Although he later won the top prize, his fate was also bad. When his career went downhill and he was exiled from his hometown, his mother at home only gave him an empty word. Thinking of this, I understand that it is probably influenced by his family belief in landscape poetry.
from ancient times to modern times, some things have really changed. I don't know if the environment has changed or people have changed. It just happened that a colleague and friend who hadn't seen each other for several months, long time no see, came out to chat. Talking to me about his current job is also related to Buddhism. He said that he is making money in this line at present, but he didn't expect to make such huge profits by crossing over and changing his fortune. Because customers are all bosses, one person can pay tens of thousands of dollars at a minimum. It seems that this belief is turned into a "cash cow" in their eyes in an instant. But is this really the case?
Doing this can make these bosses feel a positive energy, good luck in the future and all kinds of good karma, starting from Ran Ran in their hearts. People in rivers and lakes are under great pressure in their work and career, so they can't always be satisfied, so they hope to use external forces to eliminate disasters and solve problems. In particular, this magical power of the three realms, which has been circulating for thousands of years, can resolve the debt grievances of Jiuyou. This is not something that ordinary bosses can solve. They think that this can only be tested by external forces or "divine power". So the company was born.
I once stepped on a pit myself. With a sincere heart, I accompanied two female students to offer flowers. I heard that after the flowers were offered, the appearance of future generations would be correct and beautiful. I didn't expect to come out, but I met a young man at the door. He talked endlessly. I saw that he was so nervous that he was afraid of missing something. He lied, threatened and did everything. He talked about crossing over and settling his grievances, and his heart flew to the clouds for nine days, and he was finally pitted for more than one hundred pieces. In retrospect, I was depressed for two or three days, only blaming myself for being stupid at that time. Unexpectedly, since this deceptive trick can be properly established as a company, and through the operation of a professional team, the profit effect is amazing.
after much deliberation, it still goes against the original intention of Buddhism. I am superstitious, and finally I only blame myself, mistakenly thinking that this way is helpful to my life. But I don't know the original intention of Buddhism. After all, I still encourage people to abandon evil and do good. In fact, I still like landscape poetry, and I don't like this way of changing my fortune by crossing over. But as long as someone believes and is willing to pay, there will be a market. In the eyes of some ordinary people, this is the fastest and most convenient, as long as you give money. Fast-paced life, busy work, unhappy life path, perhaps really want to do something, but this kind of being fooled, after finally knowing, always makes people feel cheated.
Compared with Wang Wei's way of doing things, it is a different scene. Even though he lost his father in his early years and his son and wife in his middle age, people are not superstitious. On the contrary, they adjust their body and mind, get back on the road, and March peacefully among the ancient temples in the deep forest. I always feel that this is inseparable from the influence of his family. From the word "empty" given by his mother and his poems, we can know that the following is a middle-aged poem, hoping to get a glimpse of the leopard.
my retreat at mount zhongnan
my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain.
I come and go alone, amid beauty that is all for me.
I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds.
and some day meet an old wood-cutter, and talk and laugh and never return.
Finally, I sum up this writing practice: Although I have the will to write every week, when I want to write, I don't know where to start, record my life, reflect on my work, express my feelings, and write about the scenery of my life ... If I don't have good input and I'm not good at writing, when I sit down and want to write something, I always don't know where to start, so I feel depressed and finally give up. This time sitting in front of the computer, I think about it. If I write about faith, it's always a bit rash, because I didn't believe it firmly, and I was dubious. Then write some life, extract the articles you have read as material, and merge them together to write something.