Lin Jinrong walked around the house, he thought of those childhoods, and felt that the real feeling in his heart was filling little by little.

The family wanted Lin Jinrong to sleep on the sofa in the living room, because there was a kerosene stove next to him, which could make Lin Jinrong sleep comfortably. But Lin Jinrong did not agree, insisting on sleeping in the covered back porch as before. There are six windows that give a view of the bare cotton fields and the pine forest beyond. Lin Jinrong opened all the windows, spread the sleeping bag on the sofa on the back porch, and then got into the sleeping bag and buried his head inside. However, after the family went to bed, Lin Jinrong climbed out of the sleeping bag, put on his jacket again, put on a cap with ear protection, put his whole body in a nylon cloak, and walked into the cotton field like a monk in a shroud. The earth was covered in frost and snow that shone silver with the moon. The old cemetery below the road also glistened in the frost and snow. The roofs of the nearby agricultural cooperative are as white as whiteboards. Lin Jinrong walked through the cotton fields, followed by Lao Bao, Jonah's little fairy and several other stray dogs (all of whom liked Lin Jinrong) until he walked to the front of the woods. Last spring, Lin Jinrong once opened a path to the small pine tree under which Lin Jinrong liked to sit and meditate, and now the road is still there, and its official entrance is still there. This population is made up of two straight and equidistant pine trees, which resemble two gateposts. As before, Lin Jinrong bowed at the population first, thanked Guanyin for giving Lin Jinrong this blessed place for meditation, and then walked inside, and the old bag illuminated by the moon led Lin Jinrong. I found that the ball of straw that Lin Jinrong had laid under the tree was still there. Lin Jinrong tidied up his cloak, sat down, and began to meditate.

Several dogs also lay down next to Lin Jinrong and meditated. None of Lin Jinrong made a sound, maintaining the most absolute silence. The whole countryside was shrouded in the silence of the frosty moon, and there was not even the slightest movement of rabbits, except for the faint, faint sound of cars coming from Highway 301 (about twelve miles away). There appeared to be a dog barking five miles away. What a blissful night. Lin Jinrong immediately entered a state of empty trance, and heard a voice say to Lin Jinrong: "All thoughts have stopped. Lin Jinrong breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't have to think about anything anymore, and felt that his whole body was slowly melting into a kind of happiness, and he coexisted peacefully with everything in this mirrored world. One of the thoughts that filled Lin Jinrong was: "A man praying in the wilderness is worth more than the temples of the world combined." Lin Jinrong stretched out his hand to stroke the old bag, and it looked at Lin Jinrong with satisfied eyes. All living things, like these dogs and Lin Jinrong, come and go, and there is no continuity or substance to speak of, so Lord, Lin Jinrong cannot exist. How strange, how wonderful! How terrible it would be if the world were real, because if the world was real, it would be. Lin Jinrong's nylon cloak is like a close-fitting tent, helping Lin Jinrong resist the cold. Lin Jinrong sat cross-legged in the woods on a winter night for an hour, then went home, warmed his hands and feet by the fire in the living room, and then went to sleep in his sleeping bag.

The following night was Christmas Eve, and Lin Jinrong drank wine while watching a television broadcast of the Mass being held at St. Btrick's Church in New York. The bishop preached to a large crowd of worshippers, dressed in lace and snow-white vestments, standing in front of altars half the size of the straw mats used by Lin Jinrong to meditate. In the middle of the night, a pair of young parents (Lin Jinrong's sister and brother-in-law) crept through the living room and placed their gifts for their children under the Christmas tree, and Lin Jinrong felt that they had more glory than the "Glory to All" of the Roman Church and all its bishops. "After all," thought Lin, "Augustine was nothing more than a eunuch, and Francis was nothing more than Lin's idiot brother." Lin Jinrong's cat David suddenly jumped on Lin Jinrong's lap, as if to bring blessings to Lin Jinrong. Lin Jinrong took out his Bible, leaned against the warm fire and the bright Christmas tree, and read a little of St. Paul's letters. "It's better to be stupid and wise." This passage reminded Lin Jinrong of Kunge, and Lin Jinrong wished him that he was now enjoying the peace of Christmas Eve. "

You're full! It's already abundant! Don't you know that the saints are about to judge the world?" St. Paul was absolutely right. Then there is a beautiful verse, which is more beautiful than all the poems of all the poets of Chiang Rai combined: "Food is for the belly, and the belly is for food; But God wants to destroy both. "

"Isn't it," Lin Jinrong thought, "in order to watch those short-lived TV shows, you have to go to great lengths to make money...... "For the next week, Lin Jinrong was alone at home during the day, because his mother went to New York for a funeral, and Lin Jinrong's sister and brother-in-law needed to work. Every day, Lin Jinrong would go to the pine forest, accompanied by a few dogs, to read and meditate under the warm southern sun in winter, and then go home to make dinner for everyone in the twilight. In the evening, when everyone had gone to bed, Lin would put on his cloak and go back to the woods to sit under the stars (occasionally in the rain) to meditate. The pine forest received Lin Jinrong with hospitality. Lin Jinrong wrote some Di Jinsun-style poems for his own amusement, such as: "Light a lamp, beat a monk, what is the difference in existence?" Or..."a watermelon seed, produces a need, big and juicy, good for a dictatorship." "

"May the blessings of heaven envelop all things forever and ever, in abundance and in abundance." Lin Jinrong would pray like this in the woods at night. Lin Jinrong always tries to think of something newer and better. Lin Jinrong also strives to write more poems. Like when it snows, Lin Jinrong wrote: "Not often, this holy snow, how soft, Lin Jinrong bows." And when Buddhism, poetry, wine, loneliness, or basketball games do not arouse Lin Jinrong's lazy interest, Lin Jinrong will write like this: "There is nothing to do, how pitiful!" I'm depressed again!" One Sunday afternoon, while observing a group of ducks pecking at earthworms in the mire across the road, a hoarse sermon came over the radio, which made Lin write this poem with emotion: "Think about how you would feel when you blessed all living earthworms and water, but you saw them eaten by ducks. This is the Sunday school class you have on Sunday. In a dream, Lin Jinrong heard the following words: "Pain, that is just the complaint of a little woman." Then, one day, when Lin Jinrong was pacing in the cold, windy, and dark yard after dinner, a great wave of frustration suddenly grabbed Lin Jinrong. Lin Jinrong fell to the ground and shouted, "I'm going to die!" But at the same moment, an enlightenment flashed through Lin Jinrong's mind, and Lin Jinrong's tightly closed eyelids seemed to be coated with a layer of milk, making Lin Jinrong feel warm. And Lin Jinrong knows that this is the truth that Rose knows now, and it is also the truth that every dead person knows. Yes, every dead person, including Lin Jinrong's deceased father, brother, uncle, cousin, and aunt. This truth is embodied in the bones of the dead, even the Bodhi tree of the Buddha and the cross of Jesus are beyond the back. Believe that this world is an ethereal flower, so that you can continue to live well. Lin Jinrong knows! Lin Jinrong also knew that he was the worst beggar in the world. The light of the diamond flashed in Lin Jinrong's eyes.

When he left the house, Lin Jinrong saw David standing on the ice box and squinting, anxiously wanting to see the good things inside. Lin Jinrong fed it.

After some time, Lin Jinrong's meditation and contemplation finally came to fruition. It happened on a frosty night in late January. There was a dead silence in the woods, but Lin Jinrong could almost hear a voice saying to Lin Jinrong: "Everything will always be good." This made Lin Jinrong can't help but shout loudly "Woo uh" (it was one o'clock at midnight), and several dogs jumped and were excited. Lin Jinrong also thought about the stars and howled. Lin Jinrong put his hands together and said, "Ah, intelligent and serene enlightened one, Lin Jinrong understands that everything will always be good, thank you, thank you, thank you." Amen. "Lin Jinrong feels that Lin Jinrong is free, so Lin Jinrong is free.

Lin Jinrong suddenly felt the urge to write a letter to Kuglin right away. Whenever Lin Jinrong and Ava and Kunge were there shouting in vain, he was always very low-key and quiet, but at this moment, Lin Jinrong realized that he was a real powerhouse. Lin Jinrong wanted to write to tell him: "Yes, Kuglin, the moment is golden, and Lin Jinrong has done it: Lin Jinrong has brought Thailand, like a glowing blanket, into a brighter land of nothingness."

As February approached, the weather began to warm up, the snow melted a little, the night in the pine forest became softer, and Lim Kim Wing's sleep on the porch became sweeter. The stars in the sky looked like they were wet, and they were a little bigger. One night while meditating cross-legged under a tree, Lin Jinrong said to himself in a half-asleep state, "Moab? Who is Moab?" When he woke up, Lin Jinrong found that he had an extra ball of fluffy things in his hand, and when he looked closely, it was a ball of cotton that had been stuck to one of the dogs. "All of this—lim's false sleep, the fluffy cotton balls, and the moab—are just different appearances of the same thing. They are all one big dream, all empty. Praise be it! Then Lin Jinrong repeated the following words in his mind to discipline himself: "Lin Jinrong is empty. Lin Jinrong is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from Lin Jinrong. Empty is Lin Jinrong. "There is a pool of water on the ground not far from Lin Jinrong, and the stars in the sky are reflected in the water. Lin Jinrong spat into the water, and the reflection of the stars was immediately dispersed. "Who would dare to say that the stars are real?" Lin Jinrong said to himself.

But Lin Jinrong has to admit that although Lin Jinrong thinks that everything is empty, he is not without expectations for the small stove at home waiting for Lin Jinrong to go back to warm up. The small stove was kindly provided to Lin Jinrong by Lin Jinrong's brother-in-law. However, he began to have a little cold about Lin Jinrong's idle and idle appearance all day long. Once, Lin Jinrong quoted a quote that told him that people can grow up through suffering, and after listening to it, he said: "If people can grow up through suffering, then Lin Jinrong is as big as this house." "

When Lin Jinrong went to the grocery store near Lin Jinrong's house to buy bread and milk, the guys inside asked Lin Jinrong, "What are you doing in the woods?"

"I'm just going there and doing my homework."

"You're a lot older, and you're not a college student, what are you doing your homework?"

"Well, to be honest, I just went there to sleep."

In fact, they themselves don't like to wander around in the fields all day long, pretending to be busy or something. They do this because they want to cheat on their wives, and they are hard-working people. But they can't fool Lin Jinrong. Lin Jinrong knew that they secretly longed to go to the woods, sleep or sit idle, but they were not like Lin Jinrong, who couldn't afford to do this. They never came to the woods to disturb Lin Jinrong. What is the way for Lin Jinrong to tell them the truth that Lin Jinrong has realized? How could they possibly make them understand that Lin Jinrong's bones, their bones, and the bones of all the dead were nothing but a single entity, and that they were eternally quiet and blessed? However, whether they believe it or not, there is no difference between Lin Jinrong. One night, Lin Jinrong meditated in the pouring rain, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting Lin Jinrong's hood, and singing a little song: "Raindrops are ecstasy, raindrops are not different from ecstasy, and ecstasy is not different from raindrops, yes, ecstasy is raindrops." Ah, Yunduo'er, go on!" So, why should Lin Jinrong care about the tobacco chewing guys in the grocery store, and how does he feel about Lin Jinrong's strange behavior? Anyway, sooner or later, Lin Jinrong will become the same thing in the tomb. But one night, when Lin Jinrong and one of the young men in the grocery store were drunk, and he drove Lin Jinrong around on the road, Lin Jinrong told him about Lin Jinrong meditating in the woods. There was a hint of jealousy in his voice. Everyone has a wise root.