Chapter 43 Ferry, a light farewell

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are fragrant grasses and green sky. "Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky. The evening wind blows the willows and flutes, and the mountains outside the sunset..." In this light early autumn day, listening to "Farewell", those distant past events seem like yesterday, But it's really far away.The world of mortals flows by, we are just a tiny dust in the crowd, a small splash in the long river of time.Today we are still gathering for wine, but tomorrow we are seeing off at the ferry.You think that others will remember you, but in fact he has already forgotten. You think that others will forget you, but in fact you have been hidden deep in his heart.

Someone once said that he wanted to see my real face, and I answered him like this: "I just hit passers-by who hurried past you, so many passers-by, each one is me, and each one is not me. "That said, it's not that there are many mysteries in the words, I just feel that coming to the world is not to forget anyone, nor to remember anyone.Although life is various, each has its own appearance and temperament, but after all, they are just ordinary people, love each other ordinaryly, and leave each other ordinaryly.Every day, the world comes and goes, only the way is ordinary. This "Farewell" was written by Li Shutong, a legendary figure and a famous Master Hongyi in history.The faint sound of the flute blows out a faint sorrow. Someone is looking at the distance affectionately at the intersection of parting, and the sadness slips down, and the grass is everywhere.A parting in the world contains a beautiful fate, the flowers bloom when the fate comes, and the flowers fall when the fate goes away. This kind of parting, even the pain is soft and beautiful.Zen is on the paper, lightly blurred, quiet and elegant, like bluegrass whispering.It seems that this song is suitable for listening in autumn, this word is suitable for reading aloud in autumn, and this fate is suitable for ending in autumn.

A soothing piece of music, once touched himself, and touched others weakly—familiar, unfamiliar, sentimental, and unfeeling.How many people, in order to feel this beautiful sadness, would rather accept a parting.Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, I folded a willow branch that was blown by the evening wind, and entrusted it to the old man, without words or hugs, but with affectionate eyes.Some people walk away, some people are still watching, and the back of the departure is longer than the years.We will definitely meet again. At that time, confide the sweetness of lovesickness to the other party, open the cellar of time, and drink this small cup of love in the world of mortals under the moonlight.The faint fragrance is like an elegant plum blossom, blooming in the bottom of my heart.

Why would an eminent monk who is indifferent to the world have such an affectionate farewell?Some people say that because he is also indifferent after the world of mortals.Regarding Li Shutong, the name is like fragrant grass scattered all over the fields.He is a generation of romantic talents who have extremely high attainments in music, calligraphy, painting and drama.He is a person who returns the splendor to the ordinary.He is in the world of mortals, with endless winds and clouds, writing beautiful and unrestrained characters, describing vivid paintings, and composing beautiful and euphemistic songs.He even put on costumes and acted as the characters in the drama himself. He performed his own life on the stage without any scruples.

After experiencing the prosperity, Li Shutong resolutely left the dust, crossed the threshold that the world thought was insurmountable, and lived in the high wall.From then on, the yellow scroll and the green lantern, the evening drum and the morning bell, are so free and easy, so firm.He is a wise man who clearly understands himself, surpasses himself, and perfects himself.Zhang Ailing said: "Don't think that I am an arrogant person. I have never been. At least, I am so humble outside the walls of Master Hongyi's monastery." Yes, in front of this genius, our brilliance is also gloomy. Yes, our calmness also adds a bit of haste.Your sharpness must be blunted accordingly, and your pride must be humbled accordingly.His life, like the words in his pen, has no trace of carving, plain, quiet and simple.In the mortal world, he is a talented man, but in the Buddhist world, he is a lonely cloud and a wild crane.

Not everyone can be independent from the world. It takes courage and understanding to turn around and leave at the most brilliant time.Li Shutong chose to become a monk for shaving in order to get rid of the troubles and troubles in the world. He practiced Zen thoroughly and did not allow himself to be entangled in the slightest.He took refuge in his own heart, detached from the world, and became a pure monk in his cloud and water life.He is just a pot of light tea cooked with a normal heart, knowing the true taste in the light.He is also a scripture without words, on the white rice paper, he realizes the profound Zen meaning.It is another piece of warm old jade, the more years it gets, the smoother it becomes.He treats people with tolerance, lives indifferently, infects every heart in unintentional days, and makes us calm and peaceful.

However, what moved me was not only these, but also Master Hongyi's compassion.After he became a monk, he gave up extravagance and kept everything simple.Nurture the heart with humility, nourish the body with virtue, nourish all things in the world with benevolence and righteousness, and nourish all generations with Tao.It is said that every time before he sat on the rattan chair, he would shake it first to prevent the bugs hiding in it from being crushed to death.When he was dying, he asked his disciples to put four bowls of water on the floor of the niche to prevent ants from climbing up the body and accidentally burning him to death.Such subtle details are like a small drop of water flowing in the vast mountains and rivers, but we are moved to tears, and it will fall down with a slight touch.

The sound of the flute is faint, vaguely telling about the year when there was a dream.Every time I listen to this song "Farewell", I always think of that old movie written by Lin Haiyin, which once awakened countless people's most real childhood dreams.The song "Farewell" appeared in the film. After I heard it, I will never forget it in this life.And I, relying on such a piece of music, recalled over and over again, the old events in the far south of the city, and passed through life one after another in peace, with unspeakable sadness.I am like a water lily awakened by the moonlight. I was still in a dream just now, and now I suddenly wake up again.Today's me, my face has changed, yesterday's Chengnan, only a little bit older, a little bit of vicissitudes.

An autumn window, there is a breeze pacing slowly, and the sun is spreading lightly.There is another person, leaning against the window, looking at a pure autumn leaf outside the window, gently falling into someone's arms.For this song, I am willing to accept a farewell, escape the warm embrace, and let myself go away quietly. If you happen to pass by Jiangnan and see a woman holding a willow branch, please don't ask her name.Look at her, carelessly watching the ferry in the south of the city, not looking forward to reunion, but waiting to see her off.