I have always wanted to go to Israel, especially the legendary golden Jerusalem.
I admit that I am not an unbeliever, but Jerusalem, as a mortal, still belongs to the city of heaven. In my vague impression, this is a mysterious city. Under the gaze of the gods, there have been golden glories, gray loneliness and even black killings. Every inch of her land is rarely moistened by rain, but it has been deeply infiltrated by blood again and again in thousands of years of reincarnation. The sun and the moon are full, and Chen Su is on the list. People are born here, pray here, unite here, cry here, laugh here, fight here, reconcile here, survive here and destroy here. Prosperity rises in the morning and does not exist in the evening. For thousands of years, thousands of people's blood and tears, with the sigh of God, turned into rolling yellow sand in the Middle East desert, which was driven away by the sudden wind and drowned thousands of years and thousands of people's tears. Jerusalem, which should have been buried in the desert, was destroyed, prospered, destroyed and reborn again and again from the ashes of blood and fire because of human hatred and desire and cruel and affectionate fate. Three thousand years later, on a warm afternoon, the kingdom of heaven flew out of the mysterious dreamland like a rainbow bubble and set foot on golden Jerusalem as usual.
Overlooking Jerusalem
Love and hate
People say that Jerusalem is golden. I stood on the top of Olive Hill and looked up. An orange breeze blew and sent the blue sky to the end of the day. At the end of the day, the bright yellow ocean roared and galloped, but it was domesticated into this docile land by a pair of skillful hands of human beings for thousands of years. Houses in Jerusalem grow happily on this land. In order to appreciate the gift of the earth, every house here is built with local stones. The stone is engraved with desert marks, with a hint of white in yellow. I guess the sun must have heard the good name Jerusalem and was very happy with her, so it decided to dedicate its golden light to this ancient city with a thousand years of history. Yes, Jerusalem is golden, just like the song that floated in the sky that day, so it sings:
Yerushalaimallofgold
Yerushalaim, bronze and bright colors
WithinmyheartIshalltreasure
Yoursongandsight
Jerusalem, the city of gold
How bright, the city of bronze
I like playing music like a harp.
Praise you.
For thousands of years, warm tears of human beings have flowed around Jerusalem quietly, singing her praises and sighing her sighs. Jerusalem thanks human beings, so she gives back to people's affection with her beautiful appearance and devastated soul. Dear friend, do you remember? Man is a child of the universe, and the universe favors her children, so it gives her special colors to human beings. Light and darkness, the colors of the human soul, are carefully reconciled by a quill pen called fate, and a picture of Jerusalem is drawn on this ancient land. People who died in 3000 years, under the cold eyes of the galaxy for hundreds of millions of years, stretched out trembling hands and stroked every inch of land on the picture scroll. From that moment on, beauty and suffering became the soul of Jerusalem.
Jerusalem is the favorite city of the gods, so it is named after the Hebrew "City of Peace". 2000 years ago, Jesus looked down at the city of peace on the Mount of Olives, but he saw the future of beautiful Jerusalem swallowed up by the raging fire. Jesus immediately understood that his heavenly father had predicted the irreversible fate of his favorite city. Jesus is a god, but he is also a man. The fragility of human nature made him extremely sad for a time, and he shed tears for the city he loved deeply. After 2000, I stood in front of the "main weeping hall" and looked at this city reborn from the ashes of the fire countless times. When the phantom of the overlapping of the three major religions was hit into my heart by the rolling wheel of history, my body could not help trembling slightly.
Zhuqitang
Jerusalem is the holy city of Judaism. King David's warriors are long gone, and the king's piano is still ringing in his ears. Jerusalem is the holy city of Christianity, where Jesus completed his 14 journey, and his people are still grateful for the painful redemption. Jerusalem is the holy city of Islam, where the sage Mohammed once set foot on the sacred stone and went to seventh heaven. God loves all people, and may the world enjoy peace forever, without worries and sorrows. People also love God, and in order to get God's care, they will not hesitate to pay homage to the inner devil with foreign blood. Over the past 3000 years, 1 city has been conquered 37 times and destroyed 8 times. Good and evil in human nature, like two naughty children, repeatedly compete for their beloved toys. In this game that has lasted for thousands of years, countless creatures have turned to dust because of the evil of human beings, and because of the kindness of human beings, small flowers have blossomed in the dust.
A variety of enjoyment flowed out of the desert.
There are all kinds of gold-plated ornaments in a street shop in Jerusalem, which makes me very happy. After some selection, I bought David's six-pointed star with local characteristics. When checking out, the shopkeeper smiled and sent a Chinese billboard, which said that the owner of this jewelry store was a Jew who immigrated from Yemen after the founding of Israel, and his craftsmanship was handed down by his father's father.
Star of David
The brief record on the card makes a paragraph in Mrs. Meyer's biography come to the fore:
"Jews have lived in Muslim Yemen for many centuries, cut off contact with the rest of the Jewish world, were persecuted, deprived of political rights, fell into poverty, lived as the property of Yemeni rulers, were forbidden to engage in various industries open to others, and even were forbidden to walk in the same street with Muslims. Jews are the poorest and smallest citizens. How do they make a living? They became skilled craftsmen, silversmiths, jewelers, weavers and carpenters. "
Thousands of Yemeni Jews heard that the State of Israel was about to be established and risked their lives to escape. On the way, they were attacked by Arab robbers and arrived in Aden in the desert. Because the Egyptians prohibited Israeli ships from passing through the Suez Canal, they had only one way to go to Israel, and that was by plane.
Mrs Meyer also recorded her conversation with an old Yemeni with plain brushwork:
""Have you ever seen an airplane before? "
"no"
"Aren't you afraid of flying?"
"Not afraid! This is written in Isaiah of the Bible. They will fly high on the wings of eagles. " "
My life is the autobiography of Mrs Meir, the third prime minister of Israel. In this book, Mrs Meyer recorded her growth with simple and restrained brushstrokes, and also recorded the suffering and aggregation of the Jewish nation.
My life
I love the warm brushwork of this book Xia Huan, a country born and revived in the war. For this love, I brought this autobiography, which condensed the thick history of Israel, to the land of Israel.
Six million Jews were killed in World War II. When the haze of war gradually blew away, the scarred Jews sailed across the sea from the United States, France, Britain, Poland, Ukraine, Russia, Australia, Brazil, Argentina, South Africa and other countries in the Noah's Ark in the new millennium and returned to their homeland.
2,000 years ago, Jeremiah 32: 37 of the Bible truthfully recorded this history:
God said, "In my anger, wrath and great indignation, I drove the Israelites (Jews) to all countries, and I will gather them from there and bring them back to this place."
Who would have thought that the prophecy of a thousand years ago, because of the immortal memory of a nation, created a miracle after a thousand years. The Jew who wandered forever actually went home. But it was not a warm home, but a desolate desert surrounded by enemies. The Israelis did not flinch, and the deep fear of the Holocaust was deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Jew. The heavy warning of history makes them believe that a nation without a country will never have a foothold. In order to protect this hard-won land under their feet, the Israelis took up their strongest weapon.
Jews' strongest weapon is their ever-changing ideas. Jews are the most innovative people in the world. The population of Israel is less than half that of Beijing, but it took only a few decades to build an innovative country that attracted worldwide attention. This special ability, envied by other countries, may stem from the speculative spirit spread by Jews since ancient times. The Jewish classic Talmud once recorded the story of two rabbis arguing. One rabbi's interpretation of scripture shocked the earth, but another rabbi still refused to accept it, saying that even if God came in person, he would not admit it if he could not convince people by reasoning. God was very happy to hear this, and a voice came out to praise them. The tradition of Jewish questioning, debating and multi-dimensional thinking seems doomed from now on, and the future will become the source of innovative thinking of the whole nation.
Interestingly, Jews are also the most traditional people. Orthodox Jews can be seen everywhere on the streets of Israel. They wear black felt hats, long black coats, white shirts and long curly hair at their temples. Orthodox Jews maintain an ascetic lifestyle, refuse to perform military service and not work, strictly abide by Jewish traditions, and recite scriptures every day. They are convinced that it is their sincere prayers that bless this troubled country.
The collision of historical and cultural diversity has created an all-inclusive Israel. Languages, scripts, history, traditions, cultures and customs of different countries, like clear streams, converge into surging rivers in this desolate land. Because of people's desire and belief, honey and milk flow out of the desolate desert.
One city, two walls.
I heard an interesting story in Mount Zion in Jerusalem. It is said that every newly married Jew will break a glass at the wedding and swear to heaven, "Jerusalem will be built next year!" " "Broken glass symbolizes the Jewish temple that was built twice and destroyed twice. The Jewish nation has never forgotten its determination to recapture the holy city, so it chose to use a wedding custom to brand the firm will of the whole nation into the bone marrow of every Jewish descendant. The Jewish temple has already turned into dust, but a protective wall to the west of the temple has been blessed by God and stands on the dust.
Comfort
This once-protected city wall is now "wailing wall". The day I came to wailing wall happened to be the Jewish Sabbath. Jews like to choose this day to hold adult ceremonies for boys over 13. According to local custom, a black wooden wall stands in the middle of wailing wall to separate male and female prayers. Therefore, the child's mother can't stand beside the child, she can only stand in the chair with me, lean out her head carefully and look at the child with warm eyes. Children with black hats face wailing wall and silently read Jewish classics. I can't hear the children's reading, and a hoarse voice floated into my ears along the gap in the sun. The sound goes deep into my brain from the depths of my ears and rhythmically soaks into my heart. I turned around and saw a white-haired old lady holding a sheepskin-covered Bible with trembling hands. Her face was covered with deep ravines, and two clear streams flowed quietly along the ravines. Like a naughty boy of 13 years old, the breeze flips the footer of the Bible, and the footer flips gently. One story after another, together with all the vivid characters in the story, flew to wailing wall one by one. With the purr of gray pigeons, white notes filled with wishes danced up and down between the old gaps in wailing wall, and the story emerged from the pages, along with all the people who ran away in the story. People who came out of the story silently recited the eulogy in the Bible, wrote their wishes on paper, folded them up and stuffed them into the gap of wailing wall. Every brick and stone in wailing wall, and every gully on the brick and stone, tells a story of Hua Song, and Gollum, Gollum, and Gollum's story in past lives of every wishing person. It is said that this is the closest place to God, and it is said that it was made in wailing wall.
Wailing wall is an old man who loves telling stories. His story belongs not only to God, but also to God's neighbors. Behind the wall of sighs is the ruins of a Jewish temple, but now it is an Islamic temple that stands there. Mosques are forbidden to non-Muslims, but Jews recognize the right to pray in Muslim holy places. The story of Jews and Arabs is an account book that is constantly being cut and sorted out. It is said that whenever fanatical Jews try to force their way into an Islamic church, extreme Muslims will retaliate with suicide bombers. Thus, on this small holy mountain, there is often a sighing scene: Jews are crying outside wailing wall: God, why does Jerusalem not only belong to us? Muslims are crying in the temple behind the wall. God, why doesn't Jerusalem just belong to us?
This embarrassing scene reminds me of another wall in Israel-the separation wall. I heard the name of the Great Wall before I set foot on the land of Israel. It is said that this special wall separates two hostile countries, one called Israel and the other called Palestine. But what I didn't expect was that Palestine in Jerusalem was actually a country within a city. What is even more embarrassing is that Jerusalem outside the wall hides the tomb of Jesus, while Palestine inside the wall retains the remains of Jesus' birth.
When my thoughts were flying, I stood on the top of Zion and saw two high walls tearing at each other, roaring, colliding, fighting, choking, sighing, wailing and crying, turning the turbulent waves of history and reality into rolling yellow sand in the Middle East, sweeping the boundless land, breaking through the barriers of people's hearts and rushing into the blue depths of the sky, which is the end of the sky and the residence of the gods. I looked up at the solemn temple of the gods and asked in a trembling voice: God, please tell me, since you are omnipotent, why was your temple destroyed? For what reason, you left a section of wailing wall for your people? God, since you really exist, please tell me, why did you put your temple behind wailing wall? Is this a revelation from God? A wall apart? Separated by a wall! Why is there only one wall! ?
People prayed deeply, and in the dim tears, the gods were silent. They just look at this affectionate land with affectionate eyes. Following the eyes of the gods, I looked from the end of the sky and saw the earth-colored high wall coming from the depths of history step by step, and wailing wall lived in it. I listened to her whisper quietly, then turned around silently, and wailing wall also marched slowly, step by step towards history.