Book Summary:
◆ Chapter 1 I and the Temple of Earth
> > I often feel that there is a taste of destiny in the middle of this: as if this ancient garden is to wait for me, and has waited there for more than four hundred years through all the vicissitudes of life.
>> One afternoon, fifteen years ago, I swung my wheelchair into the garden, which had everything ready for a lost soul
>> In the quiet light that filled the garden, it was easier for a person to see time and see himself.
>> In the densely populated city, there is such a peaceful place to go, like a painstaking arrangement of God."
>> A man, being born, it is no longer a debatable issue, but merely a fact handed over to him by God; and God, in handing over this fact to us, has by the way ensured its outcome, so that death is a thing that need not be rushed, and that death is a festival that is bound to come
>> Fear of how long to live has to be thought of it How long is like a devil or a lover who accompanies you all your life.
>> If the time of day corresponds to the four seasons, of course spring is morning, summer is noon, fall is dusk, and winter is night. If the seasons corresponded to musical instruments, I think spring would be the trumpet, summer the timpani, fall the cello, and winter the horn and flute.
>> Autumn is the wind chime ringing on the eaves of the ancient temple
>> I often thought it was the ugly girl who made the beauty. I often thought it was the fools who lifted up the wise men. I often thought it was the cowards that made the heroes. I often thought that it was the Buddha who was the subject of the Buddha's realization.
◆ Chapter 2 The year I turned twenty-one
>> I did make a wish to the gods when no one else was around, with my hands clasped together, out loud. It was only years later that I heard an unnamed philosopher say: "It's hard to be an atheist when you're critically ill. Nowadays, it is not worth arguing whether there is a god or not, but in the chaotic point of destiny, people will naturally ignore science and send a reverent prayer to the darkness of the night. Just as so far the best of human aspirations are not actually verified, but that aspiration is not therefore eliminated
>> The old man left I still look at the grass, where the sunlight slowly faded, detached, and condensed into a ray of lonely desolate red light step by step climbed up the wall, climbed up to the roof of the building ......
◆ Chapter 3 The Acacia Tree
>> I swung the car to duck out. Sitting in the quiet woods of the small park, I closed my eyes and wondered, Why did God call my mother back early? For a long, long time, confused, I heard the answer: "She was too bitter in her heart. God saw that she could not bear it any longer and called her back." I seemed to get a little comfort and opened my eyes to see that the wind was passing through the woods.
>> People sometimes just want to be alone for a while. Sadness becomes enjoyment.
> One day that child will grow up and think of his childhood, of the shadows of the swaying trees, of his own mother. He will run to see the tree. But he won't know who planted that tree or how it was planted.
◆ Chapter 4: Autumn's Nostalgia
>> That day I sat alone in the house again and watched the leaves brush down outside the window.
◆ Chapter 5 A Short Memory Under the Wall
>> Alone near the root of the wall, I walked back, the wall is long, long and desolate, the memory of the time when the street lamps were not yet lighted, and the faces of the pedestrians on the street were not clear.
>> The evening breeze is so gentle that one can not complain, but the soul seems to be blown away by it, floating up in the dusk and then disappeared into the wall. Pick up a tree branch, while walking in that wall gently scratching, brick cracks between the fine soil of a strand of pendant flow ...... click sent away, are rooted into the memory to brew the future of the problem.
>> Where there are people, there must be a wall. We are all in the walls. There are not many things that can be safely done in broad daylight. Tall, neatly organized buildings call to mind the library's catalog cabinets, where only God can go and pull open every little drawer, consult a billion secret histories of the mind, and see the dreams that break through the walls languish in their enclosures. And then there's death, which comes on schedule, reaches in, and draws lots for a few
>> We sometimes travel great distances - cars, trains, airplanes - as if to find a place where the walls are not visible: a wilderness, an ocean, a forest. place: the wilderness, the sea, the forest, or even the desert. But it may not be possible to escape. Walls are permanently in your heart, constructing fear and holding thoughts
>> In fact, secrets are already walls. Belly and eyelids are walls, fake smiles and pseudo-crying are walls, just because such walls are too soft and tired to get some solid and durable to encrypt
>> Not people have desires, but people that is desire.
>> To demand meaning is to demand the weight of life. All kinds of weight. All kinds of weights that are truly measured at the moment of hitting the wall. But many weights that are still light on the scales of death, scales balanced on the quasar of absurdity.
>> Don't extinguish the desire to break through the wall, or the snoring starts again. But accept the wall.
>> The old cypress tree stretches its branches a thousand years a day, the clouds walk in the sky, the birds fly in the clouds, the wind treads on the grass, and the weeds fall and take root from one generation to the next
>> Accept the crippling. Accept the suffering. Accept the wall. Crying and shouting are to escape it, anger and scolding are to escape it, compliments and kneeling or want to escape it
>> do not want to be the most thinking about the wall that stands on all sides; long time no one asked, remember the wall of the remnants of the
>> tiles between the growth of a few small trees.
>> Between the quiet wall and the silent me, the wildflowers swell with buds, the endless road extends between the endless wall, there are a lot of things to talk about it slowly, and write down the so-called writing.
◆ Chapter 6: Love Songs of the Yellow Earth
>> At that time, love was like a fugitive from justice, in the bright and open occasions nowhere to hide; the theater is not allowed, the book is not allowed, the song is not allowed. The word "love" was never found in Chinese songs at that time.
>> calmly think about the future, the romantic poetry also reveals a few points of hardship
>> hard life needs hope, vivid life needs love, countless days and counting the endless matters of the heart, have to talk about.
>> The history of a generation and a generation is different, which is the eternal guarantee of the generation gap. Ditch is not a bad thing, there are mountains and water, there is a ditch, if the earth is so flat and spreading, although I hope that all is good land but the fact that it is likely to be all desert
◆ Chapter 7 My Dreams
>> In fact, I am the second favorite soccer, the third like literature, the first like track and field
>> I hope that there is a body of a bodybuilding I want to have a healthy body and a soul that understands the meaning of life, and I want to have both. But while the former can be gifted by God, the latter has to be acquired on its own through a lot of hard work - how do I design my daydreams?
>> It was later revealed that Johnson's time of nine seconds and seventy-nine seconds was due to doping. What can we say about this? I saw this news in the newspaper: people in his Jamaican hometown said, "Whenever Johnson wants to come back, we will welcome him, no matter what he did wrong, he is a son of Jamaica." Those words touched me to the core.
> Shouldn't we show more compassion and love to those who have a handicap in their souls than to those who have a handicap in their limbs?
◆ Chapter 8 Good Luck Designs
> > If you have too many regrets in this life, and if your emotions are calmed or numbed during your bad luck, and especially after it, you may want to be alone for a while, smoke a cigarette, and think about the afterlife.
> In your young age she just took you away, walking in the house, walking on the street, walking to the market, walking to the countryside, it is rare that she gives you any order, never purposefully give you a direction. Walk and walk and you will love her, walk and walk and you will love the world she loves.
>> But at the moment the universe is spinning, is speeding, is singing and dancing, is with the help of the stars, with the help of the light of the day, enjoying its way, enjoying the collapse after the immortal murmur, enjoying the explosion after the brilliant aria, enjoying the pursuit and waiting, this is lucky, this is the real luck, precisely before the death of the waves of the wave of the wave of the wave of the wave of the wave of the wave of the wave of the wave, the brilliant burning is the lucky person to get heaven. The burning of the lucky is the unique opportunity for the lucky.
>> Without pain and suffering you can't feel happiness strongly, by the way. That's just comfort just mediocrity, not good luck not happiness, that's right.
>> Lost and found after the disaster, now you are really a happy person. Bitterness is sweet, yes, and that's the most crucial good luck of all.
>> Bitterness and sweetness to come, yes, as long as it is bitterness and sweetness to come in fact how to do, born sick ah, lost love ah, to eat ah, get beaten ah (don't beat up the bad), be copied ah, sit in the wrong prison ah, as long as the bitterness and sweetness to come in fact is not a bad thing. I'm afraid that the bitter is not enough, the sweet does not come.
>> In fact, there is no need for any sweet, the bitter end is also very sweet.
>> Happiness is not a time to give enough, a happiness can maintain how long this is not good to calculate, but the days are certainly longer than it, longer than it is, but always have to rely on it. So you can not lose the distance, can not have new expectations and pursuits, you lose the distance will be a moment without the road, a moment without the expectations and pursuits will be a moment to lose interest and vitality, then we are bound to give up, that the shadow will lose no time and with boredom, with tedium, with boredom and numbness to pester you, to disgust you, while burying our "good luck! The design.
>> Fate has settled the score with you at the end (it always breaks even)
>> You are in a desperate situation of purpose, but realizing, appreciating, and enjoying the process of the wonderful, you will send the desperate to the desperate. Dreams mesmerize you, and distance becomes joy; pursuit enriches you, and failure and success are accompaniments
>> When life proves its worth in the form of beauty, happiness is enjoyment, and pain is enjoyment.
>> Process! Yes, the meaning of life is that you can create the beauty and splendor of this process, the value of life is that you can calmly and excitedly appreciate the beauty and tragedy of this process.
◆ Chapter 9 Memories and Impressions 1
>> Nearby is a row of green elm dwarf wall, over the elm dwarf wall in the distance there are two large date palms, date palms withered and black branches set into the blue sky, date palms under the window gallery of the surroundings are quiet. --The first meeting with the world is like this, simple, but impressive.
>> It is quite possible that both life and death depend on nothing more than observation, on how far or how near the observation is. For example, while a star hundreds of thousands of light years away from us is actually long extinguished, it is spending its youth in our field of vision.
>> The winds passed through the woods, carrying away the cries of sparrows and gray magpies. The sound of the bells is steady, melodious, floating, connecting the evening sun and the early moon, expanding to the depths of the sky, or the end of the earth ......
> > The hometown of man is not just a specific piece of land, but a vast and incomparable mood, not limited by space and time; once this mood is aroused, that is, you have been The first thing you need to do is to go back to your hometown.
◆ Chapter 11 Missing the Earth
> Who? Who else? Me, myself.
>> Writing, what a way to go, a road after a road.
>> The zero degree of writing is the starting point of life, the place where writing starts from is the inherent difficulty of life, and the final search of writing is the soul's initial outlook
>> It has become an investment of status or position, it should not laugh at the clamor, and it has already joined the clamor.
>> I had noticed their strength, but in missing, I saw that the virtue of all things lies more in tenderness.
>> I once wrote "if there is a garden god", now I think, it is those old cypress trees; thousands of years, they look at the wind and rain, look at the sun and the moon away from the world of change, the shade of all the memories only offer, at any time, to remind you of the dream of the long distance.
>> but tenderness is the recognition of love, just as renunciation is the antidote to clamor
◆ Chapter 12: Rotary asks for the way (generation trek)
>> Van Gogh's letter to Theo contains these words: "I am a stranger to the earth, which hides a lot of things that have been asked of me", and "In fact, there are many demands on me. ", "In fact we cross the earth, we just experience life", "We come from far away and go to far away places ...... we are pilgrims and strangers on earth ".
>> Nietzsche said "to love fate". To love destiny is the realm of love.
>> Love of destiny is love of God - God created an infinite variety of destinies, and if you happen to this one is not heart, you hate him? "Love of destiny" is also love of all beings - if that kind of destiny is not heart in the turn of others, you will be relieved how?
>> Van Gogh said "experience life", is clearly implied: this a strange place, but the soul of the journey in a landscape, an encounter, the future of the road as well as the infinite question.
? Note: When reading this book, I often can't help but think - is the Temple of Earth really just that Temple of Earth? The answer is obviously no, it is a spiritual habitat, just like, I loved to go to the rooftop of the bird when I was small. Sitting on the stone benches, quietly listening to the birdsong, my little head was filled with a thousand curiosities about this wonderful "language". The Temple of Earth is such a quiet place, such a place where the author's mind is willing to rest forever, just like the heart of each of us that belongs to their own "secret world", the Temple of Earth with the unique sound of nature to soothe the hearts of people who come here to seek silence.
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