It will take me several years to really get to know you a little, but this little is enough for me to enjoy life.
Unfortunately in childhood, I had to step into an empty door at the age of ten. At the age of thirteen, I was shaved as a monk. When I was young, I traveled around the world, visited famous monks and learned classics. I was known as a Buddhist "a thousand miles away". After studying Buddhism in depth, you feel that the classics are chaotic and the Buddhism is unknown, and you want to go to the Western Heaven to seek Buddha. Although there are laws restricting exit, you have made up your mind to ask your westbound companions to give up. 19 years, from Datang to Tianzhu, from Chang 'an to Narando, the journey is tens of thousands of miles, bumpy and hard, and finally you have achieved enlightenment. In the hometown of Buddha, you, respected as a great master, resolutely gave up all glory and returned to your hometown, just to promote Buddhism in China and help all people in the East. Another spring and autumn period of more than ten years is just the beginning of your translation of those classics collected from India. In this precious time, in order to let the Buddhist disciples live a better life, you have to deal with the royal family and temples.
Finally, one day, you are exhausted from hard work, so you have to put down your Bayeux Sutra and announce to your disciples that your time has come. Recall that when you were young, someone once asked you, "How did you become a monk?" You answer: "Far away is like Buddha, and near is like light." In this life, after all, you have never failed your heart.
On the way to the west, when you were trapped in the sand sea and tried to return to the East several times, you remembered your oath: "Never return to the East without seeking Buddhism", so when you were trapped in the desert for four days and five nights, you came out with a persistent and firm belief in Buddhism.
Under the bodhi tree enlightened by the Buddha, when you saw the heretics running rampant and the Buddha's light dispersed, you felt unprecedented helplessness and sadness, and you couldn't help crying, but it didn't shake your faith. In Nalanda, you finally got the Buddhist scriptures you dreamed of. Through hard and serious study and debate, you finally became a master, and were honored as "Mahayana Paradise" and "Free Paradise" by Mahayana School in India.
On the deathbed, looking back on life, do you have no regrets after all? Disciple heard you whisper, "I have Bai Lianhua in front of me, which is bigger than food, fresh, clean and lovely". Bai Lianhua, pure and flawless, is also a symbol of Buddha. You believe that this life will eventually be complete, and death is just giving up this stinking bag. On the other side of eternal life, you will get eternal detachment and happiness.
Life and death in the sea, who will be the boat and who will be the torch in the night? You asked this question when you were crying under the bodhi tree.
In fact, it goes without saying that you already have the answer in your heart. In a hurry, you always follow in the footsteps of Buddha. The glory of the Buddha has always been in your heart and has never wavered. People with faith deserve respect, but I can only look up to those who can stick to their beliefs.
I remember Tai Shigong once said: "Poetry" has a cloud: "The mountain rises and the scenery stops." Although I don't go, my heart yearns for it.