On the surface, our life comes from our parents. In fact, life is only a part of "me", not the whole of "me", because my ideology and my destiny are not given by my parents. Just like a child born to a mother, her personality and fate are different, even the opposite. So, my parents only gave me my body, so where am I? Or where am I from? It turned into a fog. In Buddhism, the view of life and destiny is true, and the basic theory is "three-generation causality". Before I was born, I was making all the preparations for my life, whether it was good or bad, good or bad; As soon as I was born, I was dragged by my unborn karma, good or evil, or good or evil. From the literal meaning of the poem, the elephant gave a helpless sigh, and its deep meaning was to tell people that the whole meaning of life was created by "III" or "other generations", and it was actually clear before it was born, but "I" didn't know it. After I was born, because I don't know who I am or where I came from, I will recreate all kinds of evil deeds, I will lust after the world of mortals, and I will shape the next "me". Unfortunately, I didn't know who I was when I was born. In this way, over and over again, the original good life was drowned by the smell of evil laws; Bad life is promoted by the smell of good law, which has no beginning and no life. "I" is constantly circulating and never stops. When I die, my body will be destroyed and my knowledge will be immortal. Six paths are ever-changing, and my knowledge fluctuates with my sense of professionalism. "I" is polluted by material desires, "I" is blinded by the world of mortals, "I" is getting thicker and thicker in ignorance and dust, but the understanding of God is blocked by accumulated dust, and the light of Buddhism cannot bloom. If you don't know "I" and don't understand it, you will send out "Who am I?" Who was I when I was born? "If we know the true meaning of' I', through the practice of Buddhism, such as a hurricane hitting pearls, I will be completely exposed, and I will try my best not to be the second me.
Why sigh at life? The main reason is that the understanding of life has been reversed. Generally speaking, life is accompanied by joy, and death is accompanied by sadness, because life can bring infinite hope, but death is the end of everything. Buddhism is the supreme perfection, and we look at the world from the perspective of great enlightenment. Life is painful, and we have to go through purgatory. All the officials endure, and all the rich endure, not to mention the humble. In short, life is the beginning of a painful period, but death should be what we long for. When we are born, our fate is unknown, but death is certain. Everyone will die, and how to die is asked by the university. Without life, there is no death. The thinking of the world is upside down. The Buddha said to give the extra things to others, and others said to keep other people's things for themselves. Buddha told people to bear the burden of humiliation, and people told themselves to fight; The Buddha said that things are impermanent, but in the eyes of people, this is mine and that is mine. I hope the world is under control. So, obviously, people are pathetic and stupid. So, what will become of us after death? Right in front of us, we are still struggling in a vanity fair like this life. There are thousands of buildings, 10,000 acres of fertile land and mountains of gold and silver. When impermanence comes, it is empty in an instant. I don't know where I was born, but I will experience wind, frost, rain and snow anyway. The last sentence of this poem is the crowning touch. The whole poem does not mention Buddhism, but it is full of Buddhist nature. The last sentence warns the world "Who will I become"? It is terrible to be the "who" in the Six Roads. Only when you become a Buddha can you have bliss. There is no difference between life and death. I will get together with all the good people in the world, hear the enlightenment of Buddha with my own eyes and come back as I wish. How free and easy, and only after becoming a Buddha will I be gone: who was I before I was born? Who gave birth to me? Who am I dead? Eternal doubts.
I am also an ordinary person, and I have a special liking for Zen poetry. The exploration of poetic realm is just a drop in the ocean, just like a blind man touching an elephant, it is difficult to study the whole picture and can only attract jade.
The last school and the southern school.