Narration is also cultivation
I don’t understand the tea ceremony. The green leaves roll like the abstraction of a dragon entering the water, or the intoxication of a faint fragrance. I just listen to other people’s explanations, think with my ears and learn to think with my tongue.. A long time ago, I read a foreigner’s pamphlet about the movements and sounds of the teahouse, tea set and tea making. Every movement is a ceremony, and every sound is full of songs and dances, as if the tea ceremony could also enter the subtle places of the universe, enter meditation, and practice piety, humility and loyalty.. Perhaps this country’s actions are not honest enough, its literature and art and talents are not rich enough, and its profits are extremely poor. It is only then that this everyday worldly act is respected as a religious ceremony, giving it an abstract and mysterious meaning.. Speaking of which, it refers to China, a vast country in the east. This land of China is only cultivated by an old farmer and can be honored as a religious ceremony: royal state, country festivals, and various customs.. Any farmer of this nation who is sensitive to farming will melt into a practice of living and living, material and spiritual, on this vast field of black soil, loess and red soil, one line at a time, one thought at a time, and one curl at a time.. This kind of practice is already a ritual for them in the transformation of the living environment of all sentient beings.. Their deep and cloudy, plain and fresh eyes, their simple and generous, dull and quiet description, are the result and explanation of these perennial ceremonies. The farmer ploughs and weeps in silence, uprooting the clutter in his heart, moving away from the home of right and wrong to the world of the wild, and sharing words with heaven and god.. This is the cause of a large number of wise men and art giants lurking in the countryside of the farm, isn’t it. The people who wait for vegetables and ridges have clear eyes, green as ornaments, clear water as ridges, regular as ridges, and rectangular as ridges. they talk to the living spirit spirits and the spirit spirits. is this the reason why there are many true true and true people in the remote villages?? This is also the wish of those who grew up in the artistic level to return to farming and work in the fields.. This should be a natural condition, a condition without me and a condition of maximization. Chinese philosophy, Chinese aesthetics, national art. So attentively, ceremony everywhere, ceremony heavy, sacred and beautiful, breathtaking. Of course, when you narrate like this, the listener’s understanding may deviate from your intention of narration. He really understands your narration with his emotion, his experience and the many factors that make up his life.? Your eyes? Perhaps misunderstanding error, specious, left and right wandering. Even so, your narration is a kind of work, a kind of cultivation. Your work is still lighting up a little fire and will eventually ignite feelings in another area. It is still a mysterious line that plows and connects with other mysterious fields, arousing people or bosom friends to raise their wings and fly in the distance excitedly or even gloomily.. Moreover, the contradiction between the narrator and the listener, the mistake between the narrator and the misunderstood person, still leaves Qian Qian’s thread in the human sky and shines ancient and mysterious prophecy in the boundless starry sky.. Narration is a kind of cultivation, although perhaps, it is just cultivation and difficult to ask about harvest.