Five Essays by Lin Qingxuan

Whether teenagers, young people or middle-aged people, the name Lin Qingxuan is no stranger. The wisdom of this Taiwan Province writer really permeates every article of his, infecting every mind reading in front of a lamp. The following are five essays about Lin Qingxuan that I collected for you. Please refer to them.

Time is in front of me

There is a devout Buddhist teacher who often instills Buddhist knowledge into primary school students in class.

Freshman, he spent half an hour telling students about the horror of hell, and then he asked the students, "Who wants to go to hell, raise your hand."

Sure enough, no one raised their hands, and the teacher was very pleased.

Then he spent half an hour telling the students about the beauty of Elysium. He asked the students, "Who wants to go to Elysium, raise your hand!" "

Most of the children raised their hands, except one child in the corner who didn't raise his hand and looked solemn.

The teacher woke him up and asked, "Why don't you want to go to hell or Elysium?"

The child said, "My mother said that you are not allowed to go anywhere after school, and you should go straight home!" " "

This is a joke, and it's not entirely a joke. Almost all religions emphasize the importance of the afterlife and tell us how terrible the sins of the past are, so many religious believers live in the atonement of the past and the sustenance of the future, ignoring the present time.

In fact, the time in front of you is the most real, and whether you want to go to hell or heaven must start from the front.

The present happiness, with light and love, is heaven.

Pain, darkness and depravity are in the present, and that moment is hell!

In the distance of dreams 2

Sometimes in retrospect, my mother's expectations for us are not as obvious and long-term as my father's. When I was a child, I was in poor health and had many problems. My mother has only one expectation for me, that is, to pray for my health. In order to let me grow up safely, my mother often walked a long way behind my back to see a doctor, so my first impression of my mother when I was a child was to go to see a doctor behind my back.

Not only am I in poor health, but I often have accidents. I secretly drank soda when I was 3 years old. I didn't expect the soda bottle to contain Fanzi oil (smelly oil for lighting at night). After drinking, my eyes turned white, foaming at the mouth and passed out. My mother immediately took me to the street to find a doctor at a speed of 100 meters. It was the second day of the lunar new year, and the doctor went on vacation. My mother was in tears, but there was nothing she could do.

I finally found a doctor in the last doctor's office. He beat two raw eggs for you to swallow, took a breath and opened his eyes. I fainted in the hospital until you opened your eyes. Up to now, every time my mother mentions that I drink fenzi oil, I still have a lingering fear, as if I had picked up a son. I heard that she ran nearly 10 kilometers that day to hug me to see a doctor.

Because I am weak, as long as my mother hears that any tonic or herbal medicine can make my child healthy, she will go all the way to ask for a prescription and take medicine to supplement her body. Maybe too much. When I was 6 years old, I got a hernia. I often rolled on the ground in pain and cried my eyes out. During that time, whenever I heard that there was a gentleman and a good medicine, I went to see it. After two years, I saw all the doctors and took all the medicine, but I still didn't get well. One day, a friend of your father came and said that surgery could cure hernia. Although I had no confidence in western medicine, I was sent to have an operation. Open a knife and it will take a week. If I had known this, I would have sent you for surgery two years ago, and you wouldn't have to suffer so much. When my mother said that she had suffered so much, she meant me, of course, because the mothers of their time never thought about their own sufferings.

A year later, my eldest brother got polio and died a week later, which was a serious blow to my mother. Because my eldest brother and I are the youngest, she almost turned all her love to me and took good care of me, and in those years, she was particularly fond of me.

For example, at that time, the family was poor, and eating eggs was not like children can eat one now. An egg had to be cut into four continents (that is, four pieces). Mother has a special way to cut and boil eggs. She doesn't use a knife, but the white cotton thread of the car coat, which can often be cut into four pieces of the same size and then distributed to us like a baby. Every time I eat an egg, she often gives me an extra slice behind my back. Sometimes it is difficult to eat apples. If an apple is cut into 12 pieces, she will give me two pieces. She always leaves me a bowl of chicken soup when there are chicken chops.

Perhaps it was my mother's considerate care that my body miraculously got better and became very healthy. I was often ill for two or three years, and my homework became very good. I seldom see the second place. My mother always said: When you were a child, you went to the Banana Garden to hide and cry, and didn't go home until dark. This is a dead brain. Isn't the second place very good?

But with good health and good homework, my mother is not without troubles. At that time, I was partial. I seldom play with other children. I played by myself. Sometimes I play alone all day and talk to myself. Even when I play with a knife, I often play the role of two horns. One is good and the other is evil. I often accidentally let gangsters beat the police, and then I squatted on the ridge and cried. Fortunately, psychiatrists were not as developed as they are now, otherwise I would have been sent.

At that time, farmers were rarely so withdrawn as you and didn't know what they were thinking. Once I saw you sitting on the ridge in a daze. I sat in the back and looked at you like that all afternoon. Later, I couldn't help crying, thinking that this lonely boy didn't know what he would do for us when he grew up. Even the thought makes me sad. Later, when it was dark and you came back from outside, I asked you: What were you thinking when you were sitting on the beach alone? You said: I'm waiting to cook and bloom, and I'll be back when the flowers bloom. This is really weird. I raised a child, and no one ever waited for flowers to bloom. My mother recalled a fragment of my childhood. The cooking flower is mirabilis jalapa, which always blooms at dusk. When I first heard it, I didn't believe it. I just sat there all afternoon waiting for it to blossom.

/kloc-left home to study abroad when he was 0/5 years old. Because of carsickness, my mother seldom comes to see me at school, so we have less chance to meet. She often says: what goes out seems to be thrown away, and what comes back seems to be picked up. But every time I go home, she always tries to feed me, afraid that I will suffer in other places, and then put something in my backpack. Once I went back to school, I opened my backpack and found bananas and dates planted in our family. A can of milk powder, a bag of ginseng and a bag of dental floss; A packet of noodles tea fried by her, a string of zongzi tied by her, and a can of pineapple, bamboo shoots and bean paste soaked by her own hands have all been forgotten. At that time, I thought it was enough to open a grocery store.

At that time, I lived on campus, and every time I went home to my dormitory, my classmates said it was a small New Year, because I couldn't finish what my mother prepared for me. Up to now, my mother is still like this. As soon as I got home, she stuffed everything into my bag, just like there was a famine in Taipei and she couldn't buy anything. Once I went back to Taipei, I found that the bag was particularly heavy. When I opened it, my mother put eight cans of soda in it. I called her and asked her why she needed so many sodas. She said, I'll give it to you on the plane!

After graduating from high school, I am getting farther and farther away from home. Every time I go home, I have to go for a ride. My mother had to give up what she was doing, go for a ride with me and help me pay the fare as if I were a 3-year-old child. When the car is about to leave, my mother will lean against the railing of the station and wave to me. At that time, I always saw tears in her eyes, which was heartbreaking.

I can't finish writing my mother. Of the five brothers and sisters in our family, only the eldest brother serves his mother, and the others fly very high, but when I think of my mother, it seems that she is standing beside us.

Mom always said: many dreams are out of reach, but as long as you persist, it is possible to realize them. She is a conservative rural woman, no different from ordinary rural women, but she encourages us to have dreams and know how to persist. That alone made me a writer later.

The screenwriter may not be as good as an official, but it is a brand-new experience for her mother. When she told the villagers about me, she found the answer to my troubled childhood.

The starting point of the valley is three

A woman with a problem came to me and said that she was worried about her children's homework.

I said: children's homework should be troubled by their own children!

She said, Mr. Lin, you don't know that my children got the 40th place in the exam, but there are only forty students in their class.

I joked that if I were you, I would be very happy!

Why?

Because you think about it, from today on, your child will never regress and will never fall to the fourth place1! I said. The woman smiled at this.

I continued: it's like climbing a mountain. Your child is at the bottom of the valley now, and the only way is to go up. As long as you stop worrying, encourage him and go with him, he will definitely come out.

Soon after, the woman called me to thank me. Her child really kept crawling.

I think the most easily overlooked thing is that the lowest point of the valley is the starting point of the mountain. Many people who walked into the valley couldn't get out because they stopped and squatted in the valley and cried.

Baoyu IV in my heart

A young man who wanted to learn jade identification went a long way and found an old jade expert to learn jade identification.

When he met the old master, he explained his ambition to learn jade, hoping to become a jade expert like the old master one day.

Lao shifu brought him a piece of jade, told him to hold it tight, and then began to tell him the history of China, starting from the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, but he said nothing about jade.

The next day, when he went to class, the master still handed him a piece of jade to pinch. He went on talking about the history of China, but said nothing about jade.

In this way, every day the teacher told him to hold a piece of jade tightly, and the history of China alone was told for several weeks.

Then, the teacher told the young people about the local customs, philosophy and even life feelings.

The teacher taught almost everything, but not a word about jade.

And let the young man take a piece of jade to class every day. After several months, the young man began to worry because he wanted to learn jade, but he learned a lot of useless things.

One day, he finally got up the courage and wanted to show the teacher that he should start talking about jade and stop teaching those useless things.

He went into the teacher's room, and the teacher gave him a piece of jade as usual and told him to hurry. He was about to speak when the young man shouted, Teacher, this piece you gave me is not jade!

The teacher smiled happily: now you can start learning jade.

This is a story told to me by a friend who collects jade articles. I like it very much. It is impossible for a person to know only jade, because jade knowledge has a deep relationship with history, culture, aesthetics, thoughts and personality. The knowledge in this world is not so clear as useful and useless.

In fact, appreciating life is not like learning to understand a piece of jade. A person who has no deep experience of life cannot get the true meaning of life.

People who are not deeply immersed in the pain of life cannot understand the importance of liberation.

People who are not bound by desires cannot appreciate the value of freedom.

People who have never experienced a sad predicament will not know the necessity of compassion.

Those who have not cried in the long night can hardly have the brightest smile at dawn.

Life is like a piece of jade in your hand. If you don't hold many ordinary stones, you won't realize how precious the jade in your hand is.

Therefore, people who want to learn jade must first understand life.

Night talk with father v

My father and I felt very close when we were in the second year of high school.

Once, my father and I went to live in our forest farm. My father and I slept together and chatted by candlelight. My father told me how he was full of ideals when he was young and went up the mountain alone to open up 470-Jia Mountain.

He said: Just under the bed where we sleep, many snakes crawl in and hibernate in winter. When they get up in the middle of the night to pee, they must stand on their feet to avoid stepping on snakes.

My father told me that the most important thing for young people is hard work and courage.

That night, I talked with my father for a long time before falling asleep.

I was very moved when I woke up, because I never talked to my father alone for more than an hour, let alone slept together.

In our parents' generation, because they didn't receive much education, and China tradition and Japanese education made them more serious and not good at expressing their feelings, there was often a generation gap that prevented us from getting to know each other and getting close.

After thirty or forty years of hard work, this generation of parents can get closer to their children, but they have less time because of busier things.

It has been more than 20 years since high school, and I often miss talking with my father by candlelight. Unfortunately, my father has passed away, and I will never have that kind of happiness again.

We should always cherish the time with our parents and children, because the good times are fleeting!