"Ear, there is an ancient saying that a wise person has a sharp ear." Tang Lin smiled and said, "I hope this child can become a wise person in the future."
When everyone heard this meaning, they all applauded.
Looking at this new little life, Tang Lin had a strange feeling in his heart. He would never be able to understand this feeling without witnessing a life coming into this world with his own eyes.
"Life has been realized, reincarnation is difficult to understand." Tang Lin left the Li family and returned to his house, looking at the sky in the distance in trance.
He already understood the charm of life, but reincarnation was still beyond his reach.
What is reincarnation?
As we all know, reincarnation is a cycle, cause and effect, flowers bloom and flowers wither, ebb and flow, are all reincarnations.
But, what does it feel like at that moment when you face reincarnation?
Tang Lin's eyes flickered. He pondered for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved. He was about to use the "Spirit Sealing Hand" of the demon-suppressing clan to seal his own vitality and become an ordinary person. In this way, after a hundred years, he will step on the path of becoming an ordinary person.
Enter reincarnation.
Only in this way can we appreciate the artistic conception of that moment of reincarnation.
However, when he was about to use it, Tang Lin suddenly thought that this secret method of origin cultivates vitality, not the body.
Then the reincarnation should not be the body, but the vitality!
Only by letting the vitality in the body enter reincarnation can we truly understand the artistic conception of reincarnation!
"Let the vitality enter reincarnation..." Tang Lin frowned slightly, thinking it was one thing, but doing it was another matter.
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Six years have passed.
On this day, the sky was overcast. On the hillside outside Lijia Village, a green old cow was carrying a five or six-year-old boy on its back.
The child had an ordinary appearance, but his dark eyes were very bright. He held a flute in his hand, straddling the cow's back, and played the flute softly.
The melodious flute sound made many butterflies and moths fly from the flowers and plants to his shoulders, seeming to enjoy the flute sound.
The green cow he sat down had already eaten and gradually walked into the village. When he came to the village gate, the child on the cow's back immediately jumped down. Holding a flute, he trotted to an old house at the entrance of the village and shouted loudly.
Written by: "Uncle Tang, Uncle Tang."
Tang Lin walked out of the house and said with a chuckle: "Little Niu, do you still want to listen to the flute today?"
The child nodded desperately. He was the baby named Li Er by Tang Lin himself six years ago.
Tang Lin smiled and moved a wooden chair with a backrest from the house. Sitting under the eaves at the door, under the warm orange-gold sunset, he waved to Li Er.
The child immediately ran to him, grinning.
Tang Lin took out a flute and played it gently.
The child squatted beside him, holding his chin in his hands, listening intently.
As the sky gets darker, smoke is everywhere in the village, and the delicious smell of food permeates the small village. Many people are calling their children to go home for dinner.
When Tang Lin finished playing the flute, he looked at Li Er with a smile and said, "What did you hear?"
Li Er came back to his senses, scratched his head and said, "I didn't hear anything. I just thought it sounded good."
Tang Lin smiled and said, "That's right."
Li Er asked doubtfully: "Is this right?"
Tang Lin smiled and said: "If you don't think you are smart, you are a wise man. This flute sound is just the flute sound. As long as it sounds good, it is enough!"
Li Er seemed to understand. Little did he know that Tang Lin's flute music now contained life, including these words, which were his insights into life.
Life is just life!
Although life is just life, it includes everything, such as joy, anger, sorrow, joy, etc., but in the end it is still life.
This is a very mysterious truth.
Just like the three artistic conceptions of seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, and seeing a mountain as a mountain.
Li Er asked curiously: "Uncle Tang, how can I play the flute as beautifully as you do? Do you have any skills?"
Tang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Just blow with your heart."
"Blow with your heart?"
"Integrate your heart into the flute sound, including your joys, sorrows, sorrows, all your emotions and your life! Only in this way can the flute sound be complete."
Li Er scratched his head, a little confused.
Tang Lin smiled, looked at him and said, "It's time for you to go back to eat."
Li Er was startled and immediately slapped his forehead and said, "Oops, mother will definitely blame me. Uncle Tang, I'll come back tomorrow."
He quickly jumped back on the back of the green bull and urged the cow anxiously. However, the more the green cow was urged, the more it refused to move, and instead stopped in place.
Little Li Er was so anxious that he almost slapped the cow's butt hard.
Tang Lin smiled and said, "If you play the flute, maybe it will go away."
Little Li Er believed Tang Lin's words and immediately took out his flute and played it. Under the sound of the flute, the green cow really walked forward slowly.
"Goodbye, Uncle Tang." Xiao Li Er waved happily.
Tang Lin smiled and waved.
After Little Li Er left, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the night in front of him. A Duo was in charge of his body this month and had already gone out to play.
In the deep darkness, he was the only one in front of the lonely house.
Tang Lin looked along the back of little Li Er, and saw lights lighting up in the village, illuminating every household with warmth.
Tang Lin's lips twitched slightly, and he suddenly missed his mother and father.
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As time passed, little Li Er gradually grew up and became a young man. He did not inherit his father's identity as a hunter, but became a teacher in a book school.
But Tang Lin, who was originally a tutor at the school, has retired. Everyone in the village often sees this strange man, always sitting alone in front of the house, looking into the distance.
No one knows what he is thinking.
He is like a stone sculpture, an eternal landscape at the entrance of the village.
Late at night.
Li Er hugged the book and came to Tang Lin's house. He scratched his head and said with a smile: "Uncle Tang, I encountered something today and I can't figure it out."
Tang Lin was very interested and said: "What's the matter?"
He has always loved Li Er very much. Perhaps it was because he named him the first time that he always felt familiar with him.
The only regret is that Li Er's qualifications are too ordinary. He needs to remember things three times that others can remember once. It is difficult for him to figure out things that others can easily figure out.
Sometimes I can’t even figure it out!
For example, others think that the sun and moon in the sky are inlaid by immortals to benefit the people. But Li Er thinks that if it is really made by immortals, then they have the power to inlay the sun and moon in the sky. Why not spread the immortal method widely so that people can benefit from it?
All living beings can cultivate and become strong.
Others think that the law of the jungle is the way to go. If you are too weak, you will be bullied by bandits or corrupt officials.
But Li Er felt that being weak is not a sin. Why can't human beings respect and be kind to each other, but instead kill each other?
He once asked Tang Lin for these questions. In his heart, Tang Lin was a bright light. He understood deeply that Tang Lin was definitely not an ordinary person.
Faced with his questions, Tang Lin always smiled slightly and said only one sentence: "Go and see the water."
Li Er would put a big water tank at home every day and watch the water in it.
Although he didn't know what he could see in the water, Tang Lin asked him to look, so he did.
"Uncle Tang, I looked at the water today and found that dust has fallen into the water for a long time. I always thought it had some meaning, but I couldn't figure it out." Li Er said honestly.
Tang Lin smiled slightly, picked up a piece of grass from the ground, walked to the pool next to him, squatted down, gently moved the grass in the pool, and said, "What did you see?"
Li Er said honestly: "Ripples."
Tang Lin nodded slightly and said, "What would happen without these ripples?"
Li Er thought for a while and said: "The water will be very calm."
Tang Lin nodded and said: "Yes, your life now is like a pool of very calm water. If you suddenly encounter a bandit or something, it will be like a piece of grass, which will bring shock and waves to your life."
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"And dust will come in a little bit every day. Although it's just a little bit, don't underestimate this little bit. Just like your daily life, eating, sleeping, and teaching, these are the dust that falls into your life."
"Water is your life! When the dust slowly accumulates, just like days passing by, when the dust accumulates to a certain extent and fills the pool, then the water will flow out, just like life passing by, that is the end of life.
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Li Er suddenly realized: "That's it."
Tang Lin smiled and said: "As for why you ask why the weak eat the strong, the truth is actually very simple. If you look at the results of anything, you can see the reason."
Li Er scratched his head and said, "I understand."
Tang Lin smiled slightly.
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Peaceful life passes day by day.
Thirty years later.
With the arrival of a group of bandits, the peace of Lijia Village was broken, and many people of the older generation died. The younger generation had never seen the terror of bandits.
The first thing that bore the brunt of the bandit's visit was Tang Lin's hut at the entrance of the village. He was sitting under the eaves, and the years had left scars on his body. His long and flowing black hair was now gray, and his face was full of wrinkles. Only his pair of
The eyes are still dark and bright.
He looked at the arrival of these bandits under the setting sun, his brows furrowed and his face a bit gloomy.
"Brothers, kill them all, burn them all, rob them all, and charge!" the bandit leader roared, waving his sword and taking the lead in riding in.
Hearing the roar of the bandit, everyone in the village panicked. Among them, a few of the older generation immediately ran to the village gate and asked Tang Lin for help.
Tang Lin slowly stood up from the chair, his back already stooped, looking at the large number of bandits, his eyes flashing with cold light.
"Whoever enters the village will die!" Tang Linsen said coldly.
The bandit leader was a young man. He glanced at Tang Lin and sneered: "A bad old man is still meddling in other people's business. Die!"
Whoosh!
The knife slashed Tang Lin's throat.
The villagers nearby were horrified, and some women screamed.
At this moment, the sword flashed and suddenly stopped in front of Tang Lin's neck.
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I’m almost done writing my reflections. I’m so tired from writing. Hey, I’d like to ask for a recommendation vote to cheer me up.