Live, let everyone learn to recognize

When I was young, my dad's education for me was to scold, either a kick or a big slap, he called it, reward you with five fritters.

Because when the slap came up, there were five finger prints on the face.

But it doesn't affect that he loves me, it's the way he loves me, and he thinks it will make me grow up healthier.

Now I think this way, the effect is average, and there are side effects.

When my father scolded me, he often said that you are an old crow who has been dead for three years, and your mouth is not rotten.

He meant that my mouth was hard and I wouldn't admit it.

At this point, I followed my mother, and my mother was also a person who did not recognize it, and she was competitive in everything and refused to accept defeat.

My dad later gave my mom a name, Chang Youli.

Looking at it now, it makes a lot of sense, my mother can say a reason for everything, in short, I am right, you are not right.

Since I can remember, my mother has been arguing with my father, committing suicide or something, and I have seen how intense it is.

Looking back now, my father really suffered all his life and recognized his life's encouragement.

In her later years, my mother's mental state was very poor, and her relationship with her neighbors and children was very stiff.

It also pushed my dad to the point of near collapse, and my mom would often walk up to the guests in the house trembling and say, are you going to steal our family's money?

There have been scammers who have targeted my mother and asked her to give all the money in the family to the scammers, so that they can eliminate disasters for their children, but don't tell others, especially not the family.

My mother believed it and really followed the instructions of the scammer to quietly go home and find the passbook, go to the bank and withdraw the cash and give it to the scammer.

When this happened, my mother actually went to it twice.

Afterwards, my mom insisted that she was right and that she was for the good of her family.

It made everyone very mad and embarrassed, and things like this accumulated so much that everyone couldn't stand it.

But then, my dad told me something that shocked me very much, and my dad said, your mom is really unsatisfactory, and I'm not satisfied, if your mom can't get along with everyone anymore, I'll take her back to my hometown, and I can't leave her alone, because she's alone.

Although my mother has these problems, it does not affect her as a hard-working, kind and brave working woman, in difficult times, she gives the children a small amount of grain to eat, does not eat herself, works during the day, works at night, and when she is hungry, she relies on smoking to resist hunger.

My amazing mother just pulled up a few children, including me, the little villain, who didn't fall from a tree and fell to his death, didn't fall into a well and drowned, played with poisonous snakes without being bitten to death, and so on, so magical.

My mother is the kind of personality that would rather die than admit it, and when she encounters anything, she does not accept defeat, she is very strong, and she does not admit to being wrong, while my father is the opposite, he is willing to bow his head and bow to reality.

My dad hoped that his children would study well and get into college, but none of them, he recognized, did not play with any of us;

My father had a drilling skill, he had hoped that I could learn and inherit it, but after I learned it for a few days, I threw it away and didn't play, which disappointed him, and he also recognized it, and didn't compete with me;

My father wanted me to be by his side, but when I grew up, I went to other places early to find my dream, and he also recognized it, and he was so sick that he was dying, and he didn't tell me, and still said on the phone, I'm fine, you can safely break in outside.

I thought my dad was a worker who could only drill wells, but one year on New Year's Day, my dad wrote a poem and showed it to me.

My dad also played the bamboo flute, but the breath was a little short, because he was old and couldn't blow.

My father did not make much progress in his life in the unit, and when he was old, he mixed with a security officer and did not become an official.

When he died at the age of seventy-three, he once swore to tell me that your grandfather lived to eighty-four, and I could not live shorter than your grandfather, and now the material and medical conditions are so good.

However, I never expected that he would live more than ten years less than my grandfather.

Alas, life is such a way that people keep bowing their heads and admitting it.

My dad was really upset with my mom, because in her later years, my mom sadly told me about the unexpected emotional past of my dad's youth, which may be true or delusional.

Of course, my mom was also very dissatisfied with my dad, thinking that her suffering was caused by my dad.

When arguing, I would scream that my father had delayed her youth, her career, her health and feelings.

The relationship with the children is not good, and all of them are said to be instigated and educated by my father, my father is the source and creator of all suffering, as long as there is no my father, everything is beautiful.

From this information, I came to the conclusion that my mother hated my father and wished to end this damn life sooner.

But after my dad died, something happened that subverted my worldview, and my mom said affectionately to my dad's body, old man, we'll come back in the next life.

My father's life actually survived like this, changing me, I would rather die, I am only such a day.

So, I went out of the house and never looked back.

However, after becoming a monk, I found that the truth is not necessarily in the temple halls of the monastery, but everywhere in life, for example, my father, his character and attitude of bowing his head and admitting it, is the Tao.

I used the word acknowledgment for easy comprehension, but there is actually a more Sven word called acceptance and contentment.

Life is acceptance and contentment, because everything is dependent, so it is normal, any complaint and rejection is meaningless, can only aggravate our pain, admit mistakes and admit encouragement, accept what cannot be changed, change can change.

My father could never say such a truth in his life, but his heart knew such a truth.

Therefore, he could also live a good life with such hardship and difficulty, and he could support the elderly in the most difficult years in China, take care of his younger siblings, and pull up several of his own children, no premature death, no untimely death, not a single person in prison.

So, he can tolerate my unreasonable mother, leave her with enough inheritance for the rest of her life, and use his actions to make us children learn to understand and respect their mothers.

My father has been a lifelong confession, facing reality, should bow his head, should suffer losses, face cruel life, know how to let go of self, but never escape, never give up, so under his protection of the old people, women and children can spread wilderness, there is enough space to grow, really grandfather.

Sometimes I feel that it's really hard to say whether I'm a practitioner or my dad is a practitioner.

The peace and beauty of this world are all because some people are silently instigating, some people are willing to suffer losses, some people are bearing heavy burdens of humiliation, and some people are working hard to build and love, rather than complaining about the world.

All the tragedies in this world are due to someone who is violent and violent, who refuses to tolerate it, does not accept it, and is not satisfied.

Cause and effect are the fairest, no one can escape, my father has been tolerant all his life, his life is safe, there is no danger, and he has a peaceful and good death.

One of my father's colleagues was strong all his life, willful and irritable, did not let go of retreat, for a little vested interest, for a moment, led the whole family through a tragic life, died horizontally, went to prison, suffered from strange diseases in his old age, amputated limbs, and could not die if he wanted to die.

My mother and I also because of our strong and willful personality, do not admit defeat when things happen, but also suffer a lot, can not afford to outsiders, really like people drinking water, cold and warm self-knowledge.

I was reflecting in advance, turning back to the shore, and my mother was fighting to have my father admit to the bottom, plus her own blessings, barely supported until now, but the body and mind have been terrible, there is no way back.

Now, I have come to believe that there are no shortcuts to practice, and there are no rare things, that is, every present acceptance and contentment, doing a good job of a monastic duty, taking vows well, chanting the Buddha well, eating well, sleeping well, sitting in meditation well, and treating people and things well.

Usually, admit it, admit it, admit it, let it go.

What is in the books is the truth, and what is in life is the Word.

(Editor-in-Charge: Li Donghai)