It's another spring, and the sun shines all over Vietnam. A winding country road, I walked slowly.
My name is Liang Kuan, and I am a monk in Cao Dongzong. I like poetry and calligraphy since I was a child. Since my master, Guo Xian, a 34-year-old Buddhist monk, died, I have left the temple, wandered in the streets and fields, wandered among the woodcutter's children, begged for food, and lived in a grass temple, poor and lonely, but at ease.
Not far from the levee, a group of children are flying kites. When they saw me, they shouted.
I responded with a smile. The children are my good friends.
A child came running with a piece of paper and asked me to write:
"Make a kite."
"Write what?"
"Let the wind be bigger!"
So, I wrote the words "strong wind in the sky".
After more than 200 years, I was re-recognized in Japan and became a household name. This pair of words has become my most famous sentence.
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1758, I was born in Yun Qi.
I have received a good cultural education in China since I was a child. Vietnam is located in the north-central part of the Japanese archipelago. It is snowy in winter. I often stay in my father's library, reading quietly for a while, watching the snow outside the window for a while, and slowly understanding the wisdom of ancient saints in China between the lines.
When I was 15 years old, my father sent me to Sanfengguan, a private school, to study the Four Books and Five Classics and the philosophy of Laozi and Zhuangzi with the famous sinologist Dasen Ziyang.
In those days when I was infiltrated by the ancient oriental culture, I seemed to see faces, Confucius, Mencius, Laozi, Zhuangzi and Lieyukou ... who in turn told me how to make use of my life.
I once asked my father a question about where we came from when we were born and where we went after we died. My father was surprised. Although he couldn't give me a satisfactory answer, he concluded that I was different from ordinary people.
When I was 0/8 years old, I entered Zhao Guang Temple and got my hair cut as a monk.
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The happiest thing for a person is to do what he likes.
In Zhao Guang Temple, I am a quiet, peaceful and happy monk. I study Buddhism, meditate, recite scriptures, and have no distractions.
At the age of 22, a monk from Cao Dongzong Dade Yuantong Temple came to Zhao Guang Temple in Yuehou to give a lecture, and my fate with him began. The national immortal monk was ordained for me, and the name of the monk is very wide. Later, I followed monk Guo Xian to his Dojo Yudao Yuantong Temple.
There is no denying that some people are here to light you up. During more than ten years in Yuantong Temple, the words and deeds of the Buddhist monk, such as spring breeze and rain dew, moistened me.
One night with the moon, I looked up and saw it. For a moment, I suddenly understood. It turns out that what is said in the Buddhist scriptures is true, it is true. There is neither life nor death. I'm here, I'm not here. At this moment, I am infinite, even including the whole void.
I excitedly ran to tell the monk that the monk was very happy and encouraged me. Later, he wrote me an impressive poem: "Being kind and forgiving is like a fool's skill, and no one can look at it." Because it is a mountain-shaped rotten vine, I sleep by the wall. "
I know, since then, I have been different.
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When I was 34, my master, Guo Xian, a Buddhist monk, passed away. Originally, he had given me the position of presiding, but my younger brother, Master Xuantou, made trouble and seized the position of presiding.
I gave the chair to Xuantou. Fame and fortune are not what I want. You can take it if you want. Say goodbye to Yuantong Temple and travel all over the world from now on.
I've seen birds playing in the branches in spring, I've seen gurgling streams flowing slowly from mountain streams, I've seen leaves rustling in autumn wind, and I've seen the sunset slowly fade between mountains.
All this, Hua Song, my poems and my words.
When I was a child, I learned the cursive scripts of two kings, Huai Su and Huang Tingjian, and the Spring and Autumn Annals by Xiao Ye and Feng Dao. Now, I don't like calligraphers' words, chefs' dishes and poets' poems more and more.
It turns out that beautiful poems have long been hidden between heaven and earth. I don't know when to start. I don't want to use my brain and brain. I just wait quietly for every meeting with them.
Every meeting is a confirmation. Things are slowly emerging, and self is slowly melting.
5.
1797, after traveling around the world, I came to the Wuhe Temple in Changgang, and then I lived in the temple next to the Ziyi Temple in Yamashita. In his later years, he moved to Shimazaki village, Kimura village and Biezhai village.
In the past, I had no fixed abode. Now that I have settled in buddhist nun, new and old friends will come and go.
My best friend Xie Liangrong said in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio: "When I talk to my teacher, I feel clean. The teacher makes a fire in the kitchen or meditates in the main hall without talking about internal and external classics to persuade goodness. His writing does not involve poetry, it is not as good as morality, you can't describe it, it's just moralization. "
Actually, I'm not as good as he said. I just did my duty as a monk, or rather, as a person.
Life is lazy and naive. Three liters of rice in the bag and a pile of wages by the fire.
Who asked the mystery? More fame, more money. In the grass temple on a rainy night, your feet are stretched out.
This is a poem I wrote. In the world of mortals, all roads lead to the same goal, and everyone is seeking a kind of freedom and happiness. I, on the other hand, was lucky enough to taste the real happiness.
6.
In Japan, there are many stories about me.
For example, I play hide-and-seek with the children. It's getting late and the children have gone home. I also hid in the straw pile all night, waiting for the children.
For example, when I came home, I met a thief stealing at home. I took off my clothes and gave it to the thief who got nothing, but I'm sorry that I couldn't give the beautiful moonlight to the thief.
For example, in my later years, I was invited to go back to my hometown to persuade my idle nephew. For days, I didn't say a word. Just before I left, I asked my nephew to tie my shoelaces. I said a word to my nephew and he turned over a new leaf.
For example, I fell in love with 29-year-old Zhen Xinni in my later years.
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What I want to say is that everything is illusory. These are all colors and phases, and none of them is the most important. What is important, everyone has his own answer.
183 1 On the sixth day of the first month, surrounded by everyone, I left safely as if in my sleep.
Where does life come from and where does death go?
It's just that my body has disappeared I am still in the cherry blossoms in spring, I am still in the cuckoo in the valley, and I am still in the autumn leaves on the branches. ...