu, who lost his mother, cried like a child. I have been very talkative and I don't know how to comfort him.
The elderly father's health is not as good as before, and the epidemic has hindered the annual visit to relatives. The father, who never wanted to drag his children down, was quietly hospitalized and discharged. Mr Wu doesn't know. Regret afterwards is hard to find on his face.
Time has diluted the memory, years have smoothed the edges and corners, and the warmth of snuggling up to parents as a child has become a treasure of life.
The past time is very slow, it seems that there is a difference of ten years, and there is a similar childhood. Time flies now, almost five years later, and there seems to be a generation gap.
The countryside, front yard and back room can all be places to play. Lu Xun's method of catching sparrows has attracted countless young people in China to follow suit. There is a bamboo basket in the yard. Some grains are scattered in the open space under the bamboo basket and supported by a small bamboo pole or stick. There is a long rope tied to a small bamboo pole, and in the distance is a teenager hiding in the dark, waiting for the sparrow to slowly enter the basket for food, so as to pull the rope in his hand and buckle the sparrow under the basket.
Everything sounds perfect, and only those who put it into action will know that it is difficult. It seems that sparrows have long seen through human tricks, and will never run directly under the bamboo basket, but just turn around the basket warily.
Without powerful weapons, human wisdom is not much better in front of animals. Perhaps the real pleasure comes not from catching, but from trying to trap the brain hole.
Wildflowers full of paths are gorgeous but not eye-catching; Wild vegetables picked at random are also delicious on the table; The waste bottles collected everywhere are a huge sum of money after being sold, which can support the supply of snacks for a long time.
The age of material scarcity has not weakened the happiness of youth at all. My childhood memories would be completely eclipsed if there were no dredging in my hometown.
As an adult, Mr. Wu always instilled the fun of his youth into his children intentionally or unintentionally, rolled iron rings with iron bars and took them to watch his childhood cartoons. "Huluwa" and "King Kong Huluwa" became their animation enlightenment. Until now, children still have a preference for the image of Huluwa. Probably in his heart, he hopes to pass on his initial happiness to future generations, even if it is only a little bit.
Lin Qingxuan wrote: There are a hundred ways to read your hometown. Even though Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters, it is still an unforgettable spiritual destination.
My hometown is the place where I desperately wanted to escape when I was a child, and it is also the place where I can't go back when I grow up.
We are always too young to know what love is like when people live in this world.
Cherish fate, cherish fate. It is better to cherish fate than to follow it.
Wu is always a person with a calm surface and a surging heart. I don't know how many endless lovesickness are buried every time I say goodbye gently; I am still in a state of ignorance about the unknown reunion deliberately created and what kind of surprise expectations are hidden.
Accustomed to face-to-face communication, I am still uncertain about the guessing skills hidden in my heart.
Mr. Wu pursues the wisdom of "seeing through without breaking", but I have always enjoyed the refreshment of breaking enough paper and suffered many consequences.
Mr. Wu believes in firm and pure love, which attracted me most at the beginning.
Even if love is changeable, even if we get together less and leave more, when we can miss each other, our hearts are like a clear lake, and we can see the purest realm of love.
Lin Qingxuan wrote:
Acacia makes our thoughts sail smoothly to our destination like a boat with a downwind, but does this idea leave us with some consciousness from acacia? Consciously move forward in the direction of our lives, so that acacia will not let us fall because of burning, but let us be clear because of distance.
Just like Mr. Wu, he always releases his emotions slowly in restraint, and uses countless separations to cool his fiery heart by acacia.
Parting is a kind of practice, and meeting is the perfection after practice.
Even though the walker is boundless, his temples are white, his back is bent and he is stained with wind and frost. Looking back, the young man is still in his prime. ......