1. Yu Qiuyu
⑴Snow
Beautiful snowflakes are flying. I haven't seen it for three years.
Last year in Fujian, it seemed that I had seen snow a little later than now. But that's the snow on the top of the mountain in the distance, not flying snowflakes. On the plains, it only occasionally sprinkled with raindrops, and never fell to the ground. Its color is gray, not white; its weight is like raindrops, which do not fly. As soon as it hit the ground, it immediately melted into water, leaving no trace, jumping, or making a hissing sound, just like what it looks like when it snows in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It is true that the elderly Fujian people who saw this kind of snow for the first time in forty years felt a special meaning and talked about it with gusto, but for me, it always felt dull. "It snowed in Fujian", I never thought about it that way.
I like the snowflakes flying in Shanghai in front of me. It is "snow-white" white and as beautiful as a flower. It seemed to be lighter than the air. It did not fall from the air, but was lifted up from the ground by the air. However, it is also like a living creature, like swarms of gnats at dusk in summer, like bees during the honey-making period in spring. Its busy flight is up or down, fast or slow, or clinging to the body. , or crowd into the window gap, as if it has its own will and purpose. It is silent. But when it was flying, we seemed to hear the cries and footsteps of millions of people, the roar of the sea, the roar of the forest, and sometimes we seemed to hear the whispers of children and the calm evening prayers of the chapel. , the joyful song of birds in the garden... what it brings is gloom and cold. But in its flying posture, we see charitable mothers, lively children, smiling flowers, warm sun, silent sunset... It has no breath. But when it hits us, we seem to smell the fresh air in the wilderness, the elegant orchids in the valley, the rich roses in the garden, the light jasmine... During the day, It makes thousands of graceful gestures; at night, it emits a silvery brilliance, illuminating our walkers, and paints all kinds of flowers and trees on our glass windows, diagonally, Straight, curved, inverted. And the river, the clouds in the sky...
⑵ Read Wutong Yu Qiuyu
The sycamore tree is in front of the building where we live, in the middle of the flower garden and grassland, in the winding The turning point leading to the secluded place stared at us all day and all night.
It is much larger than other trees elsewhere, as thick as a hug, like a "great man" stretching into the air; and like a reserved girl, with lush leaves like long hair, The shawl covers the face and even the entire body. I guess that there must have been many saplings growing side by side with it. Later, perhaps they were cut down due to environmental planning needs; perhaps it was because of its good quality that it persisted tenaciously. It has calmly passed through the wind and rain of the years and grown taller. Reading trees by the window has become a part of my life.
One day, my mother wrote a letter from the north: The cold wave is coming, please keep warm and keep out the cold. At night, a quilt was added. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, there was a howling wind and rain knocking on the window lattice. I woke up from my deep sleep and heard the cold raindrops falling on the air like primitive percussion. So I couldn't sleep, thinking about letters from home. I think of the family tree my mother talked about, and my grandfather’s troubled fortunes. My grandfather was a well-known local educator. He dedicated his whole life to the education of his country and gave up several opportunities to recruit for higher positions. However, during those unprecedented years, he was unwilling to succumb to inhuman torture and committed suicide on a cold rainy winter night. I didn't have the opportunity to meet his old man, but I just read a picture of his solemn face in a black frame at my uncle's house. I dare not say how skilled the artist is, but I firmly believe that those eyes are magical. Every time I stand in front of it, there is always a kind of emotion transmitted to me, which silently collides with my soul.
Thinking about it, accompanied by the wind and rain, I felt sleepy, so I put on my clothes and went to the window alone. The night was dyed with ink, and in an instant I merged into the thick night. I was surprised to find that there were a few cold stars blinking sleepy eyes in the sky! It was an illusion before, there was no rain at all, only wind, a rough and violent north wind. At this time, the thing that made me "feel sad" the most was the sycamore tree not far away. Only its dark blue outline can be vaguely seen, bearing the desolation of the horizon. Wherever the gust of wind passes, there are leaves and branches trembling with each other, sometimes like Russian folk songs, sometimes like vague poetry. Somehow, the portrait of my grandfather suddenly came to mind again, and it seemed to have an indescribable fit with this silent phoenix tree. I don’t want Wenda to hold up the sky with his giant arms, but I also have the magnanimity to protect me.
When I woke up the next day, the red sun filled the window and it was sunny.
What I miss is the yellow leaves of the tree. Pushing open the window lattice, the tree I read was actually an oracle bone inscription showing the mountains and dew; instead of the leaves that covered the sky and the sun yesterday, what was left was a tall and straight Qiu tree. My heart felt like someone had placed a heavy piece of ice on it. I could no longer imagine myself as a bird and flew towards the tree.
The wind this night has withered all the life of the trees! And the wind can do nothing to you. What falls will eventually fall, and there is no need to hold it back. You still have the pride to fight the entire winter before spring!
So, I understood the loneliness of Wutong, not lamenting the indifference of time, not lamenting the loneliness in the sea of ??people, but a kind of Zen, a kind of tranquility and mystery of emptiness, obeying nature and resisting nature, understanding nature and being confused. Naturally, let the wind and rain erode, the four seasons cycle, the sun and the moon are dim, the flowers bloom and fall, what a kind of calm and indifferent generosity! I can't help but sigh at the untimely death of my grandfather, and feel sad about his helplessness and sorrow for obeying destiny. people of that era.
There was another familiar rustling sound of leaves, tapping the ear drums affectionately. Looking down, a girl in red is jumping for joy on the path covered with yellow leaves, as if every leaf is accompanying her youthful steps. At this moment, a plume of fluffy sunlight poured into my window sill, shining on an old book that had not been closed last night in front of my desk.
2. Lin Qingxuan
⑴The Seed of Butterfly
I was in the yard, observing how a pupa turned into a butterfly.
The pupa bit through the shell and emerged from the shell all wet and limp. Its wings were curled and shrunk into a ball. It stood on a branch to rest and bask in the sun.
, as if it took a lot of effort to get out of the shell.
Slowly, slowly, it straightened its wings and flew.
It lingered in the air for a while and quickly found a flower. It stopped on the flower and sucked the nectar with concentration and forgetfulness.
I was very surprised. This butterfly has never been taught how to fly, and it has never learned how to suck nectar from flowers.
No parent has taught it. The first time, how precisely and perfectly it was done the first time!
I thought that this butterfly would mate, reproduce, lay eggs, and die in the future, all of which would not require learning and education.
Then, its descendants, generation after generation, will fly and pick flowers without education or learning.
What does a butterfly rely on to arrange its life? Without education and learning, how could it complete such complex things as flying or gathering honey?
Aren’t there many things in this world that are perfect without education and learning? How perfectly the birds build their nests and the spiders build their webs! When a peacock wants to fall in love, it opens its tail and dances! Skylarks sing with joy when they feel love; swans and squids never get lost after traveling thousands of miles; cheetahs and ostriches are born to be masters of running.
These all make me believe that reincarnation is real.
A butterfly is reincarnated into this world with the seeds of its previous life. In its seeds, there is an unshakable
faith:
" I will fly! I will gather honey! I will multiply my descendants!”
In that beautiful butterfly, I saw the infinity of space and the flow of time, and I was deeply moved.
⑵ When waking up from a dream
Master Cheng Yen once told a story:
There was a seventy-four-year-old man who went out to sweep the floor every morning. At the door of other people's houses, everyone looks at him and likes it very much.
One day, several young people asked him: "Old man, how old are you this year?"
He said: "I am four years old."
Those young people thought he was mentally disturbed, so when they asked him again, he still said he was four years old. The young people had no choice but to ask him: "Are you seventy-four years old this year? Or eighty-four years old?"
The old man replied: "In terms of age, I am seventy-four years old, but in terms of real life, I am only four years old."
The young man asked him: "How do you say this?"
He said: "Before I was seventy years old, I lived my life in a daze. I did not understand the truth and was just one of the living beings. But after I listened to the truth, it has been four years since I learned how to serve the masses. I deeply feel that I am truly a human being, so I am only four years old."
The master finally concluded: "The day when you can understand the Buddha's principles is the day you are truly born."
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People who study Buddhism like to talk about "enlightenment" and regard enlightenment as a profound and ungraspable situation. However, if enlightenment is placed in such a profound situation, most people will not be able to achieve enlightenment in their entire lives. Enlightenment experience.
The story of Master Cheng Yen gives us a new perspective on enlightenment and its application in life. The first step of enlightenment is "awareness of wrongdoing", the awareness of mistakes in past actions, language, and thoughts. Correction is the basis for enlightenment. Therefore, the first step of "cultivation" is to "correct one's behavior."
At this time, people have a clear mind and are the masters of their body, speech and mind, just like waking up from a dream.
What a person experiences in a dream, no matter how real it is, is in a state of illusion and confusion. In the dream, he completely loses the consciousness of controlling himself, and he just goes with the situation and cannot control himself.
Therefore, every time you wake up from a dream, it is a new beginning.
When people constantly "aware of wrongdoing" and constantly "correct their behavior", they will slowly move towards the Dharma and the road to ultimate enlightenment.
There are people in this world who can’t wake up from their dreams! I don’t know where I came from, I was reborn into this world in a daze, lived a bustling life, and finally left this world in a daze and fell into another unknown dream.
Enlightenment, that is, "awakening", is to reverse dreams, awaken to the reality of the truth, and then witness the truth, cut off the disturbance of troubles, complete the wonderful virtue of sealing, and feel at ease physically and mentally.
As long as a person "enlightens the knowledge of Buddha", he will wake up from the long night, as if he suddenly heard the sound of the alarm clock while sleeping, stand up and do the day's work, and do it clearly. own master.
People after enlightenment still have to live and work well, just like people who wake up still have to live and work well. The difference is that people who are enlightened have a broader mind, a clearer eye of wisdom, and a broader love to treat their own life and the world.
I really like another name for Bodhisattva in the Buddhist scriptures, "Kaishi". Kaishi means enlightenment and enlightenment. It not only opens the door to compassion and wisdom, but also opens the right path to guide all living beings. Ordinary people suddenly open their eyes in the cycle of time and space and become "Kashi". When I think about this, I can't help but ask myself: When I open my eyes every day when I wake up from a dream, do my eyes also open?
Although the ultimate enlightenment is very slim, from the perspective of "jue Fei", it is not far away to realize one's own path in life. Every time I think of the seventy-four-year-old man who thinks he has truly lived four years, years old, I will ask myself: How old am I this year?
3. Bi Shumin
⑴I don’t know the popular colors this summer
A friend came to chat and asked Bi Shumin, do you know the popular colors this summer? I said I don't know. She was shocked and said, "Who do you think you are a city dweller if you don't know about popular colors?" What is petty bourgeoisie and what is middle class? You will be separated from society and fashion, you will be ridiculed as old-fashioned, and you will be lonely.
I said, I don’t believe that popular colors have become a touchstone and can identify so many barriers and boundaries you mentioned. I don’t know what level petty bourgeoisie is. How much money does it cost to join the middle-class team? I am not afraid of being ridiculed as old-fashioned. My grandfather is from the country. As for the loneliness you mentioned, I don't understand. Loneliness is an inner experience. What does it have to do with the color of clothes, handbags, and shoes?
My friend sighed and said, it seems you are really ignorant. Fashionable colors are like chameleons, changing every season. If you are still wearing last year's popular colors this summer, it either means that you are as slow as a fossil, or it means that your wallet is so thin that you can't afford new styles. Modern people are isolated from each other. How can you prove that you are still living in the trend? Of course, you can only follow the popular colors closely. Only wearing a trendy color all the time can make me feel like I am breathing the air of a big city and give me a sense of belonging and security.
I am speechless. Later, I met a beautiful woman in the industry and asked her about the rules for formulating popular colors. I guess there are colorful household items, and many experts ponder over this wheel, like issuing a typhoon warning, and after consultation, they deduce the direction of the flow of clothing colors.
The pretty girl laughed so hard that she couldn’t breathe and said, Teacher Bi, you are so naive. Experts say that whatever color is popular this summer, manufacturers will sew clothes of that color, and merchants will sell clothes of that color. The more people wear clothes of this color, the more popular it becomes. No matter how fashionable the clothes are, popular colors are full of strong commercial atmosphere. Think about it, if there is no obvious color to distinguish this summer from another summer, who will the new clothes be sold to?
I don’t know if what the pretty girl said is accurate, but I have become more wary of popular colors since then. No matter whether it is desert yellow or seaweed green, whether it is pearl white or space gray, no matter how the agency that releases popular colors says it conforms to the people's will and God's will, I smile and lose my mystery and respect for it.
I like many colors, including black. Without black, we would have no nights to live in and no dreams to indulge in. I also like the old yellow and dim blue, which are the cloak of the land and the deep sea. I don't care if it's popular or not, as long as I like it, I'll buy it. I also understand my friend’s painstaking efforts. She regards clothes as a symbol. When she walked on the streets of the city and saw people wearing the same color as herself, she felt the pleasure and comfort of a certain acquaintance.
I understand her, but I still don’t want to know the popular colors this summer.
⑵Happiness Blind
A few years ago, I read a report that a newspaper in a Western city solicited answers to the question "Who is the happiest person in the world?" Submissions were received enthusiastically, and people from all walks of life responded. The newspaper organized an authoritative jury to select and vote among the various answers, and finally came up with three answers. Because it is difficult for everyone to agree on the same question, an alternative answer has been retained.
According to the number of voters and the votes of the authorities, a list of "Who is the happiest person in the world" was released.
I remember that the general sequence is as follows:
1. The doctor performed a successful operation on the patient and watched the patient discharge from the hospital.
2. The mother who has just taken a bath and holds the baby in her arms with a smile on her face.
3. The urchin who built a sandcastle on the beach looked at the fruits of his labor.
The alternative answer is: the writer who has written the last word of the novel.
When the news hit my eyes, my first reaction was as if someone had rubbed chili oil on my eyelids. It was choking and painful. Then I highly doubted its authenticity. Is this possible? Isn't it just a prank that someone just made up to make people laugh when they have nothing to do? There is still a bit of confusion and anger. In the deepest part of my heart, I am shocked and at a loss.
Some people may say, I don’t see anything wrong with this news? Besides, this is exactly how most people understand happiness, and it’s not about ulterior motives or sensationalism! Yes, yes, I understand, but I still feel uneasy in my heart. When I calmed down and sorted through my thoughts, I realized that my reaction at that time was a kind of sadness that penetrated deep into my bones. It turns out that I am happiness blind.
Why? I'm ashamed to say that I have all four of the answers to a certain extent. I am a mother, and bathing my baby was almost a daily necessity in my early years. I used to be a doctor. I performed surgeries on many patients with my hands and feet, and I have experienced countless times watching the cured patients walk out of the hospital. I was naughty when I was a child. Although I never built complicated sand castles or caves on the beach. This is probably related to the fact that the country is surrounded by water and snow. However, I dug a cave in the sand at a nearby construction site to hide a "treasure". , it must have been handled. In addition, when I saw the above news, I had already published several works, so I was lucky enough to experience the feeling of "the writer finishing the last word" that occupied a place in the alternative answers.
I combine these several states of happiness that are considered by the public, but I never feel happy. This is really inexplicable and painful. I found that I had a problem, not a small problem, but a big problem. If this problem is not solved, all my efforts and struggles will be like building a tower on sand. From the most optimistic perspective, even if it helps others, I am still unhappy. I sadly admit that I am happiness blind.
I want to change that. I am responsible for my own happiness. From then on, I began to examine my grasp and perception of happiness. I trained myself to be sensitive to and enjoy happiness. I was like a person who had been sealed in a cave since childhood, learning to distinguish green grass and bright flowers under colorful light. , bright moon and white clouds. I realized how natural it was for those blind people who were imprisoned in the darkness to feel the surprise and surprise, the excitement of looking around and the tears of joy once the gauze covering their eyes was opened after surgery.
A philosopher once said that what is missing in life is not beauty, but the vision to discover beauty. Let us imitate his words: There is no lack of happiness in life, but the vision to discover happiness is lacking. Happiness blindness is like color blindness, which reduces the gorgeous world into blurry black and white photos. Wipe your happy pupils, and you will see the happiness that is hidden, covered, ignorant and confused, rising from the deep sea like a mermaid, nurturing us.