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From Baby Anne to Kyungsan, from childhood to adulthood, a collection of selected essays. It includes the 2023 essays "What I Met on the Journey", "A Trip", the poem "White Tower", the classic "He and She", "Rose Island", "I Want to Write You a Letter", etc. The book comes with a postcard of Qingshan's reading poem "White Tower".
A sincere book to commemorate life. The track of time, the memory of love, the essence of all things, the sensitive and gentle mood ......It is a review of Qingshan, a profound imprint along the way, showing a deep understanding of "people should be able to grow anywhere" after feeling life and crossing the border.
Everything has a deadline. Just go ahead. If there is no trace of expectation or fear at this moment, it is the perfect time for the moment. "Closer to the concrete, subtle life itself, closer to the gentle and clear mind.
Life itself is a journey. And there is no end to the journey. Whether it's a thousand mountains and rivers, or a short moment of rendezvous. If we can see each other, we will be done. "Life lies in our state of mind, in which we feel, experience, gain and lose, alternate between disappointment and hope, the important thing is to know who we are, to see the way to and to the way back.
Not pretentious, not overbearing, everything is light, lightly depicted, telling, and lightly telling readers some truth and true meaning. Looking at Gyeongsan's writing, it can give people a sense of stability.
Regarding travel, she said: "Every journey. Departure, trekking, arriving, returning. The desire is not to reach somewhere, but to gain insight and gain a new self. This is the meaning of a long journey. ”
Regarding writing, she said: "Some people write for themselves, innocent and clean. The fundamental thing is still to be calm and pleasing your feelings first. ”
Regarding herself, she said: "I feel that being a kind, composed, and authentic person is already very rich. ”
Regarding life, she said: "Life is like a dream that is ever-changing, and there is no stability that people expect. On the contrary, many times, one needs to be in the midst of a bumpy wave, drifting with the ups and downs of the sea, drifting in unknowable impermanence. Day and night are intertwined, and the heart needs to light a lamp for itself. Illuminate yourself and others. ”
2024 Selected Prose Collection, printed with gold and silver, friendly layout, delicate paper, literary collection.
Introduction
A Trip is a collection of selected essays from Baby Anne to Gyeongsan, presenting the track of time, the memory of love, the essence of all things, and the ...... of sensitive and gentle emotionsIt is a sincere book that commemorates life. Among them, there are intuitive and simple descriptions of beautiful things, as well as the author's in-depth thinking and perception of the heart, emotion, love and beauty, art, travel, creation, self-exploration and other aspects, presenting a deep understanding of "people should be able to grow anywhere" after experiencing life and crossing the border.
I feel that being a kind, calm, and authentic person is already very rich. It is also very sincere and beneficial to convey such simple values to the reader. Life may also be like a journey, in which we feel, experience, experience, gain and lose, alternate between disappointment and hope, the important thing is to know who we are, to see the way to and to the way back. The true meaning that lies in the depths of life and the human soul is also present in it.
About the Author
Kyungsan: A writer who used the pen name Baby Anne.
Publications] Essay Collection:
Moon Boy Reaches the River", "A Thousand Questions of the Heart", "Clear Inside", "All Realms", "Unprecedented", "And Eternal Day", "Sleeping in the Sky", "Su Nian Jinshi".
Short Stories** Collection:
July and Ansheng", "Farewell to Vivian", "August Weiyang", "Rose Island".
Long-form**: "Xia Mo Valley", "Lotus", "Spring Banquet", "Two or Three Things", "Flowers on the Other Side".
Table of Contents
part1 Love is fluid.
I would like to write you a letter.
Expression. Play.
Being in a relationship does not know how to be forgiving.
Precious. Accept impermanence, accept the wholeness of existence.
He appeared like a ray of light.
Vegan love. Love that comes to mind.
There needs to be mercy in love.
Time is always beyond our imagination.
Love is fluid and intangible.
The way of love. part2 Under the River of Time.
Rose Island. He her.
Family. Collect the resistance in your body.
Traveling far away and being alone with me is a burden that must be accepted.
Review. Spring shame.
Heavy rain. The frontier of life.
Possessive. Smell.
Neat and orderly things.
Complete. Writing.
Explore. Discuss.
Old**. Shot.
People and the atmosphere of the city.
Beneath the river of time.
Part3 What I met during the journey.
Travel by night train. Everywhere is the end of the river.
We are not separated from who we are.
Dangerous beauty.
Enjoy the strangeness.
Twenty-one degrees north of the equator.
In Saigon. One by one, they skim through the urban forest.
A spring trip with my mother.
Constantly carried away by running water.
Arrival. Far distance.
What you have encountered on your journey.
A trip. part4 Dreams are the continuation of life.
Be someone someone who is willing to spend their time for you.
Man lives in a prison of consciousness.
Allow all sorts of things to happen.
Dreams become a continuation of life.
Heavy snow. Plant woman.
Kindness. When we say goodbye.
Restrained. Humanity should be forgiven.
Temperate distance fulfills each other's preciousness.
Freely. Await.
The difference between people.
Self-examination. Another possibility of life.
Control. Learn to accept each other truthfully.
Sift. Build towers.
Avoid. Each person's inner self can only be enjoyed.
Ladder. Pain.
All good things are similar.
Wonderful book excerpts
I would like to write you a letter.
I would like to write you a letter. There's no particular reason, and I don't know right now that you're doing well, and when and where we're going to meet. After the farewell, many years have passed. I said trivial things in my letters, like going to my mother and waking up in the morning and talking to each other. Lying on the bed, they talked about their thoughts in the bright sky, and then got up to freshen up. There are too few people who can talk gently and patiently. More often, more people, all they care about is the falsehood and excitement of this world.
Maybe there is no logic and order. Maybe the memory and the future are reversed. None of that matters. As long as I'm writing, you're reading. I've only met one person before, and I can say that there is no gap in my heart. He lives far away. We said that once, and then we said goodbye. But I know that after such a farewell, I will definitely see you again.
Everyone approached us with the demands and responsibilities of his mortality. If you don't have it, you won't be able to socialize in the vast sea of people. If the fate is exhausted, it will be resolutely let go and there will be no more worries. If the heart is still struggling, it means that the time has not yet expired. Carry it away, don't confront, don't shirk, don't control, don't try. Carry it on your back and keep going. Now if anyone asks me a difficult question, I say the same.
The past doesn't matter. The past cannot accumulate our mood in the present. Fortunately, there is impermanence, so there is always change. Sometimes I think of a town 10,000 kilometers away, on a certain side of the world. I remembered the slightly cold air in the early morning, the aroma of the trees, the cherries in the bowl, the sound of the washing machine, and the lights that were turned off one by one when I walked up the stairs. It's as if you spent the days with you in a previous life. But most of the time, I can't remember anything. I forgot all about it. So I'm not afraid of the dark at all, and I'm not afraid of broken things. Because I know that behind all this, there is always an empty and transparent light flickering. Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. That's what I'm talking about.
I suspect that there are many people who feel like they haven't really loved and been loved in their lives before they die. Human beings resist loneliness, crave and try to obtain love, but in the end they ...... vanity, doubt, lust, and marriageStrangling it in every way. In the end, they are still like animals without love, dying alone. I guess that when a person dies, only love is the only thing that can be taken away. But most people don't have this.
If the other person is old, you will take care of it, and if you die, the other person will bury you. It's not that hard to do these things, and you don't necessarily need to love each other. It can be karma or karma, or it can be out of kindness and compassion. Love is too high a reward and requires years of commitment and obsession. Ordinary people will be intimidated by themselves.
There are four kinds of loneliness in the world. We have deep karma with people who can't really accept us. They think they love you, but it's not your soul that they love, it's the expression and form you need to embellish. You wait for someone who can accept you, and in the end it becomes clearer and clearer that you are the fulcrum. Some people choose religion, but if it is not truly understood, it can become a painkiller and opium for them. Telling the truth will always offend others and will be misunderstood. Finally, there is always a need to believe.
When people are truly in love, they see each other's baby-like souls, or each other's true colors. They will no longer need everything that seems big and irrelevant, and they will not care what society or their kind will say about their lives. People can abandon the pretense and excitement and just spend the rest of their lives quietly with each other. Only when we don't love each other will we see each other as aggressive, dangerous, and uncontrollable. People need material things and pleasures, money and fame, and fill their fears and helplessness with these substitutes of love.
If you can't be a container of purity, you can't accept the truth, and you can't carry the ultimate feelings. The Buddha has repeatedly said in ** that you can speak to what kind of person, because this cool and hot infusion has the potential to shatter you. In the same way, some people will never know what true love is and truly believe in their lives because of their physical and mental limitations.
In the summer, I went to the beach and woke up in the middle of the night to see the sea under the full moon outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the tide was surging. The waves glowing with silver light seem to be running, but in fact, ** has not gone, but it is just ups and downs. Most of the things in the world are so vain, but in the hearts of some people they are steadfast. I think of the Japanese aesthetic, where momentary beauty can be exchanged for life. Their paranoia can be said to be a kind of ignorance, or it can be said to be a kind of freedom after a breakthrough.
Even if there is no fault or sin, but you are willing to live a life of repression and procrastination, you are already in hell. How else can a person penetrate samsara? It is powerful to have the courage to live authentically. "Six Tales of Floating Life" wrote: In the summer moon, when the lotus flowers first bloom, they bloom in the evening. Yun pinches a little tea with a small yarn sac, puts the flower heart, takes it out tomorrow morning, and soaks it in the spring water of the cooking sky, and the fragrance is particularly exquisite. Belch. The simple details, as if in a dream, are extremely real. Only the unbeautiful days that are thrown away are as false as the fake.
If human beings are not in order to fulfill their instinctive mission of reproduction, there is no reason to coexist. But it is only after transcending gender that we each have a chance to glimpse the hints of each other's souls. What the reincarnated soul ultimately needs is to merge and disappear. The most perishable of the flesh needs pure delusional security and longevity. What can be expressed clearly is usually not important. What cannot be stated, what cannot be taken off, what cannot be displayed, and what cannot be conveyed is what is important.