Chapter 492: A Life's Work
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It was a provincial road to the north, and a tractor was walking slowly on the road, and the black smoke from diesel fuel burned suddenly came out of the chimney, and the steaming water from the engine was also muffled out of the tank.
In many rural and remote places, this is a very common phenomenon, but the two ladies in the team, Zhao Yu and Zheng Qin, have obviously not seen this.
Because they were like curious babies, they fixed their eyes on the tractor.
Xu Guangling unexpectedly remembered a sentence, "Uncle, your go-kart is so big!"
That was when I was in college, my classmates put "Love Apartment" in the dormitory, and the eldest lady Lin Wanyu said when she saw the tractor.
But the tractor in front of him is not as handsome as in the film, far from it. Of course, they are also different in appearance and model. Not to mention its tattered appearance and the potholes and rust of the tractor, just by listening to the sound of the engine, you know that the tractor has long since deteriorated.
It looks like it's going to turn off at any moment.
This voice makes people unconsciously worry when they listen to it.
But soon, the perspective changed, and the two ladies looked away from the tractor, and they were drawn to the sight in front of the tractor.
Two people, an old man in his sixties and a young man in his thirties, did the same movements in different rhythms.
They all had something like clogs on their hands, or rather, simple slippers with wooden soles, well, not on their feet, but on their hands. Because they are now walking with their feet and hands.
Walk a few steps normally, then lean forward with your whole body, supported by your hands.
And the "shoes" on their hands protect them from the injury of both hands, so that they will not be damaged and injured after three or two blows, and then the flesh and blood will be blurred.
But in this way, although their hands will not be injured, their whole body will inevitably be damaged and injured in the process of frequently standing up and falling on the ground and in the five-body prostrate position.
"Master, what are they doing?" Zhao Yu asked curiously.
"They are pilgrimage to the mountains, and some are called pilgrimages, pilgrimages. Mr. Zhang said, "In this way of prostration, go to their holy mountain or a certain temple." ”
"Did you go all the way like this?" Like Zhao Yu, Zheng Qin was inexplicably surprised.
"Yes. ”
"Then how far are they going?" Zhao Yu asked.
"Not necessarily. It's close, a few miles away. A little farther away, there are dozens of miles. A little farther away, hundreds of miles away. Farther away, there are thousands of miles. Mr. Zhang said.
"Miles, dozens, hundreds, ...... Thousands of miles?"
The two ladies' beautiful eyes widened at the same time, and it was estimated that aliens appeared in front of them, which might not make them so shocked.
Thousands of miles in such a way?
Unthinkable.
Completely unimaginable!
Don't talk about this way of prostrating, just walk well, how many can say that you can walk thousands of miles?
I still remember that when I was in college, Zhao Yu once joined a college cycling club for a short time, and at that time, walking a hundred miles by bicycle was a great thing for all the people to celebrate.
After the ride, they took pictures, they had dinner, and those photos Zhao Yu still kept, and he would often take them out every year or two.
In a sense, it was a "medal" from the past.
Although, compared to the various awards she has received at home and abroad in recent years, it is not worth mentioning.
"In Tibetan areas, and in other places, there are people who are old and do this kind of pilgrimage. This is faith, it is also a ritual, it is the leaf of their soul to return to their roots. Mr. Zhang said lightly, "Among these people, there are poor people, rich people, and people of all identities. ”
"But when it comes to worship, there is no distinction of status, they are all called worshippers. ”
"In many people's minds, the rich and the poor are all things that want to pass. Only worship is the biggest thing in their lives, and it is also a lifelong career. After the pilgrimage, no matter how long you live, you can go without worry, and without experiencing such a pilgrimage, life is incomplete. ”
A lifelong career.
In the silence of the two daughters, Xu Guangling suddenly thought of a poem by Su Dongpo from Zhang Lao's words.
"The heart is like a wood that has been ashes, and the body is like a boat that is not tied. Ask Ru Ping's life achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou. ”
The name of this poem is "Self-titled Portrait of Jinshan", which was inscribed by Su Dongpo when he visited Longyou Temple in Jinshan, similar to "Title West Forest Wall" and so on.
Different from the previous inscription poems, this is the last poem in Su Dongpo's life, and therefore, it has special significance.
Two months after Jinshan, Su Dongpo passed away, and his life was frozen, frozen in historical facts, and also fixed in this poem.
Su Dongpo, the word Zizhan, the number Dongpo, the Northern Song Dynasty writer, calligrapher, painter, successively served as Zhizhou, Hanlin Bachelor, Ministry of Rites and other positions, "Wenzhong". This is a freeze-frame on its historical facts.
The understanding of Su Dongpo by later generations is his poems, such as the water tune song head, the big river to the east, etc., and the second is Dongpo meat and Dongpo elbows.
Yes, Su Dongpo is not only a writer, calligrapher, and painter, he is also a gourmet.
Half-toned, self-opening, without a "mastery of the genre", and without being on the table...... Epicure.
Therefore, the formal historical facts are disdainful.
But the funny thing is that there are many people in later generations, but it is from Dongpo Meat and others that they know that there is such a person as Su Dongpo.
Is this a tragedy or a comedy?
Neither.
At the end of his life, Su Dongpo's understanding of himself was not poetry, calligraphy, painting, food, of course, not politics, but, "Ask Ru Ping's life's achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou." ”
In Huangzhou, Su Dongpo experienced a great change in his life for the first time, from a protégé of the Son of Heaven and a bigwig, to a person waiting for death, a criminal, and a person to be taken care of after being released from prison.
Huizhou was degraded again after Su Dongpo's recovery.
Danzhou was Su Dongpo's last debasement, a severe, degraded person who led to "hell".
Ask Ru Ping's life achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou.
Is this a wry smile and self-deprecation?
Some people think so.
But if you look at it from another angle, the real sense of "Su Dongpo" is actually achieved in Huangzhou, Huizhou, and Danzhou. Beyond time, beyond space, this is his real "life's work".
Wandering in these three places, it was all his own doing.
It is this "self" that makes him who he is and what he is.
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