Earthy Sound

Introduction to "Earth Sound" Li Gen, 42 years old, returned from Zhengzhou to three acres of dry land in the northern suburbs of Xinzheng, guarding the adobe house left by his father. Planting grains, collecting herbs, talking very little, and living slowly. This book is not a legend. It is written about him digging the soil, chopping firewood, weaving baskets, sharpening knives, walking along the fields, and burying rotten fruits. The sixty-four kinds of daily life correspond to the sixty-four hexagrams of Guizangyi. There is no enlightenment from an expert, no epiphany climax, and not even a complete sentence of truth. All the spiritual submergence and growth are hidden in the ups and downs of the hoe, the arc of the wind blowing through the treetops, and the finger-thickness of the seeds when they are buried in the soil. Read it, don't rush to understand. Like stepping into a piece of loess, stand firm first. The sound of earth is not the sound of wind or water, but the very light and slow breathing deep in the earth when all things return to their roots. Li Gen could hear it. Maybe, you can too.