Night reading 丨 Why do I watch maple leaves in autumn

The anchor reads the classics and said good night with you. Hello everyone, this is Lightning Night Reading. I am Xia Changhao, anchor of Mu Pingrong Media Center. What I shared with you tonight is Lin Qingxuan's "Why am I watching Maple Leaf in Autumn" (excerpts)

"Why do I watch Maple Leaf in Autumn"

Remember that day, a mountain forest.

The maple trees were holding the maple tree, and almost filled with the entire mountain, green, yellow, orange, orange, red, I seemed to walk into a dream, completely surrounded by warm red. The quiet maple tree is beautiful enough. When the wind comes, it is like a lot of letters sent from a distance, sprinkled in the air, rotating, flying, echoing, and gently fell on the feet.

On the ground in the forest, the maple leaves have been piled up to half a foot, and people have to step on the beautiful maple leaves. Each step, the broken maple leaves sang the autumn song with a hoarse voice. Let me be intoxicated in such a dream! I strolled with the maple forest and had a fairy tale heart.

Suddenly, a strong aroma drifting from the maple forest, waking me up from the dream and fairy tales, looking for the aroma and flying smoke, it turned out to be a roadside shop that fried food. Countering each other, it is not something else that explodes, it is a piece of maple leaves with green, yellow, and red.

The maple leaves are wrapped in the material of the egg whites and flour, and it is fried in the oil pan. It is called "raising" or "sweet or not." Suddenly, the maple leaves that were thrown appeared to the pot noodles. Each piece was neat pentagram, and the color was faintly revealed in the flour.

I never expected that the fried maple leaves were still so beautiful; what I didn't expect was that maple leaves could be eaten or sold on the roadside. I bought a plate of cakes made of maple leaves, walked to the stone chair under the maple tree, and tasted quietly. What I didn't expect was that the maple leaves were so delicious!

In fact, the maple leaf itself has no taste, but sitting between thousands of maple trees, watching the maple red layer, the maple leaves fluttering, the maple leaf cake is like the taste of autumn, full of fairy tale, dreams, singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing and singing. poetry.

It turned out to see it with my eyes. At this moment, I smelled it with my nose, tasted it with the tip of my tongue, and used all cells and consciousness to approach the autumn. I am in my belly in autumn and autumn; I am in the maple leaves, and the maple leaves are also in my chest.

Su Dongpo has a saying: "Jiangshan Fengyue, the master is the master, the idle is the owner." I think that life needs to be reduced, and a lot of things must be put down in awareness. Walk gently, live with heart, breathe gently, and care softly. In this way, we can find the tranquility of our hearts.

Everyone wants a romantic life and romantic emotions, but few people know that "romantic" is "waste time walking slowly, waste time to eat slowly, waste time slowly, waste time slowly together aged"! Or just sitting under the maple tree to taste maple leaves, it is very simple and can have deep happiness.

Going out of the mountain forest full of maple leaves, I want to focus on this volatile and disturbing life, especially focusing on more beauty than vulgar life.

The essence of life is empty, and the empty one is just a sense of enlightenment, and the moment is the life itself. One year, a certain month, and one day, I felt at the moment when I felt at the forest, and I lived a real time.

The beauty of life is indeed short, and it is the most authentic life of human beings. In the first time, it is really existing in the heart, and every fall, it will emerge.

Writer profile:

Lin Qingxuan, a contemporary writer, proseist in Taiwan in China, pseudonym Qin Qing, Lin Li, Lin Da Bei, Lin Wanhuang, Xia'an, Qingxuan, Yuan Ting.

On February 26, 1953, he was born in Qishan Town, Kaohsiung County, Taiwan. Since 1967, he has lived in Tainan and studied at Erhai Middle School. In 1970, he published "Ten Posts for Traveling" in the newspaper. In 1972, he was admitted to the World News College. In 1981, the essay collection "Winy pot of moonlight wine" was published. In 1986, the essay collection "Purple Bodhi" was published in mainland China. In 1990, the essay collection "Red Dust Bodhi" was published in mainland China. In 2008, the essay collection "Normal Tea Very Road" was published in mainland China. In 2014, the essay collection "Qing Huan Xuan Xuan" was published in mainland China. In 2016, the essay collection "Happy Life" was published in mainland China.

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