The book My Eternal Repentance, an introduction to Eternal Repentance .

My Eternal Repentance" wouldn't be the title of the book, would it?

Sorry I haven't seen it.

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The author was nearly 90 years old when he wrote this article, and he was invited by the reporter of "Guangming**" to complete this essay. Although the author has passed his prime, he still remembers his past experiences vividly. For his filial piety to his mother, the author has cast an eternal heartache in his heart, he didn't know how to fulfill filial piety when he was young, he couldn't fulfill his filial piety when he was young, but he couldn't fulfill his filial piety when he became an adult.

Because the mother has left the author forever, there is this "eternal regret" in the author's heart. Just as the author said: "I should not leave my hometown, I should not leave my mother", "No matter what reputation, status, happiness, or dignity in the world, it is not as good as staying by my mother's side, even if I don't know a word, even if I eat 'red' all day long".

The author's "eternal regret" is: he should not leave his hometown, he should not leave his mother; This "regret" contains not only the author's deep thoughts about Shanmu's biological mother, but also the regret caused by not being able to repay his mother's nurturing kindness.

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Ji Xianlin (: A native of Linqing, Liaocheng City, Shandong Province, China, the word Xi, and the word Qizang. He is an internationally renowned master of Oriental studies, linguist, writer, Chinese scholar, Buddhist scholar, historian, educator and social activist.

He has served as a member of the Department of Philosophy and Social Sciences of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, honorary president of Liaocheng University, vice president of Peking University, director of the Institute of South Asian Studies of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, and a tenured professor of Peking University.

In his early years, he studied abroad, fluent in English, German, Sanskrit, Pali, able to read Russian and French, especially proficient in Tocharian (an independent language in the Indo-European language family, the most widely distributed language family in the contemporary world), and is one of the only scholars in the world who are proficient in this language. For "the simultaneous study of Sanskrit, Buddhism, and Tocharian literature, and the study of Chinese literature, comparative literature, and literary theory", his works were compiled into "Ji Xianlin's Anthology", a total of 24 volumes. Before his death, he wrote three words for the crown:

Master of Chinese Studies, Master of Learning, National Treasure.

Ji Xianlin: I have reached the age of Wangjiu. In the last seventy or eighty years, from the countryside to the city; From domestic to foreign; From primary schools, middle schools, universities to foreign research institutes; From "aspiring to learn" to exceeding "from what you want not to exceed the rules", there are twists and turns, ups and downs, not only through Yangguan Avenue, but also through the single-plank bridge; After passing through "mountains and rivers and doubting no way", and seeing "another village with bright willows and bright flowers", joy and sorrow go hand in hand, disappointment and hope fly together, and my experience can be described as many. If you want to talk about regrets, it's all over the place.

If I want to choose the deepest, the most true, the most unforgettable regret, that is, the eternal regret, it is also at my fingertips, because it has never left my heart for a moment.

My eternal regret is that I shouldn't have left my hometown and my mother.

I was born in a village in extreme poverty in northwestern Shandong. My grandparents died young, leaving my father and three other brothers alone. The youngest uncle gave it away.

My father and my ninth uncle left their hometown and went to Jinan to make a living. At this time, they were only in their teens and twenties. In a big city with no relatives, it must have been after a lot of hardships that Uncle Nine settled in Jinan.

So my father went back to his hometown, saying that he was a farmer, but he had no time to cultivate. It must have been after a lot of hardships, Uncle Jiu sometimes sent some money home from Jinan, and his father relied on it to live. Somehow, I found my daughter-in-law, who was my mother.

Later, I heard that our family was indeed over for a while. Probably at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, Uncle Nine used the last five dimes left in his pocket to buy one-tenth of the Hubei flood lottery ticket in the three eastern provinces and won the prize. The brothers discussed that they wanted to "return to their hometown with wealth", go home and raise their eyebrows and exhale.

So he brought the money home, but the ninth uncle still stayed in the city, and the affairs of the township were handled by his father. He bought bricks and tiles and built a house at a ridiculous and bizarre price. And at a ridiculous and bizarre price, he bought a field with a well.

The whim will be dripping, and I will really raise my eyebrows. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and my father used an absurd and bizarre way, as if Song Jiang was auspicious, open-minded and generous, and entertained friends from all over the world. In an instant, the tiled houses were demolished and bricks and tiles were sold.

Fields with wells also change owners. The family returned to the old faith. It was at this time that I was born into the world under such circumstances.

Mother certainly experienced this great change firsthand. Unfortunately, when I lived with my mother, I was only a few years old, and I told me that I didn't understand either. So, this time our family rose sharply and then fell sharply, it was just a flash in the pan, and I still don't fully understand it.

I'm afraid this will become a mystery forever.