"My teacher," he replied, "went to collect medicine".
But towards which corner of the mountain,
How can I tell through these clouds? .
-The poem "Notes for an Absent ecluse"
The small village where he lives.
The grass in front of his house.
A wall in his yard. Get to the point-the hermit lives under the towering elm tree in Xi. ...
First,? A lonely hermit who has been studying computer for many years.
Is there anyone else interested in the hermit's sense of existence? Does anyone still doubt that they really lived in the environment of 1000 years ago? I don't doubt it, because there is a real hermit in my family-my great uncle. He believed in Buddhism all his life, devoted himself to reading and understanding, lived in seclusion, stayed away from the world, and was willing to be quiet.
? Speaking of "hermit", this is my most unforgettable news this year. Suddenly I saw a little news about "hermit" on the Internet. I opened it and saw all kinds of news about contemporary hermits. After returning to my third aunt's house, I told the news to my uncle, who was dubious. I turned on the computer to show him. Turning on the computer this time has become an epoch-making event! Let uncle, an old man, become an old computer geek!
? He was stunned! Later, I listened to a lecture given by an old monk in his 60 s until dark. Early the next morning, he made up his mind to learn computer! I did Sarah laugh. The computer is in this position. Has it been seven or eight years? He took a detour without considering his studies. As a result, "Hermit" became his best high-tech guide.
Hey, look at my uncle, it's been n times since I started sitting in front of the screen searching for information about the hermit he wants.
? Big Uncle is anxious to find his "hometown" or "hometown", which is too important to him.
After the drastic changes at the beginning of liberation, my uncle became a real hermit at an early age, believing in Buddhism, completely avoiding the world and not participating in any outside activities. Later, the temple in the village where he lived was opened, and a monk came to live, so he had a friend with the same faith and talked to him. As soon as he left his home, he turned a corner and found the small temple. However, due to isolation from the outside world, he knows little about further news. So, when he heard that there are more than 5,000 hermits in Zhong Nanshan, and he really saw the hermit's seclusion life on the computer video, he was very happy, and his face was brand-new and radiant! He stared at the computer screen like the sun in the sky, and the scene of chanting appeared on the screen. He was familiar with it and stared at it intently. ...
? My great uncle is 28 years older than me. Before he completely lived in seclusion, he was responsible for taking care of the old and young at home, and later he took care of the children of his nephews one after another. Different from other elders, he cherishes the innocent character of the doll and never interferes with its character growth. This summer, because I came, he often came, so I often saw him empty the garbage cart at home, put the smallest naked troublemaker in, and strolled outside under the command of the doll, whose face was covered with mud, but his mouth was full of laughter, crying and crying, and he was very happy; What's even more amazing is that he was with this naked doll. He took Aunt Sanmao's sewing machine apart and studied it "wantonly" ... When I was a child, I was afraid to go out when the north wind blew in winter, so I put my arm around his waist and hid my little head in his fur coat. I couldn't help laughing.
? He lived in seclusion for 30 years and kept away from outsiders. I came back from a distant place. He came to chat, sit down, talk about Buddhism, eat, drink and be merry. He will definitely go home before dark.
? Now that he knows that there are really many "companions" in the world, I asked him if he wanted to see those famous mountains and rivers. He smiled and said that when he could, he would step on the clouds and fly straight away with open arms. ...
From the outside, uncle's courtyard wall and his old elm tree.
The walls of the courtyard, made of rough masonry, are too old. ...
It's summer here, and it's rainy. There was no sound in my uncle's yard, and the quiet steps were covered with moss all night. ...
The land in front of this door is untouched, so the moss is vertical and horizontal, fresh and quiet. ...
In the corner of the uncle's yard, there are earth walls and shade trees ... For decades, it has been its own world, not in contact with the world.
Step 2 find a hermit
? A few days ago, I went to my uncle's village to see him alone. It's not far from my third aunt's house, and the average person walks for more than ten minutes. But I had major surgery on my leg because of a car accident, and I walked slowly. Moreover, because the rainy road was too muddy, I had to walk carefully on the dry road without muddy water.
? Also, because I didn't inform my uncle in advance, it was 6: 5438+00 in the morning and he was still meditating. I'm avoiding the barking of a fierce dog outside the fence. It circled around me, but it was caught by the rope on the stake. I shouted at the window, wake up my uncle and open the door for me. He asked his neighbor to take the bad dog away so that I could go in.
When I arrived in this village and entered the village from the west, my uncle's house was very eye-catching. He doesn't know, and neither do the people in the village. Because of years of life, people's eyesight has been numb. In the whole village or the whole county, he is also the only one who has planted trees all over the yard and open space-according to himself, there were not so many elms in those years, but the one at the door at most, but after more than 30 years, it has grown into a tree with a thickness of 12 and more than 30 tender trees, and other more small trees can't predict how tall they are. He was modestly ashamed of his elm tree, but I was very surprised at the dark green forest in front of me. Wow, isn't this going to live in the forest directly?
? Let's enter this ancient courtyard first. The entrance of this courtyard is completely surrounded by abandoned hollow iron sheets. The walls inside are made of earth walls and bricks. Over time, the wall is crooked and unprofessional, but the top of the wall can be seriously filled with sharp glass fragments! That was a close call. I dare not touch it when I look at it. Really scared the coward. When one door opens, it is the second door. Where the second door was locked, there was no lock, but a piece of red cloth was stuffed. Uncle explained that it was to prevent cattle, horses and sheep from coming in to do damage, and said that those animals were afraid of red. As he spoke, he unlocked the lock and let me in. At the moment, I was moved by the shadows of trees. There is no sunshine on my head. They are all at my feet, and the shadows are mottled, which is particularly beautiful. The lock hung quietly and reflected on the quiet dirt road. Very wonderful! I told my uncle to get out of the way I took some photos of Lock Shadow as a souvenir. Then I crossed a winding tree-lined path and came to an old wooden door with lattice windows.
At this time, I approached and took a closer look at his shocking old elm tree, which was more than three times higher than the house. It is green and swaying, and its branches are stretched and staggered. It carefully looked after my uncle's yard in the shade and greeted me. Oh, this is really touching! ! When I walked to the old adobe house under the elm tree, the old window grilles were still there, and the old wooden sticks supporting the windows were still there. My uncle opened the door to let me in, and I was immediately attracted. I quickly took pictures before grandpa cleaned the house. The room is small, the light is dim, the room is full of books and so on.
A big yard surrounded by the shade of an old elm tree. ...
Big JIU dug a well for years, dug for years, and finally came out.
? When grandpa wanted to clean up, I just filmed two groups with a lot of load. I quickly asked my uncle not to touch the sundries at home-they looked like sundries, but they remained motionless for years. The sense of silence shocked me! I think it is wonderful! This is a still life painting with original ecological beauty! There are no exquisite decorations such as fruits and flowers here, but life gives sundries a meaning beyond themselves, which is rare outside this old house and yard! Because fashionable people are eager to change the old and abandon the old, it is difficult for us to find such pure and peaceful old things in our lives, and my uncle is one with them and has existed in this unique space for many years. Until now, my uncle is still lighting kerosene lamps, and the lights are swaying in the ancient atmosphere at night.
? Big JIU also pointed to the photo frame on the wall behind the pillar, so I looked at the photo of my great-grandmother. The old lady was dressed in black with jewelry and her eyes were calm. I also saw myself in my childhood. When my little sister and I take sad photos, people will smile sweetly. Only I am unhappy and can't pretend to look good. ...
? Uncle believes in Buddhism and loves all idealistic books. There are piles of books everywhere in the house, and there are no bookcases. The light is too dim for my camera to take pictures. But for so many years, I have always believed that he is a Buddhist with unique views.
? My uncle's countless old books are piled up in the house, and you can draw them at will when you want to read them. On the altar behind the sofa, there are statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva. He lit a red candle and explained a few words to me.
? I looked at the bottles and jars hanging on the ceiling, and then at some seemingly "useless" but meaningful things hanging in the corner. They are unique uncle's things. Everything exists, so it has the meaning of existence. In this warm and quiet space, I can feel the existence of time and faith.
? Uncle is 68 years old. He has lived in this old house for more than 30 years, but his belongings have always existed, haven't they? These old things, full of years, are piled up in the space where he lives. They didn't think it was inappropriate, but they thought it was very suitable for hermits. I stayed in the house for a long time, and I couldn't get out once I sat in that gloomy and desolate atmosphere. I couldn't do this on this trip. I don't have enough time and fate, so I have to go.
? This kind of earthen stove can cook at once by uncovering bricks, removing these covers and lighting firewood. I remember when I was 22 years old, my boyfriend and I came to my uncle's house. He specially made tofu and vermicelli for us on the earthen stove. The food on the earthen stove is especially sweet.
I got up and went outside, and saw the original earthen stove again. Grandpa carefully covered the earthen stove with several layers of things (similar to wooden objects). He was afraid that the wind and earth pressure would damage the stove, so he took care of it a lot. Look at the enclosure behind the earthen stove, which is shaded by thick shade. An earthen well is being covered with slate. If you don't look carefully, you won't think this is an earthen well. It has been more than ten years, and several buckets of water are pumped up from time to time, which is enough for the uncle to use himself.
? I turned to the next yard along the dirt road. There used to be a family next door. After I moved out, I sold my house to my uncle. This is the house in the village. The younger generation is unwilling to stay long.
This room is like this, it is unlocked, only supported by a stick. The long grass at the door grows with crops.
It's interesting to park here. Ask uncle what he does, and he doesn't know. It came when it was time to come.
A short wall that was inadvertently achieved, but no one pulled it down.
? Uncle completely surrounded this piece of land belonging to him and planted trees and "crops" completely. Crops originally refers to crops, but it is more like a display place for natural goods than a farm farming area. Because my uncle didn't ask for anything, he didn't bring water to irrigate the land, so the harvest was very small, but it was also extremely precious, because it was all natural and depended entirely on a little rain from God. This seems to be beans ... here are some bricks stuffed to form a "wall" I looked at it and thought it was quite interesting.
Uncle's farmland looks interesting, mixed together, everything is a little bit. Finally, I saw such a melon, which grows slowly in the absence of water, but it must be delicious. The crops planted in the yard are all my uncle's favorite crops. They never grow when mixed together. I have identified it for a long time, but I still can't figure out what crop it is. One of the great benefits of grandpa is that if there are plants at home, they must be very lush.
? There are also small trees that grow together, which are wild at first glance, because they are not planted artificially and have neat row spacing. There was a pile of new sawdust under a tree, and I was shocked. Isn't this a tree full of bugs? Isn't this tree dying? ! Should I cut it? ! Uncle came over and shook his hand gently, saying, never mind, never mind, this is a woodpecker to cure tree worms, and it will only take a few times ... His loving eyes made me believe what he said was true. Sorry, I didn't take a clear picture of these tree fragments. They all fell from holes in the tree.
I got up and walked away, and saw the ant holes under the tree, nest after nest quietly, silently busy with their own living methods. Uncle told me what these plants are along the way, beans, sunflowers, potatoes ... by the way, he is particularly interested in planting a plant called cotton peach, and he can harvest a small handful of cotton! After he introduced it to me cheerfully, he said with regret that there was little rain in the sky and the crops were not strong, but that was enough. He didn't complain about anything, but he was glad that the natural existence of these species made him happy.
? Over time, trees and walls grow together and cannot be separated. When the hermit's great uncle has been working simply for many years, studying for a long time, being quiet for a long time, his hair is getting gray, but he is full of energy. Outsiders often can't see how old he is.
"When I asked your student under a pine tree," he replied, "My teacher went to pick herbs". However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? "Over the years, after reading this poem, I always think of him.
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