The Buddha said: Turn mountains and waters, not reincarnate in future lives. There is no way out of panne, how can you meet me?
I was silent. There is no dust in the Buddha's realm, and the five elements are stained, and how can I be allowed to accompany the lotus flower outside.
Keep a clean body and smile at the heavens.
Buddha laughs: Shizi is enlightened, but there is a way to cross, and it can be with Panne.
I sighed: The world is floating, and grace is created.
The mind is undistracted, the third Pan nirvana.
Flowers are unobtrusive, bittersweet and the same.
In this life, the Fish Leaping Dragon Gate Jun'an is there?
In the second life, I am still the lotus seed that has been left behind by the soul of the world. Wandering above the bamboo forest seems to be still attached to the amazing dust encounter of the first life, or because of the woman who is emotionally lotus, I am even more restrained. I stared at the Buddha with a kind face on my face, and the Buddha promised me to be a human being and once again cross me out of the dust and enter the world.
I did not hesitate, because I knew that there were many precious things in the world that were worth cherishing attachment to.
I am no longer a prince and grandson holding a jade will, I am just a student who reads hard in the cold door. I was able to live a little in the compassionate shelter of the abbot of the ancient monastery in the deep mountains, but I still compensated the Buddha's compassion with the humility I could.
The pond of green lotuses on the side of the temple has always been in my care, and the natural and refreshing spring water flows through the alpine valley through the mountain valley into this natural bath, and the green lotus in the pool blooms exceptionally early every year. In less than March and April, the flowers are already red and emerald green, and the grace is colorful.
My study is located at the foot of the mountain behind the temple, which is built by the pool, and seems to have a slight separation from the temple, and I can't smell the incense, so I have to hear the melodious bells from afar. In this simple and quiet apartment, Qing cultivation and hard study is indeed a rare secluded retreat. I have to thank the abbot for his compassionate kindness and selfless shelter, and for the love that the earthly world has given me.
The "Lotus Dan" temple fair is one of the most solemn and lively days of the temple. Those good men and women who firmly believe in Buddhism are constantly coming from all directions, mostly hoping to make the best wishes and future of their lives on this day. Also on this day, I met a graceful woman dressed in green clothes in lotus pond.
In the instant I passed by her, the four eyes facing each other, and a feeling of déjà vu rose in my heart inexplicably, as if there was a memory of her on a page deep in my heart, but for a moment I could not find those subtle swastikas. I was overwhelmed, powerless to make her disappear from my sight. Suddenly, the expression of insincerity overflowed into words. There was only a hint of relief in my heart for a moment of recalling her words, Little Master, it was a pity. How could the huge lotus pond not see a fish jumping around alive?
I finally saved enough silver from the meager labor paid to me by the elders to buy fresh fry. When I tirelessly bought those small fish from the town below the mountain and released them in the valley pond where Qinglian was swaying, I had a kind of infinite freedom in my heart, and a relief and emptiness. At that moment, the abbot finally revealed a smile of approval from his usual serious and stiff face, and his hands were folded, and when he grew the trumpet, he also lengthened his voice and smile.
This year, the winter of the deep mountain ancient temple came very early, and before the middle of winter, the snow covered the entire ancient temple valley, as if the whole world was all white and boundless. The pond of green lotuses had long been flooded by the thick backlog of snow, but I didn't dare to imagine whether the little fish I released still had a picture of them bouncing around alive.
On those cold days, I suddenly fell ill with a weak body. I knew it was a hard-to-find prescription, and that thousand-year-old lotus seed alone was rare in the world, let alone other medicines. Besides, now I go there in the ice and snow to find the thousand-year-old lotus seeds? I think it may be that my life is coming to an end. However, it is better to walk in this earthly world without worry, not to mention that I am just a cold student who has been left behind in the world.
As the midwinter fades, the snow in the mountains slowly melts. I have a sense of déjà vu in my heart, sometimes wandering in my dreams, I don't know what it means to be so entangled and knotted in my heart? But at least I can now immerse myself in the cultivation and hard reading, even if I am a student who has been left behind by a cold disciple. I still have my joys and sorrows, my sweet and sour, my secrets and secrets that I don't know. And I can't talk to anybody.
At that moment, there was an inexplicable pain in my heart, like being suddenly stabbed by some sharp blade, and the blood flowed. And that feeling of déjà vu suddenly surged out from the bottom of my heart, hitting my memory. On the day I went down to the mountain to take the exam, the abbot instructed the little master in the temple to take care of everything for me, and I could finally take the first step that the Buddha gave me to enter the world. I think it's a bit dazzling and extravagant, the smoke and rain of red dust, the water cage fog moon. How could my soulless lotus seed know what was going to happen?
After three years of ups and downs, more than a thousand days and nights of long-cherished wishes, I finally won the fame and returned home. After a series of tedious and listed royal etiquette and official entertainment, I went back to the past, a light boat back to the ancient temple in the mountains. I want to use my kindness to thank the abbot for his compassion and selfless protection, grateful for the great love that the Buddha has given me along the way, and even more I want to use my meritorious name and brocade to build a beautiful palace for Qinglian and contain her sorrow and melancholy in her lifetime.
But my naïve fantasies and naivety were finally shattered, and I choked and cried tears. In the face of the lifelike embroidery of the carp leaping on the dragon gate, the sadness of the dead thing, I vented this wordless pain to whom. The sky is speechless, the earth is speechless.
Lost and discouraged, I came back to the lotus pond of the past, the pool was full of clear water and the breeze was slow. The green lotus plants are ethereal and graceful, the lotus flowers are swaying and swaying, and the fish only play in the water to chase. It's just that, this scene is a sad thing that is not human, and I can no longer see that weak and delicate woman Qinglian. Can anyone tell me whether such an outfall is tender sadness or cruel bloodshed?
It turned out that she and I were just two thousand-year-old lotus seeds that had been left behind, one left a thousand years ago and one left a thousand years later. I finally lit the unique embroidery of the carp leaping dragon gate, and then threw it with all my strength towards the huge lotus valley pool where the green lotus was ethereal and swaying. Looking at the embroidered brocade that slowly disappeared in the fire, my heart was melting little by little, and tears were flying in the wind. I think that after all, I am still a lotus seed that has been left behind, and I will eventually return to the world of lotus and grow freely like a lotus.