Essays on life: Sitting alone, the joy of being alone

I often feel uneasy, as if there is grass growing inside.

I wonder if the world is moving too fast and I am abandoned like a lonely bird. I am clumsy at saying things I don’t mean and doing things I can’t help myself. I am defeated in intrigues and intrigues. I retreat from the banquets. I sigh about what life can do, what I want but can’t get, and I escape from the world alone. , depressed, and shed two clear tears.

The feeling of sitting alone is indescribable. But sometimes I also wonder if I am moving too fast and the world cannot keep up. It is rare for someone like me, who has nothing and nothing to excel at, to be able to stand on a high place and reflect on my own soul. Since then, I feel relieved.

Sitting alone. The small small room has a table and a chair, and the books of Nalan, Mu Xin, Ping Ao, and San Mao are placed randomly. Others may look messy, but I can read them with my hands, which is very convenient. If you listen to the Kunqu opera "Eaaaaaaaa" again, your heart will feel as comfortable as being brushed by soft water sleeves.

Beyond the Xuan window is a small courtyard with natural wind blowing. Green vines are happily climbing all over the earthen wall, two rows of leeks are whirring green out, peppers and eggplants are ripe and swaying, cicadas on the walnut tree are screaming with joy, and crickets are growing under the wall. ?One high, one low, one singing and one harmonious.

A person may sit or lie down, laugh or sing, wake up or sleep, with his hair disheveled or his arms bare and barefoot. Sitting alone like this, surrounded by dust, seems to be wasting time. , Yu'er's schoolwork and the unfinished work at hand were all forgotten. Is this what one calls a person's happiness?

In the silence, not only can one hear the clear ringing of bells from the nearby campus, but also the faint ringing of bells from the mountain temple, and there is still something in my heart. What is growing and jointing, clear and clear, follow this sound, keep walking, keep walking, suddenly, the time is far away, the space is empty, and the heart is like a wave, rolling layer by layer and going away into the distance.

At this moment, the dust is flying in the sun, the dew is urging the flowers to bloom, the autumn blooms in the middle of autumn, the water is settled in the water, some things jump away briskly, and other things pour in densely .

The heart that has not been wiped for a long time becomes a thawing glacier in the time spent alone, and is like a snow-covered haystack being pushed away one by one, revealing an almost withered and withered heart that longs to be lit. The colors include loneliness, desolation, and scenery.

Sitting alone is not sitting alone. In a quiet world amidst the hustle and bustle, you can enjoy the time of peace of mind and the fleeting thoughts in your mind are worth recording and collecting. Hold a cup of tea and sit quietly for an hour or two. The manuscript brewing in your heart matures and is presented with my pen. After so many years, it is still shining as bright as yesterday.

Su Shi's "Xixuan of Yang Taoist in Siming Palace" said, "If you sit quietly with nothing to do, one day will seem like two days." ?I deeply agree. When sitting alone, the teapot may be empty, but the mind will be calm and clear. Sitting alone is more like an inner practice.

Sometimes, I sit alone facing the Qinling Mountains in front of me. The mountain breeze is moist and moist, the mountains are winding, and their high and low contours are full of character. I just want to step out, but the soles of my feet seem to have roots. I just close my eyes and let my thoughts drift with the flow, following the "outsiders" on the mountain. Chopping firewood, carrying water, cooking, burning incense, chanting sutras, what do the worldly affairs have to do with me? What do I have to do with the worldly affairs? With a long cry, "Happy, happy!"

"The fruits are falling in the rain, and the grass and insects are chirping under the lamp." In "Sitting Alone on an Autumn Night", Wang Wei thought about the fleeting nature of life, which is short and cannot be pursued, which gave rise to some sad thoughts. ?There is not a single dust in the green mountains, not a single cloud in the blue sky. There is only one moon in the sky and one person in the mountain. Now you hear the sound of pines, now you hear the sound of bells, now you hear the sound of streams, now you hear the sound of insects. ?From "Sitting Alone on a Moonlit Night in Tiantong Mountain" by Yi Shunding of the Qing Dynasty, I can't read loneliness, but I can taste freedom and Zen.

Listening to the rain in the summer, watching the snow in the winter, boiling water and drinking tea, washing my hands and burning incense, all the impetuousness and noise are gone, and I am enjoying this confused and fulfilling moment more and more.

Author: Kang Na

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