Excerpts from Lin Qingxuan's Prose Collection

Lin Qingxuan, born in 1953, Kaohsiung City, Taiwan Province Province, China, is a famous contemporary writer, essayist, poet and scholar. The following is an excerpt from my Lin Qingxuan Prose Collection. Welcome everyone to have a look!

1. Every time I travel, I always bring a bottle of soil and water from my hometown, sometimes from the hotel in the guest area.

Looking closely, 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 has not only the love of my hometown, but also the blessing of my mother [object], which has been caring for me for a long time.

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.

3. "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 washes away, it is the reality of everything. If you can see this layer, it is not difficult to let go.

4, although impermanence, but also let us understand the heart of nature, know that impermanence has its beauty, think about it, why do most people in this world like real flowers, do not love 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 help saying 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. It is better to return to the present than to be tortured by yesterday.

5. 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.

6. We came to this world with tears in our eyes, played all kinds of roles, played all kinds of fake scripts, and finally left this world with tears in our eyes. Every evening when I am going home for a walk, I will fondly touch the hair of the sunset 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!"

7. 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!

8. A sunny window, when facing the changes of time and space, flies into the spring flowers, 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.

9. 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.

10, and the capital is the treasure of the town hall, the size can only be grasped, the beauty lies in jade, gentle and implicit; Beauty lies in 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.

1 1. 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.

12, occasionally open your eyes and look at the world of mortals. My poor body is a person in my eyes. How to say the beauty of epiphyllum? There are no flowers like Aaron. She spit out a beautiful net and stumbled, 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.

13, do you 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.

14. In real life, we stare, listen and meditate, which makes us see, listen, stop, move forward and March on a floating level. We often see it when we are in the shadow. 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.

15. Creators don't have to blow their own horn or sell themselves short. Painters leave colors to the earth, musicians leave sounds to the earth, and writers leave words to the earth ... because the earth is not deceptive or selfless, we can talk sincerely and it is worth completing with the strength of a lifetime. In our hearts, there must be something that can transcend limitations and penetrate life and death, just like the stars and the moon in the sky, illuminating the night. Although those transcendence and penetration come from personal feelings, if they are not echoed by the earth, they are not in harmony with the change of seasons, with the rise of the sun and the sinking of the moon, just like the pruning of roses, the roses will die at the moment of pruning.

16, 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 be grateful in your heart, and it will always be fragrant. 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.

17, 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 while, I found the beautiful yellow Butterfly Valley, where there are always thousands of butterflies, and I can find beautiful butterfly wings every time I go. 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 met a beautiful woman again, and the fire in our hearts was lit.

18, if the picture changes, we see a clear stream flowing through the valley. There is a long reed by the stream, and a beautiful purple dragonfly, flying from somewhere in the mountains, landed on 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.

19, his love, his charm and his happiness are equivalent things. In all the places he has never been and will never go, 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.

20. He sang 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 think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, no end and independence.

Tears streaming down her face! In the deepest place, this is the poet's great loneliness and the poet's desolate city.

2 1, I left Qishan River with sadness, as if I had left from my memory. The beauty that was once in my memory is gone now. 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 in the impeccable environment faded, getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared! 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.

22. Sometimes, when walking in the dark, the street becomes a thin alley. That kind of desolation, simplicity and meticulousness suddenly rises, and I really want to dance and make flowers. Once this feeling rises, it will grow into the distance with the lonely shadow under the moon, but the night has passed, and I find that the lost sword clusters in my bag are heroic and withered clouds, and there is no silence in the empty lane.

23. The separation of God is like a dark cloud before the rain covers infinitely. It tries to suppress and forget, but it flows silently in the veins of leaves mercilessly. 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.

24. I really don't believe this is a kind of pain. Maybe my sword has become dull. Maybe I am a book with the title page open. But when I struggled to read the text chapters in the book, I felt scared and surprised. I am afraid because there are too many sighs in the turned pages, but 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.

25. I only hope that there is a small boat with a heart 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.

26. Memories in life are like small hotels, where people ride post horses that keep running forward. Every time they turn around, the past will always become 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. By that evening, we will stay in another hotel.

27. 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.

28. 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.

29. 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!

30. I accompanied a lotus grower on a shuttle tour in his lotus field, watched him walk through a 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 rain. While waiting for next year's harvest, I think the most common thing in the world may be something we will never know, 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!

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Listen to Lin Qingxuan tell a story.

1. Opening humor. The host made great efforts to make the meeting quiet. It's Mr. Lin's turn to speak I saw him holding the microphone gently, trying his voice and asking lightly, can you hear me? Without waiting for an answer, he turned to ask, raise your hand if you can't hear? After a pause, he said slowly, oh, there is a classmate ... why did you raise your hand if you couldn't hear him?

2. the origin of the name. Mr. Lin said that he was the twelfth in the family. He didn't cry like other children when he was born, and there was a strange smile on his face. Dad was frightened, slapped him and cried. Dad thought it was strange, so he named him Lin Qingqiao, and his brother suggested changing it to Lin Qingqi. Later, I went to apply for an account, and the person in charge of the account felt bad. I dug up a martial arts novel by a Taoist priest in the Qing Dynasty and suggested that my father change it to Lin Qingxuan. There's Lin Qingxuan. Fortunately, it has changed. Otherwise, students will go to the bookstore to buy books today. When they see the author Lin Qingguai, who will buy them? Mr. Lin said with a wry smile.

3. Poor childhood. When I was a child, my family was too poor and there were too many stories about hunger. When eating, my father arranged all kinds of 18 bowls, adding one bowl, each bowl can only be half a bowl. When the children picked it up, most of them got dirty before eating. Why? If you are not careful, you are afraid of being robbed by others. The same is true for eating popsicles on a hot day. When you get the popsicle, you have to lick it with your tongue first, so that others will be embarrassed to rob you.

4. The dream of a young writer. Although the family is poor, let the children read more books. There is a ancestral home, and a couplet reads: faithfulness lasts forever, and poetry and books last forever. Horizontal batch: farming and studying. This is actually a farmer's dream. However, Lin Qingxuan Jr. soon fell in love with reading. Before his ancestral home, 12 years old, he read many good books at home and abroad, mainly China's classics. At the age of eight, he had a wish to become a writer, write articles and incorporate his articles into students' textbooks. One day my father asked him what he would do when he grew up. He said that if you write at home and send it out, people will send the money back. Hearing this, my father slapped him again and said angrily when he left: If there was such a good thing in the world, I would have done it long ago. Can it be your turn? ! Looking at my father's back, I remembered Zhu Ziqing's back, and I felt a sense of sadness.

5. Learn English stories. English classes were held in the school, and several teachers were recruited for a month's surprise training. English teachers have a knack for teaching. For example, in today's class, learn the word "today": today and, the teacher will ask students to write a Chinese character "dun" and repeat it. Learn the word "yesterday" the next day: Yesterday, the teacher asked everyone to mark the Chinese character "also a mound" and repeat it. Lin Qingxuan Jr. thought, "Tomorrow will still be a mound. It is so boring. Unexpectedly, another day, the teacher taught everyone the word "tomorrow", which turned out to be "dirt road". "Later, he finally figured it out: a person, it doesn't matter if it is a mound today, it doesn't matter if it was a mound yesterday, and you will pave a dirt road for yourself tomorrow.

6. Get out of your hometown. /kloc-at the age of 0/4, he began to go out of his hometown and study while working. He worked as a docker, a younger brother in a restaurant and killed pigs in a slaughterhouse. The most comfortable thing is working in a laundry. Remember to iron 100 pairs of trousers in the morning and 200 tops in the afternoon. At that time, I often worked during the day and read and wrote articles at night to continue my dream as a writer. /kloc-When he was 0/6 years old, the laundromat owner liked him and was going to marry his daughter, so he took the country girl to meet them. But the next day, Lin Qingxuan resigned and left because he still had a dream, because he had not met his own "Juliet".

7. I was admitted to the World News University. That is, this is a very humble university-it has been famous since I was admitted to the university-Mr. Lin said flatly. I remember that year, the school's admission score was 36 1, while Lin Qingxuan got 36 1.5. He is happy and curious. Who else came last? Later, I finally knew it was Zhang Yi, but who knew it was Zhang Yi. Later, I founded a famous glass workshop at home and abroad and became a famous arts and crafts artist. The score is not high, as long as you have a dream, you can succeed.

8. The secret of writing. The first is enthusiasm, love and determination to write. Only by maintaining this enthusiasm can we create miracles. Second, diligence. Primary school writes 500 words a day, junior high school writes 1000 words a day, senior high school writes 2000 words a day, and college writes 3000 words a day. For a time, I was the editor-in-chief of a magazine, and I wrote more than a dozen columns at the same time. There is a habit that there is always a notebook at the bedside. Before you go to bed at night, open it, think about the day, and write down what you see, hear, think, move and be excited. As long as you have this habit, you will be different after one month, especially after two years. Of course, he also has his own unique habits, such as insisting on writing with a pen. Only handwriting can inspire him. For example, you can think about ten books and write ten books at the same time. Wait a minute.

10. Students who come seventh in the class-17 are the easiest to succeed. This is an American research achievement, which is said to be supported by abundant data. Theoretically, this kind of person has the best interpersonal relationship, the least study pressure and the most creativity. Of course, Lin Qingxuan is a member of this circle. In high school, he was the 17th, and kept it well. There is a secret. There were only seventeen students in the class at that time.