After reading the last two sentences, I feel that it is not a person's secular language at all, nor is it an idea. Prajna Paramita said in Heart Sutra that the nature of Buddha is self-purification. "It is colorless in the air, without thoughts and actions, without eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless, fragrant and touching, without vision, even unconscious, ignorant and even untimely. Bodhisattva has nothing to gain, according to Prajna Paramita, there is no obstacle, no fear, and it is far from nirvana to reverse the dream. " The last two sentences of this poem are completely secular, remembering the years, saying goodbye, emphasizing the earthly concept-heart, and at the same time full of expectation and desire to repay. It is separated from the first two sentences in artistic conception and expression goal.
When the teacher asked Heidi what she wanted to do in the future, she replied without hesitation: "I want to write stories." As soon as the voice fell, it provoked ridicule and laughter from the students. It was not until she met the kind grandma Clara that Heidi poured out her inner anguish.
Grandma Clara said to her, "If there is something in life that makes you happy, do it, no matter what others say." Finally, she was encouraged and relaxed. Started his own writing career.
On the road of writing, I am like Heidi. I have been ridiculed and persuaded by people around me that I am retired. Because I am not smart, I have no talent, my expression ability is poor, and my body is not allowed, and the university is not a major in Chinese language and literature, and various conditions do not match. When I heard those disapproving words, I also thought about backing out. However, whenever I write down words in meditation, it's like talking to another self, and that feeling is simply cool.
So, everyone, be happy The profound realm is illusory at this stage, but whatever you do, just be happy. In your life, you must be honest with yourself before you can consider others. Just like those people described by Da Bing in I Don't, they are happy inside, never care what others think or say, and go their own way unswervingly.
The bookstore owner who has been sticking to Tibet for ten years and devoted himself to the basic education of Tibetans is firm after the contradiction. The free and easy prodigal son of Northeast China squandered his wealth to help the disaster-stricken areas, traveled around the world with his seriously ill mother, and then made a decisive move. A wooden and silent wandering singer never leaves his terminally ill girlfriend, only to let it go after entanglement. This comrade-in-arms who cared about his death 3 1 year ago, unwilling to drag out an ignoble existence, put his life and death at risk for the safety of the ancient city, and gave great love after the struggle.