Prose Suitable for Copying (Thirty Excerpts from Lin Qingxuan's Prose)

Lin Qingxuan, born in 1953, Kaohsiung City, Taiwan Province Province, China, is a famous contemporary writer, essayist, poet and scholar.

His pen names are Qin Qing, lin li, Lin Dabei, Lin Wanti, Cheyenne, Qing Xuan and Yuan Ting. The famous essay "Rhododendron in Chattanaka". The article "Race against Time" and "Redwood" were selected into the primary Chinese textbooks of People's Education Press and Beijing Normal University Press. 1953 was born in Qishan, Kaohsiung City, Taiwan Province Province, China. Graduated from the School of World Journalism in Taiwan Province Province, China. He used to be an overseas reporter of China Times, an economic reporter of Business Times and the editor-in-chief of Time magazine in Taiwan Province Province. He is one of the most prolific writers in Taiwan Province Province, and he has won the most literary awards. He is also known as one of the "Eight Great Writers of Contemporary Prose".

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Every time I travel, I always bring a bottle of soil and water from my hometown. Sometimes when I take it out of the hotel in the guest area, I feel that the gray-black soil and water are beautiful and full of strength.

The soil and water in our hometown nourish us and make us grow into indomitable men. Even if you are wandering in Wan Li, you can be full of tenderness and deep affection on a lonely foreign night. That bottle of water and soil, not only has the love of my hometown, but also my mother's blessing, has been taking care of me for a long time.

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The sound of wind chimes is beautiful and long. I don't sound like a bell at all, but music. Wind chimes are the music of the wind, which makes us feel cool in summer and warm in winter. The wind has no image, no color and no sound, but the wind chimes make the wind have an image, a color and a sound.

For the wind, wind chimes are perception, observation and touching. Every time, listen to the wind chimes and feel the existence of the wind. At this time, I feel that our life flows like the wind, which is almost difficult to master. Therefore, we need the wind chimes in our hearts to perceive the flow of life, to observe the content of life, and to be moved by the accidental encounter between life and life. With wind chimes, although the wind has blown, it still leaves a wonderful sound. With the wind chime of the heart, even if life has passed, it will leave a touching trace. Every time the wind blows, every step of the years will be so real.

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"Writing your troubles on the beach" is the most important key for meditators, that is, "letting go". Our troubles come from persistence. In fact, persistence is like writing in the sand. When the sea is washed away, emptiness is the truth of everything. If you can see this layer, it is not difficult to let go.

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Although love parting is impermanent, it also makes us realize the heart of nature and know that impermanence has its beauty. Think about it. Why do most people in this world prefer real flowers to plastic flowers? Because real flowers will wither and make people feel kind. On the coast of life and death, we said goodbye, but we couldn't go to never say goodbye. This is the biggest dilemma for people. However, life is time, and neither can be reversed. Instead of stumbling and hating stones, it is better to walk carefully from today. Instead of being tortured by yesterday's irreparable love separation, it is better to return to the present.

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The disappearance of karma does not necessarily make people cry, but the reluctance, persistence and greed for karma will inevitably make people cry like the sea. Impermanence is an inevitable process of time and space, which forces us to lose our young, precious and halo years. It is a feeling of regret and helplessness. However, if impermanence leaves a painful lesson because of human negligence, it can be hated and disgusted.

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We came to this world with tears in our eyes, played various roles, played various fake scripts, and finally left this world with tears in our eyes. Walking at dusk every day, when I am going home, I will touch the hair of the sunset with gratitude and say some words of praise and gratitude.

Appreciate the lack of this world, let us be alert not to fall. Thanks to the pollution in this city, we have the wisdom to pursue cleanliness. Thanks to those seemingly ignorant flower trees, let us know ourselves deeply. Even if living conditions can only be like animals, people should not be as impersonal, calm, gentle and dignified as animals. In the suffering of China, the reason why China people have not lost their essence really comes from this simple idea: "People should live like individuals!"

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When it rains, I often pray like this:

I hope the tears in the world will not fall like rain in the sky.

I hope the rain in the sky will not be as dirty as the tears on the earth.

I hope everyone can have a sunshade to resist the wind and rain of life.

I hope everyone can become a clean person because of the rain cleaning.

The fragrance of men with blooming wisdom will pervade the whole world, regardless of the seasonal range. A person who cultivates the qualities of prudence, decisiveness and wisdom from within can exude the fragrance of personality even in adversity!

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A sunny window, when facing the change of time and space, flowers fly in spring and there are spring flowers; Fireflies float in, there are fireflies; Introduce autumn sounds, autumn sounds come; If you invade the winter cold, there will be winter cold. Love comes in and there is love, and sorrow comes in and there is sorrow. Anything that comes out of our sunshine window can make us experience the profound taste of life more truly.

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I believe in numerology, but I don't believe that nailing four copper coins at the foot of the bed can guarantee a happy marriage and grow old together. I believe in geomantic omen, but I don't believe that hanging a wind chime and putting a fish tank can make people prosperous in wealth and career.

I believe that there is some mysterious correspondence between people and the environment, but I don't believe that a person can make a thing succeed or fail by taking his left foot or his right foot first when walking. I believe that there are countless sentient beings living with us in this world besides people, but I don't believe that burning incense and worshiping Buddha every year will lead to peace and happiness. I believe that there is incredible karma between people, but I don't believe that good karma can mature without any effort. I believe that reincarnation, karma and karma can make a person rise or fall, but I don't believe that we can rise or fall with the help of a stranger's fortune telling.

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White jade, bitter gourd and jade cabbage are the treasures of the town hall of the National Palace Museum in Taipei. White jade and bitter gourd are beautiful in jade, moist and implicit; The beauty of cabbage lies in its ingenious thinking and meticulous spirit. "There are so many sufferings in the world, and the only compensation is a little joy and suspense in life." Isaac singer said.

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When the lemon flowers are in full bloom, I walk through the lemon garden, and the rich fragrance of flowers always fascinates me. Among all the flowers, lemon flower is the sweetest, with thick honey; But among all fruits, lemon fruit is the most sour, and its acidity is better than vinegar.

This vague feeling makes me obsessed with lemon flowers. Looking at the pure white of five leaves and one flower, the light yellow was born, and some even drew thin purple piping to let the sweetness of flowers flow into my chest and abdomen.

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I open my eyes to see the world of mortals, but my poor body is in my eyes. How to say the beauty of epiphyllum? There are no flowers like Aaron. She spit out a beautiful net and caught our eyes, making us unwilling to move for a second. Her fragrance, if compared with other fragrances, is an insult to Epiphyllum. The 20-square-meter-long garden is all over the garden, and the fragrance is still flowing out.

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Do you also know the truth about running water and the moon? The water has been flowing, but it has not really disappeared; The moon is full, but it doesn't rise or fall at all. From the perspective of change, heaven and earth are changing every blink of an eye; From an unchanging point of view, everything and I are infinite. Between change and invariability, affection is sad, affection is lost, and affection is sad, all of which are born of change.

However, if the eyes are as big as the moon, sad, lost and sad, aren't they seashells by the sea? The shell died, but it left shape, color and beauty. This is somewhat like what the Zen master said: "My heart is as hot as fire, and my eyes are as cold as ash". My heart will always be warm, close, staring and feeling everything in life, but it will be turned into words. It seems that I have a pair of calm eyes, which retreated, flew away and came back to see all this peacefully.

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In real life, we stare, listen and meditate, which makes us see, listen, stop and walk on a floating level. Usually when we close our eyes and disappear, we see it. When the words were silent and vague, I heard them. It becomes clear when we clear our minds and stop thinking about it.

Affection is ruthless, separation is at the time of meeting, and extraordinary is ordinary, ah! Which river doesn't find its way out in the barrier of heavy mountains? If the ideal is a river, it will find its direction freely in the valley; If the heart echoes with the heart, it will be like a sword hanging from the treetops, which will be found by the people who are destined to be. Life is complicated and boring. Creation is a simple and great thing. Look at life from creation, don't get stuck in the river, always think about the scenery by the river. Look at creation from life, don't grasp the sky, but really become the sky.

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Beautiful creation is not pruning roses, but going into the countryside to see those blooming roses. If you can catch a glimpse of the soul of the rose, the rose will never fade in your heart and will be fragrant forever. If on a certain spring day, the shape of pen and ink, roses will go beyond the limitations and penetrate life and death! The plum blossom by Xiyan Lake is the plum blossom of the earth.

The faint ink is the soul of plum blossoms left on the earth! We are uneasy because we are incomplete. We are incomplete because we are lonely and trapped. If we open a spiritual rhinoceros with the earth, we will walk out of loneliness, we will be complete, and we will be quiet, at least, at the moment of creation.

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I especially like butterflies, moths, dragonflies and damselflies. They look so chic and free, with slender and beautiful wings. But I don't have the heart to kill them. I only look for newly dead butterfly wings and transparent ones in grass slopes and Woods.

Dragonflies spread their wings and carefully sandwiched them in their own thick paper. For a time, I found that there were always thousands of butterflies in the beautiful Yellow Butterfly Valley, and I found beautiful butterfly wings every time I went there. Memory is unreliable, and forgetting can be beautiful. Literati are different from scientists. Instead of looking for a panacea to increase memory, the literati let the memory stay naturally, write it down in words, or engrave it in their hearts, ready to meet by chance at any time. When you meet a beautiful woman ten years ago, there will be two beautiful women. When you meet the goodness of twenty years ago, there will be double goodness.

When I first met Beauty, I was a teenager. Beauty would meet me, nod, smile, lose my body, fly into the flowers like wings and flee to the sky. Many years later, we have recognized the grass outside the door, tasted the sweet and refreshing breath, heard the sound of deep sigh, and walked through the long and lighted lights in the dark. At this time, we meet beauty again, and the fire in our hearts is lit.

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If the picture changes, we see a clear stream flowing through the valley. There is a long reed and a beautiful purple dragonfly beside the stream, flying from somewhere in the mountain and landing gracefully at the reed tip. If there was a camera at that time, it would immediately leave a beautiful image; If you have a pen and paper, you can write down that moment.

Because the dragonfly of thought won't stay long, it flies away as it came. The rainbow makes us bright, but it won't stay for more than a quarter of an hour. It forces us to put everything down and look up to it, otherwise, it will mercilessly put us down. The arrival of the soul is also like a rainbow after the rain. It won't stay for a quarter of an hour. If you don't leave it at once, it will fly away soon. As long as circumstances permit, the poet will be attached to some trees, the sea, the hillside or some colorful snow for a short time in his life.

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His love, his charm and his happiness are equal. In all places he has never been, he will never go, and he will never meet strangers. At dusk, although he smiled like an apprentice, he was a gentle passer-by. When the bread was baked, he said goodbye decisively.

The singing of birds is a surprise to the branches in the morning. The first light lingers between the repressed curse and the magnificent love. You should be grateful to those who don't care about your responsibilities. You are as good as him. Just be humble about love. If you die, you still have love. If we live in the brilliance of lightning, it is an eternal heart.

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He is singing the desolate city in his heart! The city outside, sometimes prosperous, sometimes desolate, the little lonely city inside! Although there are ups and downs, there is always a lonely Taiwan Province, where, before me, are those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? I thought of heaven and earth, no limit, no end, I was alone, and my tears fell! In the deepest place, this is the poet's great loneliness and the poet's desolate city.

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I left Qishan Creek with sadness, as if I had left from my memory. The beauty that was once in my memory has now disappeared. The taro field sprouting from wet soil is yellow. The banana plantation swaying in the breeze collapsed.

Coconut trees standing upright in the country are scattered all over the floor. Even the light blue morning glory in the impeccable environment has withered, getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappearing! Listen carefully, as long as you have a little heart, you will hear the sobs of the river! Listen carefully, as long as there is a trace of conscience, you will hear the sigh of the land! Even if people who dump poisonous water are shot thousands of times, the old view of river water and land will never be restored.

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Sometimes when you walk in the dark, the street will become a thin alley, and that kind of desolation and simplicity suddenly arises spontaneously, and I really want to dance with the sword flower. Once this feeling rises, it will grow into the distance with the lonely shadow under the moon, but the night has passed, and I will find that the sword cluster that has been lost in the bag is a heroic and dry cloud, which is gloomy in the silent sadness of the empty lane.

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God's separation is like a dark cloud before the rain, which hangs endlessly, tries hard to suppress and forget, but flows silently in the veins without mercy. Or have waited too many nights, or to test the strength of feelings. The sadness of parting flashed from your eyes. Under the unintentional blue sky, I cried out my love with tears, and my heart trembled at every level.

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I really don't believe this is a kind of pain. Maybe my sword has become dull. Maybe I'm a book with the title page open. But when I carefully studied the text chapters in the book, I felt scared and surprised. I am afraid because there are too many sighs in the turned pages, and I am surprised because there are wonderful unknowns in the later chapters. Knowing that the road you are taking is an inappropriate one, it is difficult to cover up their shortcomings with tiny feelings.

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I only hope that there is a ship with brains at the bottom of this clear lake. There are mountains outside the lake, the sea outside the mountain, and the noisy world overseas. But I don't want to pay attention to it, because even the ripples here are calm. I can lie in a deep sleep, I can turn every star into light, I can condense every breath of air into a breeze, all the luxuries are hidden overseas in Yunshan, and true spring floats faintly from the bottom of the lake when there is moonlight.

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Memories in life are like small hotels, where people ride post horses that keep running forward. Every time they turn around, the past is always a hotel far away from them. All the joys and pains, all the precipitation and passion, and even all the successes and failures are in those hotels, and we will stay in another hotel that night.

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Occasionally walking on the sidewalk, I suddenly saw a sunset hanging at the end of the street far away. At this time, I will think that such a beautiful sunset really indicates that the day is coming to an end. Occasionally walking along a road, I saw the dead branches of kapok, standing alone in dark brown, with a bleak posture. At this time, I will think, kapok has fallen again, and how many times will life see the beautiful kapok open?

Occasionally sit in a coffee shop on the side of the road and watch the green light come on. An old lady in plain clothes, holding her little granddaughter, is crossing the road in a hurry. At this moment, I will think that the old woman used to be a girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, and that girl will one day become an old woman holding her granddaughter.

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It is not so difficult to seek wisdom in the world. The most important thing is to make our own soft hearts soft enough to see a petal falling in a flower, which makes us tremble because we know its meaning. Only soft can be sensitive; Only when we are soft can we tolerate it; Only soft can be exquisite; Only its softness can surpass itself, and even when we are injured, we can tolerate our wounds.

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The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, the vastest sea is soft, the boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are the softest! Our inner softness can be more beautiful than petals, greener than grass, wider than the ocean, more boundless than the sky and more comfortable than clouds. Softness is the most powerful and lasting. Let's open a soft and clean lotus of wisdom in a humble and muddy world!

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I accompanied a lotus grower to inspect his lotus field, watched him walk through the lotus field covering an area of one square yard, and told me how to plant lotus, how to irrigate it, how to plant it, how to harvest it, and how to avoid the wind and disaster. While waiting for next year's harvest, I think one of the most common things in the world may never be known to us, even if it is as small as a lotus seed.

Standing on the lotus field, watching the sun shine on the lotus field, I think that "leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain" is probably a realm that lotus people can't enjoy, because when the lotus is residual, they will sow again. Lotus leaves in the field sit together, stand together and interweave in the field. Let's praise the beauty of lotus leaf with some ethereal poems, and never compare with those lotus farmers who write poems on the lotus leaf with years and sweat!