Stetson said: “The beginning of life is the most mysterious, completely out of nothing. Suddenly, you enter one situation, one situation leads to another, and it is logical that it is seamless, and it connects to a real world. ”
It was like walking into a book club and becoming a beginning for me, and I began to force myself to read paper books and read long books. And “Me and the Temple of Earth” is the beginning of my love for reading after many years, and when I open the book, I am immersed in it and reluctant to let go, the feeling of a long absence, that is a state of inner peace, which makes me feel precious.
How can “Me and the Temple of Earth” have a destined origin? The title of the book carries a sense of nostalgia, a memory of glancing at my father’s bedside table in my hometown as a child. Walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, and meet it again at the same age as my father.
How many times the unpretentious words have been struck by the soul, and the heart has been hollowed out and then filled.
It was a scene from dusk to sunset, I sat in the car, read the passage of nostalgia for my mother, and cried silently… The comfortable life made us not experience the sufferings of the world, and Stetson’s confession made me taste it deeply.
It is said that human pain is divided into ten levels, the most painful is the mother’s childbirth, as Shi Tiesheng’s mother, her pain is already a thousand levels.
Reading the moment she died, I followed her aching heart to let go, that is heaven can not bear to see her suffer again, death is the best destination for this mother. I hugged my son tightly and told him that no matter how much he had achieved, he was most pleased with peace and happiness in this life.
“Good luck design”, what kind of life is lucky? Reckless bumps have entered the year of confusion, I can’t tell from what day I was willing to walk my own path steadily, I have been searching for half of my life, more and more panicked, afraid of mediocrity, afraid of the paleness of life.
How many years of confusion, not knowing what exactly I want. What kind of life is lucky?
Now seeing the suffering of Stetson and that generation, thinking about the hypocrisy of those years is the greatest waste of life.
“If there is no suffering in the world, can the world still exist? It seems that there will always be a difference. The whole repertoire of humanity needs it, and existence itself needs it. So here comes the most desperate conclusion: who will fill the role of suffering?
Who embodies the happiness, pride and joy of this world? There is no reason to leave it to chance. I often think that ugly women make beauty. I often think that fools raise the wise. I often think that cowards set off heroes.
I often think that sentient beings have transformed Buddha.
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Fortunately, one day I was finally grateful for my destiny, every ray of sunshine, every setback, and finally went to my mountains and seas with love.
How many Stetsons have set off our luck, I am terrified and trembling, and if I cannot live my best self, I will be guilty of their misfortune.
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“Me and the Temple of Earth” writes all about Stetson’s sadness and his life with suffering.
With what to redeem our ignorant souls and unwilling hearts? To be in awe of every fallen leaf, to cherish every ray of sunshine.
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