As for me, I have a very unusual attachment to you. It was many years ago, I went and looked for you, and I had a special affection for you, and I had an unusual attachment.
I have an unusual attachment to the landscape of Lushan Mountain and the fairyland of the sea of clouds and pines, and I have special feelings for you. Facing the sea of clouds and pine waves in Lushan, I pretended to make an oath. In my life, as long as I have some earthly world, I will definitely come here, rent a hut, live here, and be quiet in the corner of the years. However, as time passed, I threw myself into the barren days, and the oath I once made was gone with the wind, and there was no basis for it.
Later, I went to the Donglin Temple at the foot of Lushan Mountain, which is the same as the landscape, and I have an inexplicable cause for the ancient temple. The distant and quiet Donglin Temple has become a clear concern in my life.
Before I went, I had heard that Donglin Temple once lived in a monk named Huiyuan. I have read his poems about the eastern forests of Lushan and felt the Zen of the mountains and rivers in the poems. It is said that Zen Master Huiyuan has practiced in Lushan for decades, and since he came to Lushan Donglin Temple, he has never left in this life.
I have a relationship with Donglin Temple for a period of white lotus, time flicks of a finger, an instant of beauty, it has been ten years. That year, I went to Donglin Temple with my friends, and I wanted to buy myself a small pendant with consecration outside of the flow of the law. A small white lotus only looked at me for a short time, and my friends seemed to hear me and the white lotus talking with their hearts. Before I could say anything, she quickly bought it for me and gave it to me. When she handed it to me, the smile on her face, like that white lotus, was light and elegant, and I still remember it vividly.
This small lotus pendant has long been worn on the body, and with the past, the dust is sealed in a quiet box. In this glorious and light world, not only fame and fortune are worth paying attention to, but many slight objects are worth cherishing.
The most memorable thing is the long stone steps on the mountain behind Donglin Temple, the path leading to the pagoda. There are green bamboos planted on both sides, and the entry is secluded, and the process is from gorgeous to cool, and the scenes pass by with the wind, gradually becoming calm and calm.
Your footsteps will involuntarily slow down, very slowly and lightly, because the green bamboos side by side on both sides will tell you the story of the ancient Zen Buddha in Donglin Temple. Only when night falls, and all the passers-by are subsumed into the dust, will those green bamboos be quiet, and sit in meditation with the past Zen masters, writing their past and present lives and karma.
Standing on the same high place as the clouds, looking down at the fireworks in the world, I found that there were streams and rivers, tiles and eaves. It all makes me nostalgic. finally understood that he had just taken off the heavy makeup of the red dust, temporarily shut the hustle and bustle out of the door, came to the mountain temple, and sat quietly in his heart. Holding a scripture book and pretending to read it seriously, the ink fragrance in the book intoxicated the heart, but he couldn't seriously understand the deep meaning of the scripture book.
Despite those Zen principles, they are so wordless and deeply want to transform you and me. I don't know if it can't conquer us, or if we can't conquer it, or is it just that fate is still a little shallow? This is not destined to be a destination, the next stop, there is a hurried journey - although we can't hurry, we just want to stay in the tranquility here, let the heart be like a lotus, quietly open.
Some people can understand some Zen principles in just a moment, while others can't understand them in a lifetime. Zen Master Huiyuan belongs to the former, and those sentient beings belong to the latter.
The sound of the dusk drum is the way down the mountain for passers-by, I don't know who lit the thousand lotus lanterns, in order to keep some people, but also to send some people away. I am destined to be the one who was sent away, for so many years, I have visited many ancient temples in the deep mountains, and they are all rushing back and forth like dragonflies and water.
When did it begin? The cowardice of love, the humility of love, the concealment of crying, the hypocrisy of laughter? I admire those who bow their heads for love, who are desperate for love. Only they dare to pull the dampness in their hearts into the sun and bask fiercely.
I am light after all, I should be in a place where no one knows me, no one knows me, waiting for an old person who should not come, and live a quiet life. In my lifetime, I will build a happy nest with emotional bricks and tiles. Don't be old in the wilderness, just for a lifetime, because in the next life, I promised the Buddha to be the grass and dust around the Buddha.
They all say that they are sorrowful, and when they meet and leave, they are just a smile of the Buddha.
- Good evening!