Entering the study

Gradually Xin

It's like a farmer walking towards a field, bees flying towards a sea of flowers, coming from the hustle and bustle of the city, seeking tranquility, realizing simplicity, naturally and calmly entering the study, immersing oneself in the world of others, comparing oneself, urging oneself, and being heartfelt and comfortable. Entering the study and gazing at the book, the vast world leaps onto the paper, and a multitude of beings flock in. Books are like mountains often stacked in disorder, and when exposed to its vast chest, your thoughts grow and spread like weeds, stirring up the power and creativity of a fountain, and feeling the sincerity and value of life, and the higher value of knowledge.

Entering the study, you are the king of your own nature, "living in the realm of people, without the noise of cars and horses", often holding back thoughts for a long time and eager to express them in writing. At this moment, a tube was in hand, writing and doodling, wandering between the pages of the manuscript, and my heart could be in the sky. How fast! But more often than not, I am tired of the scattered "inspirations" that come together at different times. They are like unruly rebellious children, hiding their heads and revealing their tails, and cannot be incubated for a long time, causing me great pain. In the end, they give birth to a strange and strange child, some of whom turn into type, making childbirth after difficult childbirth particularly easy and happy.

Entering the study, the lotus pen becomes a hoe, and the spiritual home is filled with tender crops. Perhaps far from the harvest season, but there is always an autumn in my heart. There are also times when I enter the study uninteresting and discouraged, and converse with the book group. The book laughs at me and I also laugh at me, slowly relieving my sadness. The snow melts, the restlessness gradually calms down, the disorder becomes orderly, and the haze clears in an instant, leaving my heart clear and bright.

The ancients said: If a scholar does not read for three days, his face will be detestable. Life is like a journey that brooks no delay. Entering the study brings you closer to fulfillment.

(excerpted from Shuyuan)