Chapter 17 Seventeen, order

Encounter with fate, stay with Zen, the world of mortals is his bodhi dojo, and he will always live on the edge of dream and waking in this life. If I leave, please forget me before autumn, because I am afraid that the fallen leaves will make you sad.I wrote this sentence by accident, it seems unintentional, and it seems to be commemorating a period of Chinese years lost from the fingertips.Yesterday's streamer is now today, and today's appearance has changed.When a person always laments the past, it means that green moss has grown in his heart, like a heavy door that has been eroded by time and wind, and vines and moss have climbed in the corner at some point.Time is getting old in such a hurry, when you lower your eyebrows and meditate, when you raise your hand and wave goodbye, when you sit quietly and meditate.

Looking back, the river of forgetfulness of the years has been obliterated by the vast wind and smoke. In fact, each of us is the same. We deeply remember the way we came, but we can never return along the way.Many people like to leave their marks along the way, thinking that they will not lose themselves.But I don't know that a fallen leaf, a flying flower, or a grain of cold snow will change the path.We do everything, love anyone, don't ask the reason, don't ask the result.You can't see the flowers blooming on the other side, but you can imagine that in the spring, it is another year when the warbler flies and the grass grows.

When you lose someone completely, all you can do is remember.When you miss someone, you must miss everything related to it, let yourself be intoxicated, and leave no way out.When we repeatedly read the love poems written by Su Manshu to the zither player, we will completely ignore that he was also ruthless, and even find an excuse for his ruthlessness. "Huanqing has a bowl of heartless tears, and I wish I could meet him when he was not shaved!" The so-called love monk should be like this. Su Manshu's poems are not a single love between men and women in the world, nor are they pure Buddhist and Zen principles.There is love in his poems, and there is Zen in love, which makes everyone who has read it cry.

What would it feel like for that zither player in Tokyo, Japan, to read the poem written by Su Manshu for her?Perhaps she is willing to use a permanent parting in exchange for these many deep friendships.If he hadn't let her down and hadn't abandoned her, how could Su Manshu spend so many sleepless nights writing so many poems.A man who wrote poems for her thousands of years ago, reincarnated in this life, still does not forget the promise of that life.I can't help but think of the Sansheng Stone, those beautiful legends about past and present lives.In that life, he was a poet and she was a songstress.In this life, he is a monk and she is an actress.They are profound because they met, and beautiful because they missed each other. Many times, we would rather accept brokenness and incompleteness.It's like a drama, because the tragic episodes make people deeply trapped, and then they are unforgettable forever.

In 1910, the 27-year-old Su Manshu continued to teach in this Chinese school in Java.In my spare time, besides writing love poems, I also finished the English translation of "Swallow Notes".During this period, Su Manshu met Zhuang Xiang's daughter Xuehong.We meet everywhere in life, the people who once loved each other, and the things that were once flirtatious, will always come rashly when you don't expect it.You thought you would be panicked and uneasy because of past mistakes, but you don't know that as the years go by, each other has already learned to be calm.Back then Su Manshu resigned from Zhuang Xiang's request and refused to marry Xuehong. Although he felt guilty, he never regretted it.From the beginning to the end, he thought that he was a mustard seed before the Buddha. Although he could not escape the fate of love, he could not be greedy for love in the world after all.

When Su Manshu met this beautiful woman again, he found that she already knew how to forgive, like the Buddha forgiving his sins, like the wind forgiving the fragrance of a flower, like water forgiving the swagger of a grass.Time can really fade everything away, but before it fades, no one will believe that deep love can be so meaningless.Su Man is very different. He walked out of one emotion and fell into another story.The tea in the cup was not tasteless, so I replaced it with a cup of strong coffee.For Su Manshu, Xuehong was that cup of bitter tea overnight, although it was bitter, it had already cooled down, and there was no possibility of tasting it anymore.But Baisuke was the cup of coffee just poured out, the body of the cup was still hot, and the fragrance lingered for a long time.

Su Manshu didn't tell Xuehong the story about him and the zither player, because the chapter between them also came to an end early.People who have had a heart-to-heart relationship can understand each other's secrets without too much words.They just get together, drink bitter tea all night, and part ways after dawn, living a life with nothing to do with each other.Xuehong knew very well that Piao Ling was Su Manshu's destination in this life, and she had no regrets, because she knew that no woman in this world could completely capture him.It is enough to be a cloud that has floated around him and invested in his heart.

It seems that the women Su Manshu loved were so understanding, they could love each other silently, and never had any entanglement, it seemed that they had written a parting contract before they fell in love.Or maybe they are all proud women, unwilling to push each other hard for an untouchable vow.The love in this world is your love and my wish, and the happiness that comes from robbery is destined to be misfortune.Su Manshu is lucky. He has loved and been loved by many people.It was always him who failed others, and no one failed him earlier.When they got acquainted with each other, they made a bet on love. The bet was on the confidante, and Su Manshu was the banker.

They drank hot-talking tea together, wrote poems about concubines, and acted in dramas that were full of ups and downs. It was because they still had enough youth to squander in the world.They once sang that meeting is a song with a smile, and said with tears that parting was just a temporary miss.Their lives are like the shadows of branches slanting in winter, and their splendid years cannot stop a night of wind and snow.Many people also meet each other for the first time, and it is because of such a haste that they have deep memories.Afterwards, all kinds of things were just in a dream, and the damage would not be so serious through the distance of reality.

Xuehong took Su Manshu's finished "Swallow Notes" with him, intending to take it to Madrid, Spain for publication.This time, they reunited at the ferry and parted with the ferry.Su Manshu is the bodhi tree with no flowers and no fruit, and Xuehong is the woman who beat him with an empty basket.When we meet and smile, we also smile when we leave.They waved until the smoke and mist blurred their vision, and they could no longer tell where they were going.Since then, in the world full of traffic and dust, no one knows where to find each other. After all, he was still sick, thinking that he could fly across thousands of mountains and rivers with a pair of wings, and he would not be afraid of the wind and rain;How much he hopes that the banquets in his life are all flowing banquets, rejoicing when meeting, and forgetting after leaving.But he is not a ruthless person. Although he can't support him all his life and never leave him, he can't be indifferent and careless.

one Encounter with fate, stay with Zen, the world of mortals is his bodhi dojo, and he will always live on the edge of dream and waking in this life.Many people read his poems and read them with heartache, including himself.Poets are often moved to tears by their verses, and actors are often obsessed with the roles they play.We are all the most ordinary people. Because of our ordinaryness, we are easily moved by a fate and hijacked by a passerby. Su Manshu originally planned to go to India, but was sick in bed.In a distant foreign country, a person's detainee career made him feel the loneliness he had never had before.However, he was so poor that he lived in poverty. In a letter to his friends Gao Tianmei and Liu Yazi, he wrote: "The disease of hemoptysis recurred, and he spent more than 700 gold in detention for six months, so he failed to go to India." Su Manshu seems to have spent most of his life in poverty. Years of wandering and random squandering left him with no savings at all.When I was sick, I hid alone in a small messy room, sitting on a quilt and drinking water to survive. No matter how strong you are on weekdays, your heart is the most vulnerable when you are sick. What you need at this time is a person who knows how to feel warm and cold to accompany you and give you care and care.When he was lonely, he drank a glass of white water and lamented the life of this flowing water and lonely cloud.When thinking of the shaving, the master said that he was destined to have a lot of love in this life.But he still doesn't believe it, thinking that as long as he sincerely practices Buddhism and meditation, he can jump out of the three realms and avoid reincarnation.The world is so small that it looks like an illusion. One day, when we leave, we will not be able to take a single plant or tree with us.