Chapter 63 sparrow heart

When I lived in the country, there was an acacia forest in the back mountain. I liked to go there for a walk at dusk or early morning.There are many sparrows living in the Acacia forest, and it is always the busiest at dusk and morning. A large group of sparrows jump around and yell, like a crowded and lively market. clear. When I pass by the Acacia Forest, I often have a thought: Why don’t this group of sparrows take a rest?They danced and shouted meaninglessly like that.And why? My thoughts disappeared after they arose, and I didn't particularly care about them. It's just that every time I walked through the acacia forest, the thoughts arose once.Occasionally, a group of sparrows in Acacia Forest would fly to the courtyard in front of the window, hop around, and whizz away as soon as they croaked.

One day, when I came back from a walk in the acacia forest at dusk, I was sitting by the window drinking coffee, and suddenly I saw six sparrows flying over.I knew it was a female sparrow with five young sparrows.Observing the sparrows for a long time, I know that the thinner and darker sparrow is the female sparrow, while the lighter feathered, fluffy and plump sparrow is the young sparrow. It stopped on the grass first, as if discussing something there. At this time, I heard the voices of the female sparrow and the young sparrow were different, about two degrees lower, and slightly hoarse.

Then, I saw the female sparrow jumping up and flying to the Miscanthus spp. not far away, and landed on a Miscanthus stalk very accurately. The autumn wind at dusk was so strong that the Miscanthus swayed back and forth Adding the weight of the mother sparrow, the shaking became even more severe. The mother sparrow chirped, and the little sparrows twittered and laughed together, obviously cheering for their mother, but there was no applause, and two of them were about to turn somersaults . The mother sparrow chirped again, and then the five young sparrows swarmed up and each jumped onto a different miscanthus leaf. Suddenly, the miscanthus piled upside down, and the little sparrows fell to the ground without standing still. The mother cried out eagerly. For a while, obviously to cheer them up, the little sparrow bounced back to the original grass, made an uproar, and then flew to the miscanthus pile, standing on the tip of the miscanthus leaves in the fierce autumn wind.

After doing this several times, the five little sparrows finally learned the ability to stand on the tip of miscanthus leaves and shake with the wind.The female sparrow said a few words of relief, took everyone back to the grass, sang and danced for a while, and suddenly cheered, and flew towards the direction of Acacia Forest. Watching the sparrow fly away, I realized that the coffee in my hand was already cold. In the amazing scene just now, I seemed to understand the language of the sparrow—no, or it was not the language, it should be said that I understood the sparrow heart of. It turns out that it’s not meaningless that the sparrows can’t stop jumping and screaming every day, it’s just that we don’t understand what it means from a human perspective.

I couldn't help being moved by this discovery, knowing that if we have a more considerate heart, we can go deeper into the inner world of all things. If our heart is as clear as a mirror, we can see that all beings are equal, all have Buddha-nature, and pervade the universe. The legal world is real.