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The ink lotus in the deep courtyard of the ancient temple, the red carp in the boat on the blue waves, the bamboo leaf flute on the lips of the girl in the mountains, the emerald butterfly in the arms of the sad woman, the tenderness of the boatmen on the Yangtze River... These are moving songs that fly out of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River: they talk about the pursuit of love, the yearning for happiness and the desire for understanding. Gains and losses are not the end. Only by always forging ahead can we stay happy forever.

Some people say that the moon in foreign countries is rounder than that in China. This is considered to be due to a mentality of worshiping foreign countries and favoring foreign countries. Therefore, it has been criticized by many Chinese people with strong national self-esteem. In fact, both foreign countries and China share the same moon, so why is it different in size? This truth is so obvious that it seems like there is no need to say more. But recently, I read Brother Fucai's upcoming collection of essays, "The Heart is Like a Mirror," and it aroused some other associations in me: In the eyes of some people, the moon in foreign countries may be rounder than in China; while in the eyes of others, they may feel that the moon in their hometown is rounder than anywhere else. This is entirely due to being in a leisurely environment, a kind of instant aesthetic emotion is generated, which is exactly the effect of "red rain making waves at will". And the key point is that this is the moon in the eyes of Chinese people. If you think about it carefully, it seems that the Chinese people have always had a special liking for the moon, and there are endless wonderful poems and sentences about the moon.

The work describes the process of spiritual and physical disillusionment of a landowner in southern Anhui, reflecting the irreversible decline of an era. The book is full of a family's struggle between spirit and body, and full of thrilling life accidents. Regardless of love or hatred, the readers will be immersed in the situation. The work has an epic and shocking charm, and is a rich work rarely seen in recent years.

This is a collection of essays about Zen, Zen people, and Zen things. The ethereal narration, broad-minded insights, and distant stories in the book are like a softener for the soul. They can relieve you from stress and bring some peace to you who are irritable due to the pressure of survival in the world, and to you who are restless due to the trivialities of life.