Prose suitable for copying (30 selected excerpts from Lin Qingxuan’s prose)

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

The pen names include Qin Qing, Lin Li, Lin Dabei, Lin Wanxi, Xia'an, Qingxuan, Yuanting, etc. The famous prose "The Cuckoo of Chataka". The articles "Race against Time" and "Mahogany" were selected into the primary school Chinese textbooks of the People's Education Press and Beijing Normal University Edition. Born in 1953 in Qishan, Kaohsiung, Taiwan Province, China. Graduated from Taiwan World Journalism College. He once served as a reporter for the overseas edition of Taiwan's "China Times", an economic reporter for "Business Times", and editor-in-chief of "Times Magazine". He is the most prolific writer in Taiwan and the one who has won the most literary awards. He is also known as one of the "Eight Great Contemporary Prose Writers".

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Every time I travel, I always carry a bottle of water and soil from my hometown. Sometimes when I am in a hotel in a guest area, I take out the bottle of water and soil and look at it, and I feel that The gray-black water and soil are very beautiful and full of power.

The water and soil of our hometown nurture us and make us grow into men who stand tall and upright. Even if we are thousands of miles away, we can still be full of tenderness and magnanimity on lonely foreign nights. That bottle of water and soil contains not only the love of my hometown, but also my mother’s blessing. This blessing lasts forever and has always taken care of me.

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The sound of the wind chimes is beautiful and long. It doesn’t sound like ringtones at all to me, but music. Wind chimes are the music of the wind, which makes us feel cool when listening to them in summer and warm when listening to them in winter. Wind has no image, color, or sound, but wind chimes give the wind an image, color, and sound.

For wind, wind chimes are awareness, observation and emotion. Every time, I listen to the wind chimes and feel the existence of the wind, then I feel that our life flows like the wind, which is almost difficult to grasp. Therefore, we need the wind chimes in our hearts to be aware of the flow of life and observe life. The content, moved by life and the chance meeting of life. With wind chimes, even though the wind has blown, it still leaves behind a beautiful sound. With the wind chime of the heart, even if life passes by, it will leave touching traces. Every time the wind blows, every step of the years will exist so truly.

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"Write your troubles on the beach", this is the most important key for Zen practitioners, which is "let go". Our troubles come from persistence. In fact, persistence is like writing The words written on the sand will flow away as soon as the sea water washes away. The emptiness of dependent origination is the reality of everything. If you can see this level, it will not be difficult to let go.

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Although love and separation are impermanent, it also makes us realize the heart of nature and know that impermanence has its beauty. Think about it, why most people in this world are Do you like real flowers but don’t like plastic flowers? Because real flowers will wither and make people feel friendly. On the shore of the cycle of life and death, we say goodbye, but we must say goodbye. This is the biggest dilemma for human beings. However, life is time, and neither can be reversed. Rather than falling and resenting the stone, it is better to look at your feet when walking from today, rather than being beaten. Tortured by the separation of yesterday's irreplaceable love, it would be better to return to the present.

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The disappearance of karma may not necessarily make people cry, but the reluctance, persistence, and greed for karma will definitely make people shed a sea of ??tears. Impermanence is the inevitable process of time and space. It forces us to lose our young, precious, and haloed years. It is a regretful and helpless feeling. However, if impermanence is caused by human negligence and leaves a painful lesson, it is hateful and disgusting.

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We came into this world crying, played various roles, performed various false scripts, and finally left this world crying. Every day after my evening walk, when I am about to return home, I touch Sunset’s hair with gratitude and say some words of praise and gratitude.

Be grateful for the shortcomings of this world, which keep us alert and prevent us from falling. Thank you for the pollution in this city that gives us the wisdom to pursue purity. Thanks to those seemingly ignorant flowers and trees that enable us to understand ourselves deeply.

Even if the living conditions can only be like that of animals, people should not live like animals and lose their affection, calmness, gentleness and dignity. Amidst the sorrow and misery of China's past dynasties, the reason why the Chinese people have not lost their essence actually comes from this simple The thought: "People should live like a human being!"

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On rainy days, I often pray like this:

I wish the world would shed tears. , it won’t rain as hard as the rain from the sky.

I hope the rain from the sky will not fall as dirty as the tears on earth.

I hope everyone can have a sunny umbrella to withstand the wind and rain of life.

I hope that everyone can become a pure person because of the cleansing of rain.

The fragrance of a person who blossoms in wisdom will permeate the whole world and will not be limited by the scope of the season. A person who develops the qualities of precepts, concentration, and wisdom within himself can spread the fragrance of personality even in adversity!

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A clear window in front of you In the change of time and space, when spring flowers fly in, there are spring flowers; when fireflies float in, there are fireflies; when autumn sounds come in, there are autumn sounds; when winter cold invades, there is winter cold. When love breaks in, there will be love; when sadness breaks in, there will be sadness. Whenever anything comes to our eyes, it can allow us to experience the deep taste of life more truly.

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I believe in numerology, but I don’t believe that nailing four copper coins to the foot of the bed can guarantee a happy marriage and a long life together. I believe in Feng Shui, but I don’t believe that hanging a wind chime or setting up a fish tank can make a person prosperous in wealth and career.

I believe that there are some mysterious correspondences between people and the environment, but I do not believe that whether a person steps on the left foot or the right foot first when walking can make a thing successful or fail. I believe that in addition to humans, there are countless sentient beings living with us in this world, but I don’t believe that burning incense and worshiping can lead to peace of mind and good luck every year. I believe that there are incredible karma between people, but I don’t believe that good karma can mature without any effort. I believe that reincarnation, cause and effect, and karma can make a person rise or fall, but I do not believe that relying on a stranger's fortune telling and luck change can make us rise or fall.

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Both white jade bitter melon and jade cabbage are the treasures of the Taipei National Palace Museum. They are both large and small and can only be held in the palm. The beauty of white jade bitter melon lies in its jade quality, which is gentle and subtle; the beauty of jade cabbage is In ingenuity, the spirit lies in meticulousness. "There is so much suffering in the world, and the only compensation is the small joys and small suspense in life." Isaac Singer said.

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When lemon flowers are in full bloom, I walk through the lemon garden, and the rich fragrance of the flowers always makes me confused. Among all flowers, lemon flowers are the sweetest, with a thick honey flavor; but among all fruits, lemon fruit is the most sour, and its sourness is stronger than vinegar.

This feeling of confusion made me unable to help but look closely at the lemon blossoms. Among the pure white flowers and five leaves, there are tender yellows, and some are even painted with flowers. The thin purple piping allows the sweetness of the flowers to flow into my chest and abdomen.

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Occasionally, I look down upon the world of mortals, but I am pitiful as a person in my eyes. How can I describe the beauty of Epiphyllum? It is incomparable to flowers. She spits out a beautiful web and catches our eyes, making us reluctant to move away for a second. Her fragrance, if compared with other fragrances, would be an insult to Epiphyllum. The garden of twenty square meters was completely filled, and the fragrance still flowed out densely.

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Do you also know the truth about flowing water and the moon? The water keeps flowing, but it does not really disappear; the moon waxes and wanes, but does not wax or wane at all. From the perspective of change, the world is changing every blink of an eye; from the perspective of change, everything and I are infinite. Between change and immutability, there is sadness when there is emotion, loss when there is emotion, and sadness when there is emotion. These are all born of change.

However, if the eyes are as big as the moon and the sky, with sadness, loss, and sorrow, wouldn’t they be like shells on the seashore? The shells are dead, but the shape, color and beauty are left behind.

This is a bit like what the Zen Master said: "My heart is as hot as fire, and my eyes are as cold as ashes." My heart is always enthusiastic, close, watching, and feeling about everything in life, but when it is turned into words, it seems to have a pair of eyes that are calm and observing. , retreat, fly away, and come back to see all this plainly.

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In real life, we stare, listen, and meditate, which makes us see, listen, stop, and then move forward, marching on a surface level. Often we only see it when we close our eyes and the form disappears. It was only when the words were silent and the words were lost that I could hear them. It becomes clear when we empty our thoughts and stop thinking about them.

Love is in ruthlessness, separation is in the encounter, extraordinary is in the ordinary, ah! Which river does not find a way out in the obstacles of mountains? If ideal love is a river, it will be free Find your way in the valley; if your heart resonates with your heart, it will be found by the destined person like a sword hanging on the treetops. Life is complicated and complicated. Creation is a simple yet great thing. When looking at life from the perspective of creation, don’t fall into the river, but always think about the scenery by the river. Looking at creation from the perspective of life, don’t catch the sky, but truly become the sky.

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Beautiful creation is not about pruning roses, but about going into the countryside to see the blooming roses. If you can catch a glimpse of the spirit of the roses, Roses in my heart will never thank you and will always remain fragrant. If on a certain spring day, the shape of the pen and ink, the rose transcends limitations and penetrates life and death! The plum blossoms beside the inkstone washing pool are the plum blossoms of the earth.

The light ink marks are exactly the essence of plum blossoms left on the earth! We are not peaceful because we are incomplete. We are incomplete because we isolate ourselves. If we open up a little connection with the earth, we will get out of our loneliness, we will be complete, and we will be peaceful, at least at the moment of creation.

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I especially like butterflies, noctuids, dragonflies and damselflies. They look so free and free, with thin and beautiful wings. But I couldn't bear to kill them, so I could only look for the freshly dead ones on the grassy slopes and woods. There were butterfly wings and transparent dragonfly wings of various colors.

I carefully clipped them onto the ones I made. Thick paper and thin lining. For a while, I discovered that the Yellow Butterfly Green Valley in Meinong always gathered thousands of butterflies. Every time I went there, I could pick up beautiful butterfly wings. Memory is unreliable, and forgetting can be beautiful. Writers are different from scientists. Writers do not look for magic potions to increase memory, but let memories stay naturally, recorded in words or engraved on the heart, ready for chance encounters at any time. If you meet the beauty of ten years ago, you will have twice the beauty; if you meet the goodness of twenty years ago, you will have double the goodness.

The first time I met beauty, I was still a young and inexperienced boy. Beauty would meet me, nod, smile, turn around, fly like wings into the flowers, and escape in the sky. Many years later, we have recognized the green grass outside the door, tasted the sweet and refreshing breath, heard the sound of deep sighs, walked through the long road in the dark with lights lit, and now met beauty again, and the fire in our hearts was ignite.

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If the scene changes, we see a clear stream flowing through the valley. There is a horizontal reed beside the stream and a beautiful purple dragonfly. It flew from some corner of the mountain stream and landed gracefully on the tip of the reed. If there had been a camera at that time, beautiful images would have been captured instantly; if there had been paper and pen, I could have written down the momentary scene.

Because the dragonfly of thoughts does not stay long, it flies away as gracefully as when it came. The rainbow brightens our eyes, but it does not stay there for more than a quarter of an hour. It forces us to put down everything to look up to it, otherwise, it will mercilessly put us down. The arrival of the soul is like the rainbow after the rain. It will not stay for a quarter of an hour. If you don't leave it immediately, it will fly away quickly. During the poet's life, as long as circumstances permit, he will be temporarily attached to certain trees, the sea, the hillside, or some kind of colorful snow.

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His love, his charm, his happiness, had an equivalent, in all the places he had never been, where he would never go, he You won't meet strangers there.

At dusk, although he smiled like an apprentice, he was a polite passerby who said goodbye decisively when the bread was baked.

The song of the birds is surprising in the morning branches. The first ray of light hesitates between a painful curse and a magnificent love. Be grateful to someone who doesn't care about your responsibilities. You are as good as him. Just be humble to love. If you die, you still have love. If we live in the light of lightning, that is the eternal heart.

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He must be singing about the desolate city in his heart! The outer city is sometimes prosperous and sometimes desolate, but the small lonely city in the heart has its ups and downs. , but there is always a piece of joyless Youzhou Terrace. There are no ancients in front and no newcomers in the future. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone with sadness! In the deepest and deepest place, this is the poet's great loneliness and the poet's deserted city.

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I left Qishan Creek with sadness, as if I was leaving my memory. The beauty that still existed in my memory has now disappeared. The taro fields sprouting from the wet soil turned yellow. The banana orchard swaying in the gentle breeze collapsed.

The coconut trees standing tall in the countryside were scattered. Even the light blue morning glories, which are not picky about the environment, have lost their color, blooming smaller and smaller, and finally disappear! Listen carefully, as long as you still have a little heart, you will hear the whimpering of the river! Listen carefully, as long as you still have If you have a trace of conscience, you will hear the sigh of the land! Even if the person who dumped the poisoned water is shot a thousand times, the old view of the river and the land will never be restored.

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Sometimes, walking in the dark night, turning the street into a thin alley, the desolate and simple delicacy suddenly arises, and I want to dance with a sword. I want to dance like sword flowers. Once this kind of emotion arises, it will follow the lonely shadow under the moon and grow into the distance. I can't stop it. But at the end of the night, I find that the sword cluster has been lost in my bag. , no matter how heroic the clouds are, in the silent desolation in the deserted alley, in the dim night, even if the hand that controls wind and rain is raised, it is at best an ineffective gesture.

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The sadness of separation is like the endless black clouds before the rain. I try hard to suppress it and try to forget it, but it still lingers in my veins without mercy. Flow quietly. Or you have been waiting for too many nights, or you have to test the sincerity of your love. The sadness of parting flashed through your eyes. Under the unintentionally blue sky, I cried out my love with unspeakable layers of trembling in my heart.

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I really don’t want to believe that it is a kind of pain. Maybe the sword has been blunted, maybe I am a book with its title page spread out, but in the process of studying hard, I was scared and surprised when reading the chapter. I was scared because there were too many sighs in the pages I turned, and I was surprised because the wonderful unknowns showed in the subsequent chapters. I know that the path I am taking is a wrong one, and the small feelings can no longer cover up their insignificance.

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I just hope that I can float my spiritual boat at the bottom of this clear lake. There are mountains outside the lake, the sea beyond the mountains, 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 soundly, light up every star into a light, and condense every breath of air into a gentle breeze. All the luxury is hidden outside the clouds and mountains, while Zhenchun quietly floats up from the bottom of the lake when there is moonlight. .

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Memories in life are like small hotels, and people are like riding on a stage horse that keeps running forward. Every time I look back, the past Things will always become hotels that are far away from oneself. All joy and pain, all precipitation and passion, and even all success and failure are in those hotels. By the evening of that day, we will stay in another hotel.

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Occasionally I was walking on the sidewalk, and suddenly I saw a sunset extending from the street, very far away, hanging at the end of the street. At this time I I would think that such a beautiful sunset really indicates that the day is about to end.

Occasionally walking on a certain road, I see a dead branch of kapok with all its leaves, standing alone and dark brown, with a desolate posture. At this time, I will think, the kapok has fallen again, life is about the opening of the beautiful kapok. How many times have you had it?

Occasionally, I would sit in a roadside cafe and watch the green light turn on. An old woman in simple clothes, holding her little granddaughter in gorgeous clothes like spring flowers, hurriedly walked across the street. Crossing the road, I would think that the old woman was once a girl as beautiful as a flower, and that girl would one day become an old woman holding her granddaughter.

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It is not that difficult to seek wisdom in the world. The most important thing is to make our own soft hearts so soft that when we see a petal falling from a flower, we are moved and trembled, as if we understood its meaning. Only with its softness can we be sensitive; only with its softness can we be tolerant; only with its softness can we be refined; only with its softness can we transcend ourselves and even tolerate our wounds when we are injured.

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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, the Clouds flying freely in the sky are the softest! The softness of our hearts 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 also The most constant. Let us bloom the soft and pure lotus of wisdom in the humid and muddy world!

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I accompanied a lotus grower in his lotus field During the shuttle tour, I watched him walking by the lotus field covering an area of ??1 square meter, telling me in a eloquent way how to plant a lotus, how to irrigate it, how to grow it, how to harvest it, how to avoid wind disaster, and wait for next year's harvest. I feel that the most ordinary thing in the world may never be known to us. Even if it is as small as a lotus seed, it has a set of great knowledge of life.

I stood on the lotus field and watched the sunlight shining on the lotus field. I thought that "leaving the lotus leaves to listen to the sound of rain" is probably a state that the lotus people cannot enjoy, because when the lotus leaves are left, they have to plant seeds again. . The lotus leaves in the field form one piece when sitting, and they form one piece when standing, and they are intertwined in the field. We use some empty and spiritual poems to praise the beauty of lotus leaves and fields, but they will never be as good as those who plant lotuses and use their years and blood and sweat to write poems on lotus leaves!