Knight of the Blue Lagoon (The Past of Tao v)

...The poem continued by asking the students one by one about their intuitive feelings. After listening to the answers, they gave their own understanding:"Language is used to communicate. This refers to the world of people living together. The image distinguishes human beings with thoughts. The world and other worlds, in the human world, no matter how difficult the family and environment are, as long as there is love there is sweetness. This voice can be said to be the voice of relatives and friends bidding farewell after death, or it can be the voice of an angel calling, or it can be The sound of one's soul and body parting is, in short, an emotion. Here the author expresses the sadness of parting, the fear of death, the discomfort and even confusion of parting... Lying in a coffin with his eyes blocked (previously, after the death of Westerners They will put two copper coins on their eyes (the copper coins are the fare for leaving). For the body, it is closed, and for the soul, it is abandoned. Although we are separated, we are still longing for it. Neither the soul nor the body can adapt to the separation and are unwilling to leave. Go and guard quietly. The coldness and frost of the body point out that the distance between the soul and the body is getting farther and farther due to the cold. But 'Du Wu', we are always connected heart to heart. Every time we call this name or hear this name, With the change of time, place and space, there is an understanding of 'Duwu' (perhaps the understanding of oneself, the understanding of the outside world, or the understanding of the unknown). 'Duwu' changes due to personal consciousness, Sometimes it is my body, sometimes it is my soul, it is a man or a woman, it is God, a flower, my own thoughts, actions, memories, or another self... From life to death, from death to life, Duwu will never die. In this poem, 'Duwu' has transformed into another stage of himself, perhaps another kind of substance, like a newborn, which needs to be re-recognized... Life and death are intertwined in the poem, and the body is expressed through love and pain. Separated from the soul but always together, both intimate and distant."

Daozhi walked slowly on the podium, and the eyes below moved with the pace. A pair of eyes were like translucent pearls, pure and flawless, and like round cherries. Delicate and sweet, more like spring buds, charming, and like shining stars, twinkling the future. They don't have enough experience of life, and death is far away from them. Maybe now is not the time for them to understand.

Inadvertently, Daozhi noticed a piece of A4 white paper on the ground. It should have been left by a student in the previous class. Daozhi walked down from the podium, picked up the white paper between the desks and asked:"Look at this white paper, why is it here?" ?"

"it fell"

"it was missed"

"it was abandoned"

"it is a piece of waste paper"

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Daozhi shook his head and asked again:"Think about what it can do?"

"can write poems"

"can draw"

"Can stack airplanes"

"Make scratch paper

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Daozhi nodded:"Yes, yes, everything is fine. If it is written by a writer, beautiful verses may be written on it. If it is painted on a drawing board, beautiful patterns may be painted on it, and a composer can compose music on it. Children can use it to fold airplanes. In the company, it may be used to print materials. When it becomes waste paper in the trash can, it will be sold. If it is used at the gambling table, it may be used to write IOUs. If it is in front of a desperate person, it may be a letter. A suicide note...its fate depends on its environment and even more on your thoughts. Sometimes people are like this piece of paper. Part of it is destined, and more parts can be changed." The students' thoughts were swimming freely. , like the clouds in the morning, rising and falling together, like the sun at noon, be careful to be burned by the heat, like the windows that are opened to welcome the light, but also remember to close them when the night comes, growth is the tempering of the soul process.

Daozhi walked a few steps and then continued:"We were just like a piece of white paper at first. It looked ordinary, without frames or folds. It was white and flawless, flat and smooth. As time went by, what was drawn and what was written on it changed. What you fold it into, whether the painting is beautiful, whether the writing is good, whether it is a paper airplane or a paper ball, it is all up to you. Every stroke has a meaning, and its meaning depends on the height of your soul. Gradually, this piece of paper will also It is no longer ordinary. Actions and thoughts, matter and spirit, are like body and soul, entity and virtual body. No matter how you change 'Du Wu', you will hear your voice."

There was no sound in the audience, and all eyes fell on the white paper. On the top, Daozhi also looked at the white paper, with a vague footprint on it:"Look at this white paper, it will be yourself, your true self, no matter good or bad, struggling or resisting, persisting or compromising. It’s yourself, don’t refuse the call deep in your heart. Even if it falls to the ground and gets dirty, you should pick it up no matter what, cherish it and cherish your dreams."

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After class, several students gathered around Daozhi, forming a landscape. Knowledge is always so pure and beautiful.

"Teacher, can you explain"The Sun"?"

"Is that story true?" asked one person

"Of course it's true. The teacher said that poetry is true feelings."

"So it really happened with that girl?"

"If so, will there be any criticism?"

"No matter what age we are in now, love can transcend everything, even life, right, teacher?"

"Teacher, is that Xinghualin really the place of first love?"

"Where is the apricot blossom forest?"

"Does the teacher love Tang Jiahui more or Li Xiuyan more?"

"Now that Li Xiuyan is gone, what should I do?"Another question, staring at Daozhi.

The students asked so many weird questions that Daozhi didn't know how to answer. After all, this was not something worth talking about. At this moment, he thought of Li Xiuyan. It had been a while. Her news has come, and she should have a new life.

Wei Zhen's novel by WillNox, welcome to the fantasy world of Tao Zhi