Returning to my hometown: looking for a hermit

"My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs".

but toward which corner of the mountain,

how can I tell, through all these clouds?.

-The poem titled a note left 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-hermits live in Xi, under towering elms ...

1. Lonely hermits have been learning computers for many years

Is anyone still interested in the hermit's sense of existence? Does anyone still doubt that they really lived in the environment more than 1 years ago? I don't doubt it, because there is a real hermit in my family-my great uncle. All his life, he believed in Buddhism, devoted himself to reading and understanding, lived in seclusion in a lonely village, kept away from the world, and was willing to be quiet.

? Speaking of "hermit", this is the most unforgettable news for me this year. I suddenly saw a little news about "hermit" on the Internet, and 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 big uncle, who was dubious. I turned on the computer and showed it to him. Turning on the computer this time has become an epoch-making event! Let Big Uncle, an old man, become an old computer geek!

? He was stunned! Later, I listened to a lecture by an old monk in his 16 s until dark. Early the next morning, he was determined to learn computer! I did Sarah laugh. The computer is in this position. It's been seven or eight years, right? He made a detour without thinking about learning. As a result, "hermit" became his best guide to high technology.

Hey, look at Big Uncle. It's been n times since he started sitting in front of the screen and searching for information about the hermit he wants.

? Big Uncle is eager to find his "fellow" or "fellow", which is too important to him.

After the drastic changes in the early days of liberation, Big Uncle became a real recluse 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 in it, so he had a friend who shared the same beliefs and spoke with him. As soon as he went out from his own home, he turned a corner and found the small temple. But because he is isolated from the outside world, he knows little about further news. Therefore, when he heard that there were more than 5, hermits in Zhongnanshan, and he really saw the hermit's seclusion on the computer video, he was very happy, and his face was brand-new and radiant! He stared at the computer screen like staring at the sun in the sky, and there was a scene of chanting on the screen. He was very familiar with it and stared at it with great concentration ...

? My eldest uncle is 28 years older than me. Before he completely lived in seclusion, he was responsible for caring for the young and old at home, and later he took care of his nephews' children one after another. Unlike other elders, he cherished the innocent character of the doll and never interfered with its character growth. This summer, because I came, he often came over, so I often saw him empty the cart for taking out the garbage at home, put the smallest naked troublemaker in it, and wandered around the outside under the command of the doll, whose face was black with mud, but his mouth was wide open with laughter, crying and crying, and he was extremely happy; What's even more amazing is that he was with this naked doll, and he took apart Aunt Sanmao's sewing machine for "wanton" research ... When I was a child, I was afraid to go out when the north wind blew in winter, so I hid my little head in his fur coat with my arm around his waist, and I couldn't help laughing.

? He has lived in seclusion for 3 years, and has no contact with outsiders. I went back from a distant place. He came to talk, 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 of his "companions" in the world, I asked him if he wanted to visit those famous mountains and rivers. He said with a smile, when he can, he will step on the clouds and fly directly ...

From the outside, the courtyard walls of Big Uncle's house and his old elm

are rugged, and the age is long ...

I'm here in summer, and it's rainy, so it's Big Uncle's yard. Fresh and quiet ...

A corner of Big Uncle's yard, with earth walls and shade ... has been a world of its own for decades, and has not been in contact with the world.

Second, I am looking for a hermit.

? A few days ago, I went to my uncle's village to visit him alone, not far from my third aunt's house, and it was only ten minutes' walk by ordinary people. But I had major surgery on my leg because of a car accident, and I walked very slowly, and the road was too muddy because of the rain, so I had to walk carefully along the dry road where there was no muddy water.

? Also because I didn't inform my uncle in advance, it's 1 o'clock in the morning and he's still in meditation. I was hiding from the barking of a fierce dog outside the fence. It circled around me but was held by the rope on the stake. I shouted at the window to wake up the old uncle and open the door for me. He asked his neighbor to take the vicious dog away so that I could get in.

When I arrived in this village and entered the village from the west, my uncle's house was very eye-catching. He didn't know it himself, nor did the people in the village. Because of years of living, people's vision was numb. In the whole village or the whole county, he is also the only person who has planted trees all over the yard and the open space-according to himself, there were not so many elms planted in those years, at most, it was the one at the door, but after more than 3 years, it has grown into 12 thick trees and more than 3 tender trees, and many other small trees can't predict how tall they really are. He was modestly ashamed of his elm, but I was greatly surprised by the deep green Woods in front of me. Wow, isn't this just going directly to live in the "forest"?

? Let's go into this old courtyard first. The entrance of this courtyard is completely surrounded by waste hollowed-out iron sheets. The walls inside are made of earth walls and brick bases. With the passage of time, the walls are crooked and unprofessional, but the top of the walls can be seriously filled with sharp glass fragments! That was a close call. I was afraid to touch it when I looked at it. It really scared the coward. When one door opens, it's the second door. Where the second door is locked, there is no lock, but a piece of red cloth is stuffed instead. Big Uncle explained that it was to prevent the cows, horses and sheep from coming in to do damage, and said that those animals were afraid of red. As he spoke, he opened the lock and let me in. I was moved by the shadow of the trees at the moment. There was no sunlight on my head. They were all over my feet, and the shadows were mottled, which was particularly beautiful. The lock hung quietly and reflected on the quiet dirt road. It was very wonderful! I asked my uncle to get out of the way. I took some pictures of Lock Shadow as a souvenir. Then I walked through a winding tree-lined path and came to the old wooden door with a lattice window.

At this time, come closer and take a closer look at his shocking thick old elm tree, which is more than three times higher than the house. It is green and swaying, and its branches are stretched and staggered, which carefully protects my uncle's yard in a shade and greets 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 sticks supporting the windows were still there. Big Uncle opened the door to let me in, and I was attracted at once. I quickly took pictures before Big Uncle cleaned up the house. The room was small, the light was dim, and the room was full of books and so on.

A big yard surrounded by the shade of the old elm tree ...

Big Uncle dug a well for several years, and it finally came out

? When Big Uncle wanted to tidy up, I just took two sets of pictures with great load. I quickly asked Big Uncle not to touch the sundries in the house-it looked like sundries, but they remained motionless for years, and the sense of silence shocked me! I think it's wonderful! This is a still life painting with original ecological beauty! There are no beautiful decorations such as fruits and flowers here, but life has given the sundries a meaning beyond themselves, which is rarely seen outside this old house and yard! Because fashionable people are eager to replace the old ones and abandon the old ones, it is difficult for us to find such pure peaceful old things in our lives, and my uncle and them are one and exist in this unique space for many years. Until now, Big Uncle is still lighting kerosene lamps, and the lights are swaying in the ancient atmosphere at night.

? Big JIU also pointed to the picture frame on the wall behind the pillar and showed it to me, so I looked at the picture of my great-grandmother. The old lady was dressed in black and hung with jewelry, and her eyes were very calm. I also saw myself in my childhood. When I took a picture with my little sister in a sad face, people would smile sweetly. Only I was unhappy and couldn't pretend to look good ...

? Big Uncle believes in Buddhism and loves all idealistic books. Stacks of books are placed everywhere in the house without bookcases. The light was too dark for my camera to take a picture. But I have been convinced for so many years that he is a Buddhist with unique views.

? My uncle's numerous old books are stacked in the house, and he can draw them at will when he wants 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 around at the bottles and jars hanging from the ceiling, and looked around at some things that seemed "useless" but meaningful to hang in the corner. They were unique big uncle's things. Everything existed, so there was a meaning of existence. I could feel the existence of time and faith in this space, which was so warm and peaceful.

? Big Uncle is 68 years old. He has lived in this old house for more than 3 years, but his belongings have existed all his life, right? These old things, full of years, were piled up in the space where he lived. They didn't feel inappropriate, but they felt very suitable for the hermit. After staying in the house for a long time, I will not be able to get out if I sit down in that gloomy and desolate atmosphere, and I can't do this on this trip. I don't have enough time and fate, so I have to go.

? This earthen stove can cook immediately 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 cooked tofu and vermicelli for us on the earthen stove. The food on the earthen stove was particularly sweet.

I got up and went outdoors, and I saw the original earthen stove again. Big Uncle carefully built several layers of things (similar to wooden objects) to cover the earthen stove. He was afraid that the wind and earth would damage the stove, so he took care of it so much. Look at the enclosure behind the earthen stove, and it is densely shaded. An earthen well is being covered with stone planks. If you don't look closely, you don't think it is an earthen well. It has existed for more than ten years, and several buckets of water are pumped up from time to time, which is enough for Big Uncle's own use.

? I turned to the courtyard next to me along the dirt road. There used to be a family next door. After I moved out, I sold the 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's unlocked, only a stick is supported. The long grass at the door mixed with the crops and grew.

it's interesting to stand here. ask uncle what it's for, but uncle doesn't know. it came into being when he said it.

a short wall that was unintentionally achieved, but no one tore it down

? Big Uncle completely enclosed this piece of land that belongs to him, and planted trees and "crops" completely. Crops originally refer 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 mention water to irrigate the land, so the harvest was very small, but it was also extremely precious, because it was all natural, and it depended entirely on the little rain from God. This seems to be beans ... A few bricks are stuffed here, forming a "wall". I looked at it and thought it was fun.

Big Uncle's cropland looks so interesting. Everything is a little mixed together. Finally, I saw such a melon, which grew slowly under the condition of lack of water, but it must be delicious. The yard is planted with crops that my uncle likes, mixed together, and never seedlings. I identified it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out what crop it was. The great advantage of big uncle is that if there are plants at home, they must be very lush.

? There are also small trees growing together one by one, which are wild at first glance, because they are not planted by hand with regular row spacing. There was a pile of new sawdust under a tree, and I was shocked. Isn't this a tree infested with insects? Isn't this tree dying? ! Should it be cut down? ! Big Uncle came and shook his hand gently, saying, Never mind, never mind, this is a woodpecker treating tree bugs, and it will be fine after several times ... His loving eyes convinced me that what he said was true. (Sorry, I didn't take a clear picture of these tree fragments, they all fell from the tree hole)

I got up and walked away, and I saw the ant hole under the tree again, nest after nest, quietly busy with my own life. Big Uncle walked all the way to tell me what these plants are, beans, sunflowers, potatoes ... By the way, he is particularly interested in planting a plant called Miantao, which can harvest a small handful of cotton! After he introduced it to me cheerfully, he regretted that there was little rain in the sky, so the crops could not grow strong, but that was enough. He didn't complain about anything, but he was very happy that the natural existence of these species gave him happiness.

? As time goes by, trees and walls grow together and cannot be separated. When the hermit's great uncle worked simply for years, studied for a long time, and was quiet for a long time, his hair gradually turned gray, but he was full of energy, and outsiders often couldn't see how old he was.

"when I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, "My teacher," he answered," went for herbs ". But toward which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds?. " Over the years, I have always thought of him after reading this poem.

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