Chapter 34 Meet each other deeply, forget each other indifferently
Autumn, this season where even the dust is lonely, will always bring people a lot of unreasonable sentimentality.Walking on the bluestone paths of Jiangnan gardens, the most common thing to see is fallen leaves.One or two red leaves fell on the old moss, so eye-catching and shocking.In the quiet time, reading the wordless memories of the past, we are moved by these tiny things.Along the winding corridor, there are residual lotus stalks falling in the pond, exuding an indescribable sense of Zen.On the lotus leaves, there are scars eroded by time and wind, and even the dewdrops on the lotus tray are broken.This kind of incompleteness has a kind of beauty that is so sad that they have already learned to lick their wounds and heal themselves.
Seeing the lotus, I always think of Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond". Under the quiet moonlight, so many lotus are talking and smiling in the pond.A small boat, stranded in the depths of the lotus root, in loneliness, is suitable for keeping sweet dreams.There are always poetic people who dip their pen and ink into the cold rhyme of lotus fragrance and write a few black orders.What used to be a plain and simple scene has now become an image created by people in every possible way.It's like digging a pool, which is a lake, and planting a few lotus flowers, and the Buddha nature will be born in your heart.Make a pot of tea, hold a book, and look in the mirror by the water, which can be regarded as elegant and boundless.I thought that the days would stop quietly at an unintentional moment, but I didn't know that the alternation of day and night was the same as before.
How many people want to find a new way in the surging world, and they have agreed to ride the waves to the end, but every time the rain hits the boat.The mountains and rivers entertain each other, the smoke and clouds dissipate, and the ink of history has become blurred. We forget each other indifferently, including the past vows of eternal love.In the endless stream, we can't blame too many misses in life, maybe we will live up to our youth, but we will not live up to our fate after all.It is said that life is like a journey against the sky, even if one day we cross the maze, there will still be a red leaf guarding us, waiting at the intersection of the seasons.Kneeling in front of the Buddha, picking off a lotus is all the luggage for this life. Just like this, you will walk on the autumn mountain road without looking back until you hear the first bell ringing in the next life.
The mountains and rivers are still graceful, but the twilight has dimmed the light and shadow, and the Splendid Garden looks like a yellowed black-and-white photo at this time.And we are the ones who walk into the photos, the young images are locked in the old dreams that come and go.The small teahouse is closed, with only a rusted brass lock on the closed door, reminding you and me that it has really aged.We are often touched by a fresh one, and occasionally wet our eyes by an old one.The rivers and lakes are turbulent, and too many grievances and enmities have been accumulated. What they owe here is nothing more than a cup of tea.A cup of Xiang Wan's tea, with the coolness of autumn, is for you and me in the world of mortals. After drinking it, you can see the lotus on the other side blooming.
In the pond in cool autumn, there are idle clouds and shadows, bright moons shining, wooden boats leaning on the shore, and tired birds perching.I think of an eminent monk named Yongjue Yuanxian in the Ming Dynasty who wrote a Zen poem called "Xiaotang". He wrote a Zen poem with a plain style and a natural interest.I always think that those monks who have escaped into Buddhism are because they have seen the splendor of the world and dislike being a golden cicada in silk.In order to avoid the fireworks, they hid in the moss-covered wooden door, and abandoned their glory and glory without regret in the vast environment, and stayed in poverty.In the calm and quiet life, there is no need to look forward. When you realize it, all realms are empty.When they come, erase all the marks they have stepped on, just because there is no way back.
When you are free, dig the half-acre small land in front of the window as a pond, adding the poetic flavor of spiritual water to the fleeting years of Zen and silence.The small pond is visited by floating clouds in the daytime, leaving a figure of looking forward to in the clear water.Invite the bright moon at night, drink on the water, the wine of time, slide into the depths of memory, and return to that era.The beginning of those love Zen has flowed for three thousand years under the returning wind of the years, passing through the long pavilions, ancient roads, and Yiyi deep alleys.How many dynasties have lost power, how many clouds gather and disperse, and beside that deserted pond, there is still a person who refuses to miss the appointment.Although a little lonely, every time I go through a reincarnation, I feel like waking up from a dream, until I discard all the plots and fade away all the colors of life.
The small pond is selfless, its emotions are like inexhaustible spring water, and these spiritual waters can irrigate the flowers and trees, adding to the endless spring scenery of the small garden.It can also be used to wash pens and inkstones, so that the ink fragrance of Tang Feng and Song Yun can overflow in the world.It is Xiaotang who is so affectionate, with his tiny life, he has achieved perfection in the world.However, it is successful and untouched, unmoved by the glitz, in the corner of the empty garden, in the corner of the years, forgetting oneself calmly, free and easy.Maybe only by reading the story of an eminent monk can you not disturb its tranquility; maybe only the lotus plant from the Ming Dynasty can see its Zen heart.Under the pen of Zen master Yongjue Yuanxian, Xiaotang is like a hermit who has escaped from the world. We always fall back to the past in that clear water, but it is still safe and comfortable.Just like the lotus growing in the pond, it also eats the wind and drinks the dew, and does not eat the fireworks in the world. Even the cicadas singing on the branches and the grass on the tiles have nothing to do with them.
The lingering things in the world, falling into the hearts of ordinary people, are inextricably entangled, but in the eyes of the Zen master, they are so carefree.In a small pond, I have seen how many passers-by come and go, every encounter is a bond, and every separation is a transformation.Some people here sing sad tunes and reminisce about the passing years. It is because of the purity of the water and the tranquility of the pond.This is the Buddha-nature, the Buddha-nature of the pond, and the Buddha-nature of eminent monks.Even though the quiet pond has promised that there will always be a place for our souls, but we are still the ones who ride horses in the rivers and lakes, with thousands of miles in the sky and thousands of years in the sea.One day, I lost my way in an ancient temple deep in the mountains. Inside the courtyard wall, there should be a plum tree to point the way for you and me.
The reason why the Zen master comprehended enlightenment was because his heart did not stop at the glory of the world.Only by staying away from the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals can we have profound conversations with the Buddha.In fact, all indifference begins with desire, just like all encounters end with parting.We always hide in the magnificence we brew, pretending to be very happy, and after a long time, we forget all the misfortunes.It's like a lie that has been told many times and becomes true.But no matter how beautiful the mist and rain are, we still cannot live without the sunshine. Understanding is not escaping, letting go is not pulling away.Everyone knows that the past is the hometown that you and I can't go back to. If you can't learn to forget each other, you will spend your whole life wandering.
Time has passed, leaving some broken shadows, even if we check them one by one, we can't put them back together.At the ferry in late autumn, you don't need to deliberately wait for the reunion, just choose a small corner in your heart, dig a pond, and plant lotus.Under the quiet time of Zen, slowly forget each other indifferently.Please believe that in the deepest world of mortals, all souls holding hands are accidental.