Chapter 43 Return to the Great Wilderness

I have to read it once a year. What moved me the most was not the love affair between Baoyu and the beauties, but the passage in which Baoyu bid farewell to his father Jia Zheng in the snow after he became a monk: It was cold and snowing that day, and we were moored in a quiet place. Jia Zheng sent everyone ashore to post posts, thanked friends, and always said that the boat would set off immediately, but they did not dare to work. He sent someone from shore to home and stopped writing when he wrote about Baoyu. When he looked up, he suddenly saw a man in the slight snow shadow on the bow, bareheaded and barefoot, wearing a cloak of gorilla felt, looking to Jia. Zheng Zheng fell down and bowed down, but Jia Zheng didn't recognize him, so he hurried out of the boat and wanted to help him and asked who he was. But it was Baoyu. Jia Zheng was shocked and asked, "Is it Baoyu?" Come?" Before Baoyu could answer, he saw two people coming up from the bow of the boat—a monk and a monk—clamping Baoyu and saying, "The secular relationship is over, so let's go!" Then, the three floated ashore and left.Regardless of the slippery ground, Jia Zheng rushed to catch up. Seeing that the three were ahead, how could they catch up? He only heard a song among the three of them saying:

"Where I live, is the peak of the green stem; where I travel, the majestic space, who will die with me, who will I follow? Void and boundless, return to the great wilderness!" After reading this paragraph, I feel not sad, but beautiful. The feeling is like reading "Historical Records" and reading that Jing Ke dressed in white clothes and Du Yishui went to assassinate King Qin, full of color.Imagine how beautiful it is for a son of a wealthy family to see through the world and stand on the snow with a bald head and a red cloak to bid farewell to his father!Therefore, I often feel that Gao E, the continuation author, is not as talented as Cao Xueqin, but the beauty of the writing about Lin Daiyu's death and Jia Baoyu's escape is not inferior to Xueqin's.

Jia Baoyu was originally one of the thirty-six thousand five hundred and one stubborn stones that Nv Wo used to mend the sky with only 36,500 yuan. The remaining piece was thrown under Qinggeng Peak, and later became a human being, Jia Baoyu.He saw all kinds of things in the real world in the Grand View Garden of Rongguo Mansion, and finally left all the secular life behind and drifted away.Baoyu's renunciation was the second largest for him to walk out of the stereotyped scientific examination venue. He used the candidate who passed the examination as a gift to repay the kindness of his parents, and left behind a child in his womb, who walked towards self-liberation.

Every time I read the passage about Baoyu becoming a monk, I can't help but sigh. This story also reminds me of the famous naughty boy Nezha in Chinese mythology. The red bellyband, the foot on the Hot Wheels, drifting away to the distance one by one, such a picture is not only beautiful, but also very solemn. The most wonderful passage in the "Diamond Sutra" is "If you see me with color and ask me with sound, you are walking in an evil way and cannot see the Tathagata." I think this "color" is a skin of a person, and this "voice" It is the daily supplication, which has birth and death, and it is the appearance in the world. When it comes to "seeing the Tathagata", it must float away and break all the ties of the world.

Why? The "Diamond Sutra" itself gave an annotation: "The Tathagata, if you come or go, if you sit or lie down." To go or not to go, what a lofty state is it?I also often think that when Jia Baoyu took off his cloak when he was bald and barefoot, he must be naked inside. Out of the ground, and jumped out of the muddy dust net. If King Jiabao's monkhood is compared with Shakyamuni's monkhood, there are some similarities.Sakyamuni was originally the prince of the Kapila Kingdom in Central India. He grew up in the royal family amidst singing, dancing and orchestral music, enjoying the universally recognized happiness in the world. The carriage went to the wilderness that he had never been to. He was only nineteen years old that year (similar to Jia Baoyu's age).

Thinking of the scene of Shi Yingjinyi going to the wilderness and Jia Baoyu standing in the snow, he used a phrase: "People can't help being crazy under the lamp." Returning to disillusionment, the spirit disintegrates in the world; and those who have always talked about Sakyamuni's pursuit of the Tao say that he has seen through the life, aging, sickness and death in the world, and asked for the supreme liberation.My opinion is different. I think it is a kind of beauty, which is to go to a distant, unknowable landscape with thousands of mountains and mountains with the true nature of people.

Jia Baoyu is a fictitious character, and Shi Ying is a real person, but this does not hinder their spiritual beauty. I think that today we cannot fully appreciate many monks. It is not because their hearts are not sincere, but because their postures are not Beauty; most of them are losers in real life, and they become monks when their setbacks cannot be resolved, instead of being successful and resolutely beheading the glory and wealth of the world, and their realm is greatly inferior. Every time I go to a place, I like to visit the local temples, because the architecture of a temple can best reflect the local spiritual outlook. There are monks and monks in many temples. These people sometimes move me, and sometimes make me feel I was bored, but when I thought about it later, it was purely a feeling, and I looked at practitioners as "human beings". Indeed, some people reminded me of Sakyamuni or Jia Baoyu.

Once, I went to a Hindu temple in Singapore. It was five o'clock in the afternoon. They were worshiping the sun god. Drums and trumpets played long Indian music. An ascetic monk in a tight skirt, his upper body was baked into dark brown by the scorching sun. I saw, on the muddy ground covered with gray doves, there was an old man with black body, silver hair, skinny as a stick, facing the sun with his hands folded, prostrating himself on the ground, when he raised his head, I saw him Diamond-like radiance shot out of his eyes, which reminded me of Sakyamuni's practice in the Great Kulin.

Another time when I was studying at Chaofeng Temple in Dagang Mountain, I met a handsome young monk. Every Sunday, his parents drove a Mercedes to visit him. When the Mercedes-Benz drove down the mountain, the young man in beige cassock stood on the mountain covered by trees and chanted scriptures, watching the car go away.I kept asking him why he became a monk, but he just smiled and remained silent, reminding me of Jia Baoyu—it turns out that in this world, there are quite a lot of stubborn stones left by female snails. The monks in this wilderness are a kind of beauty that is hard to see in the world. Whether it is carnival or compassion, I respect and love them; it makes me believe that no matter how empty the wilderness is, there are exquisite hearts.And I also firmly believe that everyone has a spirit stone in their hearts, the only difference is whether they can let it shine.

— August 1, 1982