I am a travelerThis winter is particularly cold and disheartening. In the future, I am almost confined to home, except for writing and drawing, flipping a few pages of books, and playing with the micro-screen. The cold condensation of the earth, the screen full of mourning, how many people, forever passed away in silent China, the elders of the art world, simply rushed to heaven. Death is the only way for everyone to get to the other side, and they all say that they accept it calmly and face it head-on, how many people can not be afraid? Survival is a biological instinct, and there is nothing wrong with it. Besides, no one can answer, is there really another side? There is no solution to death, even Confucius said, "If you don't know life, you don't know death." Life is a journey, and everyone is a passerby who is crawling in the world. I think of the book I bought in 1991, "The Collection of Haiku on the Mountain and Fire", which is thin but full of self-confession about the question of life's destiny, and of course, it is also a self-examination without answers. I remember that at that time, I copied two and framed them and hung them next to the bed, so that I could comfort myself at any time, "In the cycle of life and death, the snow is heavy", "Manzhu Sahua is blooming, it is my body sleeping place", more than 30 years later, this word should still be there. Taneda Yamatou Huo, a famous haiku of Japan's free ritsu haiku, and a monk of the Soto sect. At the age of 60, he traveled in the Dongying Islands. He also crossed the sea to come to Middle-earth, and he also relied on haiku to repeatedly oppose the war of aggression against China, and I wondered why he was not called to tea. Regrettably, he died in 194 without seeing the crushing defeat of the warmongers. So, I found it again and read it. Reading and reading, the heart was touched again, and I couldn't help but draw, first I drew eight, and then twelve, I couldn't suppress it, and finally, in three days, I drew thirty-four, and I wanted to tear off two and leave thirty-two, so as to combine the number of the thirty-two phases of Buddhism, think about it and forget it, deliberately go together, and go against the Zen of Caodong Buddhism. When drawing, I didn't deliberately arrange the order, I flipped through the book casually, and drew which sentence I encountered. When I stamped it, I realized that from the first one to the last one, it was actually a complete journey, or a reincarnation. "The projection in the water is my body, my traveler". 2 January 4, 23 Lu 3.
Recognizing life and death is the cause of a major event in the Buddhist family. In the cycle of life and death, the snow accumulates heavily. 34cm×23cm
Yan knows death, condenses the sky and goes away to the clouds. 34cm×23cm
Offer a large bowl of noodles and eat with your mother. 34cm×23cm
In this cloud tour, the cicada flies alone and endlessly. 34cm×23cm
The lonely crow crow, I also walked alone. 34cm×23cm
With helplessness, he walked forward alone. 34cm×23cm
There is only one straight road, and the line is even more lonely. 34cm×23cm
The projection in the water has my body, and I am a traveler. 34cm×23cm
Commentary: And with the dragonfly falling on the hat, accompany me all the way. 34cm×23cm
Tonight the owl and I can't sleep. 34cm×23cm
Silently, and will wear straw sandals today. 34cm×23cm
Slipping and falling, the mountain is silent. 34cm×23cm
Enjoy it leisurely and taste the taste of water. 34cm×23cm
Fight flies and mosquitoes, but in fact, you hit yourself. 34cm×23cm
The sassy pine wind hits the morning bell and the twilight bell. 34cm×23cm
Today there are few guests, and there are still fireflies. 34cm×23cm
Sit on the ground and stretch your legs, and the sun is still setting on your feet. 34cm×23cm
Do nothing, and move forward. 34cm×23cm
The frogs croaked frequently, as if the water tasted good. 34cm×23cm
Acquaintance has no chance of another mountain, and it is gradually far away from me. 34cm×23cm
Walking on the trail today, I am happy to see dandelions with flowers. 34cm×23cm
Tao Ran ate and drank drunk, and crickets once slept together. 34cm×23cm
I was drenched in rain from the clouds in the middle of the sky. 34cm×23cm
There is no place to stay, and the hometown is often dreaming in the sky. 34cm×23cm
Alone is still lonely, silently to the withered grass. 34cm×23cm
The moon was sinking in the west, and there was only one person in the distance. 34cm×23cm
When people reach old age, they linger in their hometown. 34cm×23cm
What is death, indifferent to the sky (clouds) to go. 34cm×23cm
The back is fading away in the autumn rain. 34cm×23cm
The rain was miserable at the beginning of winter, and I went into the mountains in the rain. 34cm×23cm
A few daffodils bloom, and one flower welcomes the new year. 34cm×23cm
The hometown is homecoming, and the spring trees are blooming with new buds. 34cm×23cm
After a long absence, the bamboo shoots are auspicious. 34cm×23cm
This body survived, tickling and pleasant. 34cm×23cm
Lv San, Mingbin, alias Pozi Lv San, is a native of Da'an District, Zigong City, Sichuan. Born in the Cultural Revolution and grew up in the market. Look up to the gentleman and envy the villain. The chest is useless, and the hands are weak. I like the new, especially the ancient, and the sex is not sensitive. If you ask about academic qualifications, five years of primary school, six years of secondary school, and that's it. There are literary and painting collections "Lu San Addition and Subtraction", "Circle of Friends", "Seven ** Ten · Da'an Lu Sanzang Eight Suzhou Paintings" and a variety of personal paintings. 2024 Book of Answers