Cross yourself to goodness
Text/Lin Dan
On weekends, staying up late at night and hungry, I ordered a takeaway from the Internet and sat quietly in the living room waiting.
After a while, there was a soft knock at the door. I got up and opened the door to see that the takeaway I had ordered had arrived.
Delivery, order acceptance, tacit understanding, nature. I had just said "thank you" to the courier guy, who had turned and pressed the elevator button, leaving me with a tightly wrapped back, looking like a dusty servant.
I shook my head in embarrassment, closed the door and went back to the table. The bag was a little tight, and I took a little effort to open it. I picked up the takeaway and was about to open it, but found that there was an same takeaway pressed underneath.
I was very confused in my heart, and quickly checked the delivery list ordered on the bag: the number and telephone number on it were not correct; and it was Mr. Li's takeaway, not Mr. Lin's takeaway.
In addition, selling non-other takeaways! Thinking of the little brother running late at night, it is not easy, and then there is no way to explain to the guests behind, I quickly picked up the mobile phone to call the little brother. The little brother listened to it on the other end of the phone, was unusually calm, softly "Oh", and said softly: "I'll come back and get it." ”
I sat at the table, stared at the two takeaways in front of me, and swallowed vigorously. After a while, the little brother knocked on the door again. Delivery, order acceptance, tacit understanding, nature. The little brother did not say a word, turned around and left, pressed the button of the elevator, flashed into the elevator room, and took the elevator downstairs.
I silently closed the door again, faintly feeling that something was missing. My son, who was reading idle books in the living room, witnessed all this and angrily hugged me next to me: "This person is also true, and he can't even say 'thank you'." ”
I buried my head in the takeaway, thoughtful in my heart, and couldn't help but slowly tell my son about a past event-
In the late spring of 2014, I was introduced by a friend in Changsha and began to convert to Master Nebula, and I had the honor of becoming his lay disciple. Who knows, the first words that the master said slowly at the meeting deeply shook my soul here.
"I am not your master, but only the guide who led you into the Buddha's gate." The master with inconvenient legs and feet sat in a wheelchair, and like an amiable old man next door, he told us like a family, "If we have good thoughts in our hearts and good deeds, the Buddha is ourselves." ”
“...... So, instead of thanking me here, I want to thank you here—you have given me the opportunity to cross the path of goodness. "The master's wise eyes revealed a warm smile, and he spoke the profound Dharma so plainly, like a spring wind and rain, it nourished my heart, and made me feel empowered at once...
I don't know if my thirteen-year-old son understood the story, but I just wanted him to know clearly that a person who is good is not to make others appreciate you, to make good deeds a sure deal; but to let good deeds blossom in our hearts and make us rejoice in our own hearts.
About author: Lin Dan, a lover of words, is a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Society. He has published nearly 30 essays and essays in the supplement of Qilu Evening News, and nearly 10 essays and essays in the original edition of "Selected Essays", which is the creator of high-quality American literature in "Today's Headlines", and other texts are scattered on various online platforms. Advocate speaking people's words, writing about people's affairs, lyrical feelings, and opposing pretentiousness and disease-free moaning.
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