Chapter 19 Nineteen, wings

When we are tired, we need a light and simple sustenance.Instead of entrusting your heart to fame and fortune, it is better to entrust it to a plant or a fallen flower. Even if you sink, you will not go to a path of destruction. In the vast world and the world of mortals, we often stand at the crossroads of life, not daring to look back at the passing time.There is endless melancholy in the depths of my heart, like a white fox that has been lost for thousands of years and cannot find its way back; like an old plum growing in the deep mountains, so lonely that it has no owner; Where to park next.In the face of the desolate years, the stories we thought were vicissitudes turned out to be so insignificant.In the depths of the world of mortals, including the Bodhi Dojo, they are always places to take us in.The so-called destination lies in a person's heart. When the heart is calm, any corner of the world can be lived, and it is a home.

When waiting for someone, you will feel that time goes too slowly, and every minute and every second is torture.Embracing each other, but expecting that time can stop, the beauty will be frozen, and the moment will be eternal.We always say that to be a leisurely person, choose a clean place to cook tea, enjoy flowers and read books.But how many people have enough time to waste like this?When you feel that life is long for decades and you don't know how to end it, we are actually getting old.Looking back suddenly, I feel that there are really many things in the past, but I can't remember what they were all about.

For Su Manshu, this cold winter is really long, and the snowflakes he loves fall tirelessly.The world outside the window is as monotonous and pale as ever, like a kind of purity of life, but also like an unprovoked funeral.Yokohama, Japan, the city Su Man loved so much, has now become his bridle.It's not because this city has no one he cares about, nor is it because this city has brought him harm, but because he still has a fiery heart, and those indelible dreams have been lingering in the middle of the night.Maybe he can't be a hero in troubled times, but he still has the arrogance and boldness to drink up the setting sun and break through rivers and mountains.

In that era, facing the peril of the country and the rise and fall of the nation, presumably no passionate young man could remain indifferent.In the chaotic era, the sky is full of dust, which makes people afraid to breathe freely.Positive people want to be a tide-rider chasing the waves, standing on the cusp of the wind and waves is meaningless to life and death; negative people just want to find a clean corner and put their bodies there temporarily.Where in life is there no red dust, even if you escape into Buddhism, you still can't completely calm down.Those eminent monks who have lived in the temple for decades have cultivated extraordinary concentration, but they are more compassionate and caring for the common people.Maybe if you put yourself in Su Man's shoes, you won't feel that many of his behaviors are out of order.The Buddha said that turning back is the shore, but his confused mind can't see where the shore is, and he doesn't know where to turn back.So he fell in love with drifting, because he would feel flustered inexplicably when he stopped.

The ice and snow that had been sleeping for a whole winter melted when spring came, and everything woke up, and the grass and trees were covered with grass. Su Manshu raised the travel expenses to return to China and set sail from Japan to Shanghai.At the age of twenty-nine, he exudes the mature charm of a man in his prime, and what has not changed is still his no fixed place to live.He once told people that the monastery is a home, and the world of mortals is a home. The home he wants is not to build a simple nest and live a smoked life with an ordinary woman.His temperament, as well as his original choice, are doomed to a life of rootless wandering.When we were still feeling sorry for him and sentimental for him, he had already learned to let it go with a smile.

In fact, we are not the prodigal sons of the world. We think that we have a home, and we don’t have to wander in a hut, and we are absolutely safe.If you don't walk, it's because your heart is tired, it's because you're weak, and you're afraid that your thin thoughts won't be able to withstand the thousands of storms in the world.Choosing to wander also requires courage. How many people lack such courage and cowardly think that they will find a lifetime of stability by mooring the ship of life in the harbor.How much the world changes, accidents happen every day, natural disasters, struggles between people, and too many unexpected events.Sometimes I know the answer clearly, but I am still confused by the walking process.

Perhaps under the call of the Buddha, we will step over the clean threshold, kneel on the futon, listen to a Sanskrit song, read a volume of scriptures, and forget the hustle and bustle of the world.But we should believe that all this is only temporary. When the sun sets, the bells and drums of the monastery will wake you and me up. At that time, we will remember that we have responsibilities, and we really cannot let go.Glancing at the Buddha, his compassionate eyes lost the peace of the past, and he almost begged to keep us.The Buddha thought that he could save all sentient beings, but he didn't know that there are too many unsaved people and too many unsaved hearts in this world.How many people would rather endure the turbulent waves of the world than escape to die in ancient temples deep in the mountains.The so-called life is like this, you like a cup of bland tea, but what he falls in love with is a pot of strong wine that has been hidden for many years.

The Buddha said that those who fall into the world of mortals are obsessed with obsession.No matter what you are for or who you are, you can't be greedy, and you can be relaxed and relaxed when you get along with each other indifferently.Maybe your world is collapsing, but someone else's world is so calm.Life is like a butterfly, and only after breaking out of the cocoon can one deeply understand what pain and pleasure are.Su Manshu has gone through this process earlier than many people.He told us that today's sea is tomorrow's mulberry field, today's prosperity is tomorrow's extinction, and today's meeting is tomorrow's parting.Even so, he still can't see clearly, knowing how much the past is irreversible, he still refuses to stop to talk to One Leaf Bodhi, and to realize Zen together with a volume of scriptures.

In Shanghai, Su Manshu seems to have found the vast sky where he can spread his wings.He thought of the poem Du Fu wrote to Li Bai: "I spend my days singing wildly, who is the hero?" confused.He should be employed by the "Pacific News" as the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.A literati does not need to hold a knife or a sword to overcome thorns and thorns, but can describe beautiful rivers and mountains with a pen, and can dance the light of the bright moon.The vicissitudes of history and the splendor of the years are all in the pen, and the person who writes the pen can freely sway the spring and autumn and dominate the sun and the moon.

During this period, Su Manshu published "Nanyang Dialect" and "Feng Chunhang" in "Pacific News", and drew a picture of "Drinking Horses in a Deserted City", and asked someone to bring it to Xiao Gong in Hong Kong, please burn it in front of Zhao Sheng's tomb.Because when Su Manshu and Zhao Sheng were living together in Nanjing, he had promised Zhao Sheng to paint this painting, but never finished it.This time when Su Manshu returned to the country, he heard that Zhao Sheng had vomited blood and died of grief and anger due to the failure of the Huanghuagang battle. In order to fulfill his old promise and mourn his deceased friend, he wrote "Drinking Horses in a Deserted City".But he said in "Answer to Xiao Gongshu": "After this painting, I can't bear to write it." In the following days, Su Manshu published it in "Pacific News", and his literary name suddenly became famous. place in literary history.The wandering lone goose took off again under his pen, and the moment it broke through the clouds, it also had the flair of a king.When we see Gu Yan, we will think of Su Manshu, because the wild goose has become his symbol, melted into his ink, and engraved in his soul.Sometimes he builds nests under the eaves of the common people with mud in his mouth, and sometimes he flies across the sea to overlook the world of fireworks.

Everyone has a relationship with everything in this world, just like Lin Hejing's plum blossoms, Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemums, Su Dongpo's bamboo, Pu Songling's foxes, and even Xue Tao's crimson note paper, these are like signs on them, no matter how time goes by For many years, this imprint that cannot be changed cannot be washed away.All spiritual things will bring us boundless imagination. When we are tired, we need a light and simple sustenance.Instead of entrusting your heart to fame and fortune, it is better to entrust it to a plant or a fallen flower. Even if you sink, you will not go to a path of destruction.The desire for fame and wealth can never be satisfied, and the truth and purity of nature will not bring harm to the world.We can wander around with a ray of cool breeze at will, rest on a white cloud, and hold a round of lovesickness under the bright moon. After a lot of busy work, everything was settled, Su Manshu ended his down-and-out life, and found himself in good spirits.This April, his heart is full of spring, and the peaches and apricots surrounded by it are hard to restrain.Standing on the sunny waterfront with a sober attitude, you can see the clear sky and the endless white clouds.What he wants to do is to be exiled again, because on the distant coast, the graceful cherry blossoms can't wait to beckon to him.