The two Zen founders stood opposite each other, and after getting to know each other better, they said goodbye.
Crossing has always been the wish of the world of mortals. For thousands of years, countless people want to go to the other side.
But where is the other shore? Where are you going to ferry yourself?
Looking around, it is a vast expanse of smoke and water. It is said that it is deep or not, shallow or not, near or not, far or not. No one can tell where it came from and where it is going, so it spans the world and ripples around the world. When I came, it was late autumn, the leaves rustled and the mist was dusk. If the ferry is big and boundless, there is no human voice, no boats, only time overflows and rings day and night. It seems to urge life and be cruel to those things that are called beautiful.
Looking back, the road has been submerged in memory, and the past years have been resurrected in distant places. This is today, it seems to be yesterday. Those figures that appear and disappear, some are mountains, some are giant trees, some are popular, some are flowing, and some are like weeds on the roadside, which have become scenery in the streamer.
They all saw the river, but they didn't need to cross it.
I wander by the river because my heart has never been calm in the past, and those who have experienced time but still exist are stuck in my arms, because the thoughts and unevenness in walking make my life vision unbalanced. Some people block the line of sight and let the days wander in the unknown darkness; Some things, I don't know where they came from, but they are intertwined, making happiness and happiness linger; Some encounters are cloudy and sunny, but they torture the time from one journey to another.
However, I can't cross the water without a boat.
While hesitating, there was a chanting in the distance. "Who is it that doesn't pay back the money? Residual red falls all over the rocks, the sun rises in the west, and swallows fly over the water. " Looking inside, it turned out to be an old man, and years and rings could not hide his bright eyes.
I asked how to cross endless water.
The old man said, "build a boat."
I said, this silent country, without wood or iron, is full of weeds, all for autumn, why build ships?
The old man smiled and said, "Young man, in your eyes, there is a Wang Yang ahead, but in my eyes, it is just a small bridge. A reed can still cross the river, can't you build a boat to cross the river? "
Seeing that I was at a loss, the old man pointed to the distance and said, "At this time, everyone who came here wanted to cross the river. It stands to reason that they already have a boat in their hearts. Because there was no shore in the water, they only saw people coming and no one left. They think there is a road leading to all directions. Don't you know that this river will come when it comes and leave when it leaves? People can't think of shipbuilding until the road is finished. When the ship was built, it was found that it was empty around and there was nothing next to it. "
"Dare to ask the seniors why they built ships?"
"In fact, there is no river in the world, which is born of troubles, flows because of delusions, suffers because of reluctance, suffers because it is inaccessible, and suffers because it cannot be put down. Think about life, how much sadness and depression have nothing to do with it? Get carried away when you are proud, get depressed when you are frustrated, think too much for a long time, and sometimes have to worry all day. It is unfair to look at people. It is unintentional and angry, not to mention gloating and singing in secret. It should be noted that this river is not in the earth, nor in the world, but in everyone's heart. "
"The elder is right. I thought my heart would light up as long as I crossed this water area. As we all know, the river in reality is easy to cross, but the river in my heart is sad. "
"Therefore, those who want to cross the river must take virtue as the sail, faith as the rudder, heart as the wind and vision as the paddle. In this way, people come and go, conform to the heavens and the earth, live on earth, and the gods are comfortable and comfortable. What is the ferry? "
My heart is shaking. "It's just that things are complicated and people's hearts are not chaotic. Few people know this. Those who can fend for themselves, like this endless waterfront, have never seen a trace. "
"This is the reason why everyone is retired. There are so many fetters in the world of mortals that I always think I understand, but the essence is out of reach. Some people think it is a mountain, a cloud, a wind and a stalwart. However, the mountains can't move, the clouds can't stop, the wind can't turn back, and the troubles are still with me. What's more, ordinary people in the world have been trapped by life and have been dusty for a long time. At first, they felt that everything followed me and they were complacent. At last, they felt very tired. In a dream of red mansions, there is a crane shadow crossing the cold pond, and Leng Yue hides flowers and soul poems, which is really a portrayal of the ferry. "
"Dare to ask what is the scene on the other side?"
The old man smiled again: "Without the river, is there any shore?" That is a person's inner peace, tranquility and self-satisfaction! "
I finally understand that fools seek, and wise men leap by themselves. This river was originally a heart. If you don't cross, you cross. If you cross it, you won't leave any trace. I didn't put it down until I saw the river. I see, this river has long since disappeared.
As the poem says, I look for spring during the day, but I don't see it.
My shoes are covered with clouds,
Come back and smell the plum blossom with a smile,
Spring has been in the branches for ten minutes.
Everything, originally accumulated in my heart, gradually fades away in my heart.