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One trip without any distractions can charge it for more than a month, one trip to meet an old friend that you haven’t seen for a long time can charge it for half a month, one hike can charge it for one week, and one cup of new milk tea that won’t trip you can charge it for half a day. . These days, the charging speed seems to be unable to keep up with the power consumption. Every day when I wake up, I can hear my body issuing a warning of low battery.
After finishing a period of high-speed energy-consuming work, I finally decided to take a trip to the mountains for a long-lasting recharge.
Located in a mountain city, between Chengdu and Chongqing, the most indispensable thing is mountains. Pick one that can stay for 7 days, and your goal will be achieved. At first I was hesitant to go to Mount Qingcheng to inquire about Buddhism or Mount Emei to inquire about Buddha. I didn’t know what was going on so I looked at Emei, even though both of them were places I had been to when I was a child.
Since I have always regarded myself as an output person, I am usually keen on expressing my opinions to others without feeling tired. Recently, I have been deeply aware of my spiritual emptiness and physical burden. I place my hope in idealism and Bodhisattva can always save me. One journey.
Sitting on the sofa by the window, the outline of the distant mountains went from being clear to disappearing. Silence and fog curled up together, then diffused. The wind stopped, the moon rose, and the trees became still. On the first night in Emei, my world relaxed. After settling down, I was finally able to lie down and sleep peacefully.
I met a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time and was surprised to find that he started smoking. Maybe smoking is a good excuse to sigh. After not seeing each other for so many years, my friend is still so obsessed with me without coercion, but I guess the work situation will not be like this.
It was precisely because we had nothing to ask for from each other that we revealed our truest sides. We talked a lot during this period. My friends blamed me for always talking about work. I laughed and said it was only because we are now peers. In fact, that’s not the case. When talking about other things, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hide my shallowness and lack of depth.
After dinner, I went for a walk, and happened to meet the Mid-Autumn Festival moon unexpectedly. The round, orange giant landed at the end of my eyes. We walked there, thinking it was a futile pursuit, but it turned out to be true. There is an illusion of proximity.
When I reached the end of the road, I heard the voice of a familiar singer. I followed the sound, but I didn’t expect it to be her. What was different from the feeling at the concert was that because it was a rehearsal, the whole venue was very quiet. It was dark everywhere. Only the place where she stood and the screen had light. On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, a sense of fate firmly gripped what I saw. This little part of the world.
I think of Sartre’s words, “It is absurd to crowd into the concert hall to watch performances. Music should be listened to alone.” I also think of the description of music in Chen Chuncheng’s novels. Those emotions that are difficult to describe in words are directly conveyed to people in music. .
Her voice has a power and absoluteness that surpasses Qianfan. Although the timbre is no different from when I listened to the tape twenty years ago, when it was about a girl who was indecisive about love, but now both her and myself have become Now I’m fighting against the world, instead of confronting the little girl in my heart who is trapped in love.
During the day, I wandered around an abandoned university campus. It was the Emei Campus of Southwest Jiaotong University. Once inside, it was empty and quiet, in stark contrast to the bustle 200 meters away. Later, I learned that there will be no more enrollment here in 2021. The lotus pond on campus and I both sighed. The universities, like young people, have gone to the city.
The damp mood is wandering gently in the wet campus. The moss on the ground and the fallen maple leaves bear witness to the farewell that will never come back. Unlike when school will always start after holidays, the eucalyptus tree will never return. We took a photo under the tree again. Couples can’t wait to see their parents sending their children away to study in college again.
I saw a statue of Yao Maoshu, the first person to float down the Yangtze River.
He was mentioned in a book I read recently, and I learned that he was an electronic classroom photographer at Southwest Jiaotong University during his lifetime. The love for the rivers of our country is innate and deep in our bones. Paying the price with our lives is also the destination of explorers. But I am wondering whether the wife of Yao Maoshu, who is now over 60 years old, will regret it. Didn’t you keep the four-month-old child in your belly?
On the second night in Emei, I watched Wang Chaoge’s “Only Mount Emei”. The director’s skill in manipulating light, shadow and sound must be excellent. With the “swastika”-shaped stage and the concrete clouds, all kinds of people under the sea of clouds, whether they are emperors or eunuchs, children or old women, are all walking the same path in the past and present lives. This also gives ordinary people like you and me the opportunity to overlook all living beings from the perspective of Buddha. I hope that although we start small, we can end with greatness.
The story of jumping off a cliff to commit suicide is a bit embarrassing, but the details of life depicted in it are resonant.
The man said: “Why are you always so open-minded?”
The woman replied: “We Sichuan women are just optimistic.”
At that moment tears fell worthless. No matter how difficult life is, you still have to get through it.
Being misunderstood is the fate of the expresser. I always feel that the director wanted to explore it more deeply but was pulled back. In the end, what was shown was that a group of viewers felt that it was boring to eat hot pot instead of understanding, and another group of viewers felt that they did not understand human nature. The entanglement is vividly expressed.
But I like the “husband-carrying” part in it. Li Bai and the great monks made me really believe that the world has been around for thousands of years, and that porters have existed for several lives. The similarities between porters in ancient times and migrant workers today would make the text more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, at least for me, the score would be higher.
I have just practiced for 30 years in this life, and my superficial Taoist practice is not enough for me to walk around the world with ease, so I have to return to the mountains and forests from time to time to recharge my energy before I can continue to travel around the world, kill monsters and upgrade.
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