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I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
So that demon girl,
Rowing;
Snipe head back,
Concurrent feather cup;
I can move, seaweed can hang,
The ship moved and sailed smoothly.
Erqi fiber girdle element,
Slow down your steps;
Shi Xia Yuchun,
Young leaves and early flowers,
Laughing is afraid of touching the petticoat,
Afraid the boat will capsize.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
Zhu Ziqing (July 1927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus). )
2 at sea
Who once drifted alone in a boat under a rock on a gloomy and slightly rainy morning?
In this world, we must feel the silence and gloomy beauty of the universe.
The rocks and the sea are covered with turbid fog cages.
Yes, the waves are still slowly advancing and retreating.
Yes, wash that stone. The ship floats like a seagull. This dense fog
The sea is full of depression and boredom, and the whole world seems to have no interference with it.
Only I can control this silent and gloomy beauty.
Two oars were laid flat on the side of the boat, and an iron rope tied the boat to the rock.
People sit on it without fear-even if the water floats, father.
Honey will let me come back.
Dust-like fog, from time to time with the breeze floating to the body, very wet.
I walked from one side of the boat to the other, holding it and looking at it. My father must come to me.
Yes, we're going boating to the seaside.
There are footsteps on the beach. An old fisherman was carrying a basket in his right hand and left hand.
Walking close with the pole in hand.
Not afraid of rain, not afraid of fog, not afraid of drifting. I'm afraid this old fisherman
Husband, he will coax the children to sell and buy wine to drink. -Go down, he's here.
Sitting by the sea; Don't go if he catches me; I was so scared that I just sat there.
At the bow, keep an eye on him.
He gradually raised his head, he saw me, he came; I suddenly stood up.
Get up, grab the ship's rail and jump to the shore.
"Girl! Don't be afraid of me, don't jump-the sea will drown people. "
I stopped, only to see crystal tears fall on his wrinkled face; I
Sit down and look at him with clenched hands.
"I have a daughter-drowned in the sea, and I saw a child on the boat.
In this play, my heart will ... "
I just looked at him-he wiped his tears with his sleeve, but said nothing.
Dark black military uniform, several circles of gold thread on the sleeve, ah! Father is here, except here.
There is no other people's gold thread on his sleeve, more than him. -It's his father.
"You this child, cloudy day also come out to do! The sea is not a place to play! "
I still climbed up dad's hand with a smile and a jump. His reproach contain loving word,
As warm as mom's hypnotic song.
"Dad, sit up. The old man's daughter fell into the sea and drowned.
Dead. "My father got on the boat and looked at the old man.
Father said, "Old man, there are no big fish on this beach. Why don't you ... "
From meditation, he looked back and saw his father. He quickly stood up and said:
"I know, sir. I don't want to go into the sea again. "
Father said, "Yes, you are too old to walk steadily at sea."
He said, "It's not instability-my daughter died in the sea. I can't bear it. "
To the place where she died. "
I leaned against my father, and I thought, "If I fall into the sea and die, my father."
Still want to give up your position and never surface? "
The fisherman said, "This little girl belongs to my husband ..." My father said with a smile:
"Yes, it's my daughter."
The fisherman muttered, "After all, children shouldn't play on the sea. Sometimes there are."
Danger. "
I said, "Didn't you just say your daughter ..." My father stopped me at once.
However, the fisherman has heard it.
He sighed slightly, "yes! My daughter has been dead for thirty years, and I
I just hate why I took her to the seaside in the first place -She was eight when she died, and she was already
It's very beautiful and smart. People in our village praised me for my good fortune and said that the dragon lady was in good health.
Born in our family; We are wondering ourselves; Sure enough, she only gave us some eyes.
Tears, not a blessing, really not a blessing! "
My father and I looked at him silently.
"She only loves the sea, sitting at home watching the sea all day and begging me to take her from time to time.
When she came to the sea, she said that the sea was her home, and sure enough, the sea was her permanent home. 130 years.
The day before, her mother went back to her parents' house. In the evening, I go fishing. she
If you refuse to stay at home alone, you must come with me. I said the sea is not a place to play,
She just smiled and pestered me. I pushed her, but I had to follow her. She is at sea.
Very happy. "
He stopped for a moment-the fog grew bigger and the sea turned over.
The hair is gray.
"The boat lit a lamp, and she was as white as snow, climbing the sail.
Suo, standing at the bow, staring, looking back at me from time to time, showing a happy smile.
As soon as I turned around, there was running water in the light and shadow, and she ... she slipped. miserable
Oh! I never got her back. She is the dragon lady, and she has gone home. "
My father was silent and said to me, "Sit still. Kid! He just ...
Did you hear what you just said? "He got off the boat and walked towards the rock.
The fisherman whimpered in the back. Her father and my father couldn't see clearly in the thick fog.
If he can't forget his daughter, the seaside and the sea are not far apart! how
You can come to the seaside, but you can't go to the seaside?
If he can't forget his daughter, what's the harm in mentioning what happened 30 years ago?
What about the heart?
If a man goes back to his permanent home, can't his father let him come back?
I don't understand. I don't understand at all. -the fog point is getting bigger and bigger, on the sea.
It's getting darker and darker
Who ever drifted alone on a boat on a rainy morning? -It's thick.
The foggy sea is full of depression and boredom, and the whole world seems to have no interference with it.
Only I can control this quiet and sad beauty. ——
(This article was originally published in June 192 1 yenching university Quarterly, Volume 2, No.65438 +0,
Phase 2, signed by Xie Wanying. )
Go to the mountains of Zhang Xiaofeng.
Go to the mountains.
There is the shadow of Wang Wei.
There is a famous peach blossom garden there.
There is Liu Yuxi's humble room.
Feng Yansi has springs.
Go to the mountains.
Singing Liu Sanbian's beautiful words
Sing Zhang's fishing song.
Sing the water of Meng Haoran's Dongting
A psychedelic mountain that sings and thinks empty.
Go to the mountains.
Stay away from worldly disputes
Stay away from the danger of people's hearts
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city center.
Away from the illusion of the network
Go to the mountains.
Give me a discrete fact.
Give me a long-lost dream
Give me a free heart.
Give me back a pure love.
Go to the mountains.
Enjoy solitude
Enjoy solitude
Enjoy this comfort
Enjoy that happiness.
Go to the mountains.
Who will accompany me?
You don't know my heart
Date: July 3, 2005 22: 05: 47 Author: Lin Qingxuan Editor: Click: 7309 Print Close.
A friend sent me a tape and said:
"This is a new Buddhist ballad. Take it back and listen. "
This uncovered music tape of Buddhist songs is obviously copied and transcribed, and only the words "Buddhist songs" are printed on the tape. When I get home, I want to play it. It happened that my son was using a tape recorder. I asked him to let his father listen to an "important" tape first. The son muttered and reluctantly turned off the music he was listening to.
I put on "Buddhist songs" and sat with the children to listen. After listening to the first song, the son concluded: "How ugly!"
I said, "Listen to two more songs."
When I heard the third song, even I couldn't stand it myself. Not only the recording quality is extremely poor, but also the lyrics and songs are ugly. Although it says "Buddhist songs", I have to admit to my son that "ugly things are ugly, no matter what their names are." Quot is like a restaurant with a nice name, but the food it cooks is terrible.
"Dad, listen to this." The son took out the tape and put it back. I saw that the envelope said "In fact, you don't understand my heart", which was a popular song sung by a young male singer.
The music sounded in a helpless tone:
You said I was like a cloud, unpredictable,
In fact, you don't understand my heart.
You said I was like a dream, far and near,
In fact, you don't understand my heart.
You said I was like a riddle, and I couldn't see it clearly.
In fact, I never care about hiding anything.
Afraid that I can't afford my deep affection for you,
So I dare not get too close to you.
You said you were going to travel, and you were secretly sad.
Don't let you see the crying eyes.
……
When I heard this song, I suddenly heard this voice in my heart: "Ah! This song shows the spirit of Buddhism better than the Buddhist ballad I just heard, or it is closer to Buddhism! "
Isn't the indescribable and incredible nature of the self like a cloud, unpredictable? Isn't the life and death of thought like a dream, suddenly far away and suddenly near? The phenomena of impermanence and karma are like a mystery, which is always unclear. We dare not get too close to all beings, not because we are not merciful, but because we are afraid that we can't afford the deep affection for all beings! When we see the parting of life, we know that this is the inevitable outcome of life, and we are only secretly sad. ...
I am very emotional when I think of this song. In fact, there is wisdom everywhere in life, and it is not necessary to mark it as "Buddha", because the education of true wisdom is the education of the heart, and the education of the heart is irrelevant.
I remember that there is a very beautiful and moving passage in "Da Bao Ji Jing Pu Ming Bodhisattva Association", which was said by the Buddha to the venerable Ye Jia, just like a poem:
If the heart is like the wind, don't grasp the reason.
My heart is like running water, but I can't live or die.
Heart is like a flame, for many reasons.
Heart like electricity, miss.
The heart is empty and the guest is dirty.
The heart is like a macaque, greedy for six desires.
Like a painter, there can be various karma.
The heart is not necessarily, and all kinds of troubles follow.
Hearts often walk alone without companions, and no two hearts can die for a while.
My heart is like complaining about my family, and I can get along with everything.
My heart is like a crazy elephant, and I can destroy all the good roots.
If your heart is like swallowing a hook, you will feel happy and miss your old friend.
Like a dream, I miss it whether I am alive or not.
My heart is like a fly. I miss my old friend when I am unclean.
I feel like a thief, and I can suffer from all kinds of exams.
My heart is like an evil ghost, so I beg for help.
The heart is always high, and greed is bad.
My heart is like a thief, robbing all good roots.
The heart is always greedy for color, like a moth to a fire.
The heart is always greedy for voices, such as the long-term and timely enjoyment of the army.
The heart is always greedy for fragrance, like a pig lying in the middle, happy and unclean.
The heart is always greedy, like a fly catching oil.
So Ye Jia! Seek truth from the heart, not from the heart.
There are many such fragments in the classics, indicating that great changes have taken place in the heart. It is difficult for others to understand our hearts, and even they often don't understand their own. That's why Hanshanzi, a Zen master who can write the realm in the simplest words, has to sigh: "My heart is like an autumn moon, with a blue lake and Ming Che, which is unparalleled. How to say it? " In fact, no one understands my heart, because my bodhicitta is unparalleled.
The Great Sun Sutra says, "What is Yunbodhi?" According to reason, intimate. "That is to say, if a person can really understand his own heart, that is where Bodhi is. It can be seen that the "honest confidant" is ordinary, but it is extremely extraordinary.
A person does not understand that his heart is normal, or ask two verses:
"In the world, such as plants in running water, they are popular and don't care about each other. The former does not care about the rear, while the latter does not care about the front. So is the human heart. Think of it and miss it, just like a grass and a tree without looking at each other. "(The Classic of Loyalty and Righteousness)-Excuse me: Can you master the past mind, present mind and future mind?
"The heart takes hell, the heart takes hungry ghosts, the heart takes animals, and the heart takes heaven and man. Everything that comes out is done with heart. He who can subdue his heart for the Tao is the most powerful. " I fought with my heart, and it robbed me countless times. Now that I have got the Buddha, I have walked through the three realms alone, all by heart. Excuse me, among the six divisions of the wheel of karma, can you choose the place you want to go? When you are fighting with your heart, are you sure to win?
When we say "Buddha", we don't mean the form, but the heart, which lies in the teaching method, is the experience of Buddha adjusting the heart, not the religious label.
Around our lives, what can make our hearts clearer and purer is Buddhism! What can make us move towards kindness and compassion is Buddhism! What can arouse our consciousness and wisdom is Buddhism! What can make us more altruistic is Buddhism! What can make our body and mind more stable is Buddhism!
The two great disciples of the Buddha, one is Sharifutsu, whose wisdom comes first, and the other is Mu Lian, whose magical power comes first. They all began to understand after listening to a song:
Law comes from fate,
Also from the edge;
All laws,
Didn't take anything.
Buddhism is everywhere, but it is not a fixed form. What I fear most in this era is the rigid form of Buddhism. It's like writing the word compassion a hundred times on a piece of paper and then swallowing it. Compassion will not improve at all. Even if the Buddha is alive, he will sigh at formalism Buddhism: "In fact, you don't understand my heart"!