Qinghuan

When I was young, I read a lot of nonsense written by Su Shi and liked it so much that I can still recite it today:

Slight cold due to drizzle and slanting wind,

Thin smoke and thin willows and sunny beaches.

It is a long way to the Huai River,

Snow foam milk flower floating afternoon lamp.

Polygonum antler wormwood shoot test spring plate,

Human taste is Qinghuan.

Next to this slogan, Su Shi wrote "Welcome to Nanshan for Liu Qianshi from Sizhou on November 24th, seventh year of Yuan Feng". It was true that Su Shi had gone to the suburbs with friends, and had drunk wine with snow and milk flowers, together with gongonum vegetables, Chinese fresh bamboo shoots, and sprouts of wild weeds and so on in spring! Then he exclaim: "Welcome! The main reason why I remembered this nonsense so much at that time was that I loved the latter sentence very much, because the ordinary pleasure of tasting wild vegetables is more delicious in the world. What is "clear pleasure"? Qing Huan is almost untransliterable. It can be said to be "light joy". This light joy comes from no other place than a love of quiet, sparse and simple life. When a person can taste the fragrance of wild vegetables over the taste of seafood, or a person in the roadside stones more attractive than diamonds, or a person listening to the sound of birds in the forest feel more moved than carrying a cage for a walk, or even realize that a quiet pot of oolong tea is better than a noisy dinner party to clean the mind... These are "Qinghuan".

Qinghuan is good, because it has no demand for life, is it does not pay attention to material conditions, only pay attention to the taste of the soul, "Qinghuan" realm is very high, it is different from Li Bai's "life in the world is not satisfied, the Ming Dynasty distributed boat" as self-exile; Or "Life must be happy, do not make the golden cup empty to the moon" that kind of joy. It is also different from Du Fu's "life is feeling tears, rivers and rivers are the ultimate" such sad thoughts, or "life does not meet, move like a participant; This evening after He evening, a total of this lamp candle "that helpless sigh.

We live in this world, there are thousands of lives. Wen Tianxiang's is "life since ancient times who have no death, keep the heart according to Han Qing", we can easily understand his fierce. Ouyang Xiu is "life is a fool, this hate is not related to the wind and the moon", we can appreciate his continuous love and hate. The nature of Nalan is that "one's love becomes less affectionate, but now he is not." It is not difficult for us to understand his helpless sorrow. Even like Wang Guowei's "life is only like the wind in front of the flocculus, joy is sporadic, sad is sporadic, all as a little ping!" The deep feeling of the impermanence of life can still be known.

But "Qinghuan" is difficult!

Especially living in modern people, there is almost no Qinghuan.

What do you mean by Qinghuan? We tried to take a long walk by the side of the road, but there was hardly a moment of pure silence in the day as the noise of a car and a car kept coming.

Too much oil, too much sauce, too much salt and monosodium glutamate have become the biggest features of Chinese food. Sometimes we are afraid of such greasy food, and specially ask the cook to cook a dish for nothing. When the dish comes out, it is a surprise because there is more salad crowded than the dish.

Sometimes we have nothing to do, and the mood is only suitable for making a cup of tea or drinking a cup of coffee with friends. Unfortunately, when we have the mood and friends, we can't find any place. The place with tea and coffee is always noisy, and it is difficult to find a place to enjoy the scenery while drinking tea.

There is no Qinghuan in the world, so go to the mountains! Go to the beach! However, the mountains and rivers are not pure, where people's footprints can go, there is garbage, there is foul, there is noise!

There are a few places I used to go, such as Baiyun Villa in Yangming Mountain, order a pot of orchid tea, looking down at the stacked tall buildings in the Taipei basin and human desire, drink tea by yourself, you can enjoy the tea. For example, there is a small lake on the side of the hill between Beitou and Yangming Mountain, where there are small tea vendors selling kungfu tea, small tea tables and rattan recliners. I drive there alone, walk through the flagstone path, order a pot of tea, and lean on the recliner quietly. Sometimes the lotus blossoms in the lake, which is really amazing, the silence of a mountain. At that time, I thought, this is probably the "human taste is happy".

Now I can't go to either place, and I'll be sad if I do. What was in the lake was not lotus flowers, but floating soda cans, and the pool could not lie still because there were more people than grass, and the flagstones had been trampled. On holidays, it's hard to walk without being jostled, let alone sitting down to have a cup of tea. If luck is worse, there will be bikers whizzing past, and young people dancing with their singing machines. Then all the senses and senses will go off.

It's getting harder and harder every day.

When I was a student, I had a friend who lived at the foot of Zhonghe Yuantong Temple. I often tripped and stumbled on a bus to find him. We would walk along the stone steps of the mountain without a speed, walk, sit, stop and look. It is as sweet as honey, and the fragrance of honey, gently with the taste of a flower, the heart has a kind of joy only spring can have.

Yuantong Temple is a temple made of solid stones, the black and strong stones sitting on the mountain like an immortal castle, the green trees, the breeze gently, we stood in the flagstone front yard, looking at the growing small town, then the temple is clear and quiet, let people feel that after walking such a high mountain road, can look at the distance from the platform, Is the pure joy in life.

Later, my friend got married and went abroad, so I went to the Yuantong Temple. The road had been opened up, and the car could go around the mountain, but the small road was no longer crowded with people. Right at the gate of the temple were full of vendors. There was a mother who beat her two children for not allowing them to eat sausages, and there was a shrill cry... I didn't even enter the gate of Yuantong Temple, and turned to leave in silence. The mountain was still the same and the temple was still the same. Why did I feel completely different? What is lost is Qinghuan.

Down the mood is unbearable, think of scattered friends, the mood is not sad, just melancholy, floating is a tie down and a poem, the word is Li Yu: "high-rise who and on, long remember autumn clear look. The past is as empty as a dream!" The poem is about Li Gou: "People talk about the setting sun everywhere, and everywhere you look, you can't see home; I hate Bishan, and Bishan is covered by twilight clouds!" It was dusk, a tragic orange really visible in the urban smoke-obscured sunset.

When I was twenty years old, in a bad mood, I went to ride the horses in the yard opposite the Youth Park. The horses were slow and tame, but they were tall and young, with smooth coats. When you squeeze it between your legs, it will purr forward like an arrow, and the hurried wind will pass by your ears. What I remember most is that when the horse was running, the grass mowed blue, green and thick with life juice. After a few laps, all the bad feelings dissipated in the wind, in the green grass, and in the roar of the horse.

Especially on winter mornings, when the horse stands there, with the REINS on, kicking its long legs, and there are wisps of white air in its nostrils, which go on for a long time, and when the horse's breath dies in the air, one seems to find some relief.

After riding the horse, go to the Youth Park to take a walk, walk to the shade of trees, cold and strong air floating in the forest, you can indulge, breathe deeply, taste the elements in the air, that element is nothing but Qinghuan.

One day recently, I suddenly thought of riding a horse, which I had not ridden for more than ten years. When I got to the riding course of the Youth Park, I was almost not frightened. There was no grass in the huge horse course, and the horse course without grass is probably only available in Taiwan. When the horse started to run, dust rolled up and filled the air with suffocating loess, blinding people. The horse is old, and his coat is tarnished.

The most terrible is, do not know when in the racecourse built a plastic shed, paved with cement floor, its ugly, inside is full of machine ponies, let people ride, its noisy. Why sacrifice the farm for a small profit?

Horses will always be something I know, people will change is something I know, and putting a robot horse where there is a real horse, and not a single grass where the horse runs is something I don't understand.

The Youth Park, just opposite the racecourse, was no longer a park. The people were more crowded and noisy than Ximen, the air was worse than a cafe, the trees were withered, the grass was yellow, and the sun was not shining. I walked through the park and thought of my youth

The park, heartache, let alone Qinghuan, just like the Buddhist sutra said "five turbid evil world"!

Born in this age, why "Qinghuan" so hard to find. Eyes to Qinghuan, can not find green mountains and green water; Ear to Qinghuan, can not find peace and harmony; Nose to Qinghuan, can not find clean air; Tongue to Qinghuan, can not find polygonum mushrooms and bamboo shoots; Body to Qinghuan, can not find a cool pure land; Meaning to Qinghuan, can not find the wisdom of the heart. If you want to enjoy happiness, the only way is to stay in your own little world, wash your mind, because the more material world we have, the more our light happiness is lost.

The joy of modern people is to smoke explosion, health care beer house to eat fried crickets; Is to the dark sky, the dark earth, the sun does not see the karaoke to sing; It is to go to the country shop, the wild chicken villa to drink a lot; As well as the narrow room to do the square city play, always repeat the touch card of an action... To think of these dirty and unproductive lives as joys, it should be rather sad. Why modern people can not live a life of Qinghuan, but to turbid for joy, to clear for bitter?

When a person to turbidity for joy, it is difficult to realize the clear taste of life, and in the joy has been done, turbidity heart again, the world is more and more tasteless.

This reminds me of another poem by Dongpo:

Pear flowers pale white willows deep green,

Willow flocculent flying flower city;

Melancholy southeast branch of snow,

How clear is life?

Su Shi looked at the pears outside the railing with the Donglan. When the city was full of catkins, the pears also opened everywhere. The pear in the Donglan stretched out from the deep green willow trees, as if it were beautiful as snow, with a kind of melancholy beauty. A little more wit is a little less elegance." "What is in the mountains? There are many white clouds on the ridge, only the son is happy, not able to hold the king, he is a first-class person."

What are the first-rate people?

The first class person is able to feel the taste of human beings in Qinghuan!

The first class person is in the muddy world, but also can find the taste of Qinghuan character!