What are the classic quotations of Me and the Altar of Earth , and the sentences that hit the heart

It waited for me to be born, and then for me to live to the most arrogant age when I suddenly crippled my legs. For more than 400 years, it has eroded the exaggerated glaze of the eaves of the ancient hall on one side, faded the vermilion on the door wall, collapsed a section of the high wall and scattered the jade carved railings, the old cypress trees around the altar are more and more gloomy, and the wild grass and vines everywhere are also lush and free.

The bee stopped steadily in mid-air like a small mist; The ant shook its head and stroked its tentacles, suddenly thought through something, turned and hurried away; The ladybug crawled impatiently, and when it was tired of praying, it spread its wings and flickered into the air; There is a cicada on the trunk, lonely as an empty house; The dew rolled on the blades of grass, gathered, bent the blades of grass and crashed into the golden light. ”

Who can make sense of the world? There are many things in the world that are unspeakable. You can complain about why God wants to send so much suffering to this world, or you can fight for the elimination of all kinds of suffering, and you can be proud of it, but if you think one more step and you will fall into deep confusion

If there was no suffering in the world, would the world still exist? If there is no dullness, what is the glory of wit? If you don't have ugliness, how can you maintain your luck if you're beautiful?

If there is no badness and inferiority, how will goodness and nobility define themselves and how will they become virtues? Without disability, would the able-bodied become tedious and tedious because of its commonplace?

If wisdom and understanding can lead us to the path of salvation, can all people attain such wisdom and understanding?

I often think that ugly women make beautiful women. I often think that fools cite wise men. I often think it's a coward who shines on the hero. I often think that sentient beings have transformed the Buddha.

I put down the book and thought how many anxious paths my mother had traveled to find her son in such a large garden. For the first time in many years, I realized that not only were there my ruts everywhere in this garden, but also my mother's footprints in the fields where my ruts had been.

Some things are only suitable for collections. You can't say it, you can't think about it, but you can't forget it. They can't become languages, they can't become languages, and once they become languages, they cease to be.

They are a hazy warmth and loneliness, a ripe land of hope and despair, and their territory is only two: the heart and the grave. For example, some stamps are used for sending letters, and some are just for collection.

I often think that ugly women make beautiful women. I often think that fools cite wise men. I often think it's a coward who shines on the hero. I often think that sentient beings have transformed the Buddha.

For the first time in many years, I realized that there were not only my ruts everywhere in this garden, but also my mother's footprints where I had ruts, and if there were some things I didn't say, don't think I forgot, I didn't forget anything, but some things are only suitable for collection, you can't say or think, but you can't forget, no matter what she is, she rarely belongs to the language, but all belongs to the heart.

I think for the first time in many years I realized that not only were my ruts everywhere in this garden, but there were also my mother's footprints where my ruts were. You can also imagine a pair of lovers in love, saying to each other again and again, "I don't want to leave you for a moment", and saying to each other again and again, "It's not early", the time is not early, but I don't want to leave you for a moment, I don't want to leave you for a moment, but the time is not early after all.

There are many classic quotes in this work, and there are only two territories between mature hope and despair, one is the heart and the other is the grave; Shaking the car, walking slowly on the road, not in a hurry to go home at all, just want to stay alone quietly for a while.

Walking slowly in the garden in a wheelchair, in the foggy morning, and in the daytime when the sun was high, I only thought about one thing: my mother was gone. Stopping by the old cypress tree, stopping on the grass and by the decadent wall, and the afternoon when the insects are chirping everywhere, and the evening when the birds return to their nests, the potato ball is cautious and I only have one sentence in my heart:

But the number of respects is that the mother is no longer there. I put the back of the chair down, lay down, and sat up straight on the ancient altar in the darkness, and then the moonlight gradually floated, and I knew in my heart that my mother could no longer come to me in the garden.

Stetson's writing has a quiet and prosaic sadness. But he buried this sadness deep in his heart, as if he looked at it very lightly. It's like how I feel when I see his words:

I especially wanted to cry, but I told myself that I couldn't cry, but I had a feeling of calm, and I liked this writer.