[1]
I read Tsai Chong-da’s “Skins” very slowly, without any demands on efficiency. I only got through the first three chapters. After all, some books are suitable for reading in the middle of the night, just as some thoughts always come to me in the dead of night.
The first article in his book is an article of the same name called “Skin capsule”. With a stubborn foot binding tai (CAI Chongda grandmother’s mother) will pull me into the unique Minnan style of the town.
This toothless, leaky old woman who insists on measuring the streets of a small town with her small feet tells the truth of life inadvertently.
“The body is not to be used, but not to be served. If you wait on your skin all day long, you will get nowhere. Only those who know how to use the body can become talents.”
[2]
A Tai is tough and wise. Look at this article, the cock who lost his daughter but still calmly fell and struggled to death on the sacrifice, and said such wonderful words as “Don’t let the body torment its soul”.
The 99-year-old lady who was calm even when her fingers were cut off.
These words are the meaning of the title of “Skins” after seeing the suffering and changes of the world.
“We are all souls busy in the world wearing a skin. The use of this skin is to weather all kinds of storms, so that our souls always have a place to rest.”
There was an indescribable feeling in my heart that this 92-year-old woman could climb up to the roof to fix the leak, hard as stone.
She is like a miniature of an era, in that suffering era, silently bear everything.
These also determine the old man’s character, standing aloof from worldly affairs, but persevering, after earth-shaking changes in this land, has been a lot of indifferent.
[3]
In “Mother’s House,” he describes the parents who are obsessed with building a house in their hometown.
I can’t understand why they would spend all their money building a house they knew would soon be torn down.
But as Chua recounted his story, I began to understand his mother’s almost unnatural persistence.
A house is built out of a mother’s love for a father, in health, in sickness and in death.
This love became the mother’s life’s most firm goal and belief, this love, involving the dignity of the family.
For example, in this family of five conflicts, the gentle mother voice suddenly loud: “people live for a breath, this breath is worth more than anything!”
Perhaps, under such circumstances, CAI Chongda also silently bear the unbearable lightness of life, but who can know how much he can bear?
At any time, opportunities are for those who are prepared, perhaps this kind of person with friendship and responsibility, god will care for him this boy who loves home and hometown, do not want to see their home really collapse!
[4]
“Disabled” was an article that left me with mixed feelings about his father, who by then was hemiplegic from a stroke.
My father was angry, tried, and finally gave up and reconciled. At that time, the whole family was so poor that they could only eat rotten vegetables picked up by their mother every day, but the warmth of home never disappeared.
My father gave up the struggle and played the role of a naughty child, “and I knew it was the best way he could find.”
These include the hardships of life, the dignity of family and the strong bonds of family.
Nothing could be more moving as a human struggle and a struggle for dignity.
From Tryne~
[5]
A paragraph on Douban is very meaningful:
There are two kinds of hesitation in this era, one in the rush to find stability, can not find the home. The other is safe, so empty that he can’t wait to die. Because these two kinds of hesitations have bred two kinds of people.
A mature, philistinism composed of armor to protect their own, against all the unsmoothness of the world; The other held up a banner with its head held high, eager to proclaim reproductive isolation from all who did not.
The first kind of people shake their legs and piss their crotch on the shore and rage against the waves, and the other kind of people show off and have to gather a crowd of onlookers before they plunge into the bottom of the sea. (From Douban Songqing)
Perhaps when the ideal is abstained, mature practice to the bone marrow, used to others to jump off debauchery, their own manager of wind and rain. \
Then you will find that what kind of life is not so important, pain and happiness are not so important, soul clarity and satisfaction may be the most important.
I, on the other hand, haven’t found my faith yet.
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