Chapter 27 twenty seven, lotus

Life is really a play, how many people in the play have died, just like the lotus in the pond of releasing life will one day bloom to wither and wither.At that time, we will live our days so meaninglessly that no one can remember them. I don't know how many people in this world have a complex for Lian He.The lotus, with its innate Buddha nature and wisdom roots, grows in the release pool, in the deep courtyard, and also falls in the small lake in the countryside.Many people have said such a sentence: "My previous life was a green lotus in front of the Buddha." That's because many people have Buddha nature in their hearts, and hope that in their previous life they were a green lotus, the cleanest thing under the green leaves. That one, infected with ancient sandalwood, listens quietly to the Sanskrit bells and drums.But we are still cowards after all, we shirk all the good things to the care of the previous life, and we still act recklessly in this life, being an out-and-out ordinary man and woman.

This summer, Su Manshu returned to Shanghai from Japan and witnessed a splendid lotus event.The lotus that has been laid out for a season touched the Buddha nature in his heart that had been sleeping for a long time.He thought that the wandering monk in cassock had already died in this world, but he didn't know that the lotus branch had already been planted in his heart, and had long been entangled with life.Su Manshu, like many people, once said that he is a green lotus in front of the Buddha, and that is why he has an encounter with the Buddha in this life.I thought I would grow old quietly in the world of Bodhi. This life is pure and peaceful, but I was thrown into the dyeing vat of the world for no reason, and I was so choked by the fireworks that I dared not breathe hard.

In this quiet afternoon, Su Manshu went to the suburbs alone to pick lotus in a boat, and he carried a pot of jasmine wine on his waist. He liked the faint fragrance of jasmine, and he would get drunk without drinking it.There are cicadas perched on the sycamore tree, singing words that the world cannot understand.The breeze blows, the snow lotus root is cool, and a few gulls fly by, shaking off a few lotus petals, which is shockingly beautiful.Su Manshu seemed to see the female poet from the Song Dynasty coming from the depths of the lotus root, drinking a glass of Hua Nian wine alone, and chanting her mediocre words and sentences. "The fragrance of red lotus roots and the remnants of jade in autumn. Unravel the clothes lightly, and go to the orchid boat alone. Who in the cloud will send brocade books? When the word geese returns, the moon is full on the west building. Flowers drift away, water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness, two leisurely places Sorrow. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart."

This woman, flipping through the dictionary filled with the fragrance of ink, taught him how to read through the wine.Maybe it was because Su Manshu was drunk, it was the first time in thirty-four years that he was so frustrated, he was drunk in the fragrance of lotus.He hoped that a floating boat would take him to the Song Dynasty to see the flowers bloom on the other side.He should let himself stay in a certain monastery, waiting for the woman named Li Qingzhao to light a heart-warming incense in front of the Buddha.Maybe we can form a relationship, maybe it's just an inadvertent rubbing of shoulders.However, all of this was Su Manshu's drunken dream. When he woke up, he couldn't find Li Qingzhao's embroidered shoes, or even the silk handkerchief she used, or an earring, but he picked up a song. The graceful rhyme of Song Ci.

He was sick and suffered from gastrointestinal problems, probably because he had eaten too much wine and meat.Su Manshu's gluttony in his life has been judged by the world, whether he admits it or not, it has been engraved in the annals of his life.He smoked cigarettes and ate sweets all day long in Baiyun Nunnery in West Lake, and only borrowed money from the abbot to remit money so that the kabukis in Shanghai could buy sweets.There is even a record that he became addicted to sugar when he was poor, knocked out a gold tooth, and exchanged it for sugar in a bloody mess.What a stupid and absurd monk, people love and pity, angry and annoyed.He has been hospitalized many times for overeating, but he can always find snacks under the pillow in the hospital bed.Su Manshu likes to eat chestnuts fried with sugar. It is said that he was finally sick in the hospital, and when he died, there were still a few packs of chestnuts hidden under his pillow.At that time, the chestnut was already cold and hard, like his body without temperature.In fact, there is no need to use too much pen and ink to describe a person's death, because no matter how beautiful the death is, it is bleak.

Su Manshu was tortured by illness, and every time he was sick in bed, he was very pessimistic.I feel that people are alive to suffer, and the pleasures they had in the past are so insignificant in the face of illness.Even so, he still couldn't get rid of the bad habit of gluttony. Although gluttony is not a sin, Su Manshu's illnesses and sufferings were all caused by gluttony.He is a person who will not treat himself badly, even if he is tortured and insulted, and suffers emotional blows, he is still inseparable from wine and meat.He lives a life where he has wine and is drunk today. As long as he has money in his pocket, as long as he has strength, he will buy his favorite food and enjoy it to his heart's content.In the eyes of the world, he is indeed a strange person, which is quite different from what the Buddhists call pure-hearted and ascetic.

Su Manshu’s gluttony is obvious to all. When he was a child, he was expelled from the temple because he couldn’t help but eat pigeon meat. After living in the temple, he still couldn’t get rid of this habit. On a dark and windy night, I sneaked to the wine shop, ordered a jug of good wine, ordered two catties of beef, and enjoyed it regardless.I just don't know if he remembers to take off that cassock every time he goes there.He went to brothels, although he was wearing a suit, but no one knew he was a monk.He still went his own way, eating flowers and wine, making friends with prostitutes, gathering together day and night to drink and sing.Even if someone exposes his identity in public, he will not avoid it, maybe he will say: "My life is up to me." Or just laugh it off and ignore it.

Such a madman can't even do anything to the Buddha, but these shortcomings are precisely Su Manshu's strengths.He lived a free and unrestrained life, without self, and was so daring.Although he is willful and reckless, he does not make trouble when he is drunk, and he is with kabuki, but he never crosses the final bottom line.He devoted himself to the revolution and saved the people from suffering.He blends into painting and brings the world into his majestic ink painting.He wrote love poems that touched countless sad souls.It can be said that Su Manshu's charm is unparalleled, because his multi-faceted nature coincides with the true temperament of the world.Doing things that many people dare not do, loving people that many people dare not love, in him, the blood of rebellion flows, everyone has this rebellion, but not everyone has the courage to express it, even like He did it to the fullest.

During his recuperation period, Su Manshu had another shocking adventure.He got acquainted with Xiao Ruyi, a famous actress on the beach at that time, and Yang Yuelou.Perhaps Su Manshu was an actor in his previous life, otherwise why would he be so entangled with kabuki and actors in this life?He likes to listen to operas, and his mellow and melodious singing is like countless threads of love, soft and tough, and he can't stop pulling.Watching them wear thin and cool silk costumes, put on thick and colorful makeup, and play Huadan, with their graceful bodies and seductive eyes, it is so charming that it makes people cry.In Su Manshu's eyes, he thinks such a man is suitable for love.