Chapter 33 A longan, a past (31)

So far, when I see longan, I still have extremely complicated and mixed feelings, especially when early summer comes, when the longan flowers are all over the mountain, and when the longan bears fruit——because a small longan almost took my life and made my mother There is a thrilling experience of seeing a child who is about to die and fighting to the death to save it. About four or five years old!One day, a peddler carrying longan and hawking along the street passed by the house, saw me as a young boy, and after selling it, he gave me a bunch of longan.I happily peeled off a longan, put it in my mouth and gave it away.Unexpectedly, the longan was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't breathe out. His face instantly turned indigo, and he just passed out like this.

The young mother was facing such drastic changes. With nowhere to ask for help, she wept and dragged me, who was already unconscious, into the house through the door.Sad and anxious, she did not give up her last hope and decided to save her child by herself. Mother reached into my throat with her hand, desperately pulling out the corner of the longan!Blood gurgled from the corner of my mouth, and suddenly, I woke up, cried non-stop, and regained my life. "Mom, you don't know how to give first aid, how dare you dig out like this?" I once asked my mother like this. "At that time, I was young and ignorant, and there was no one around. I only thought that my child was dying!" Recalling this past event, my mother was still very excited.My life was saved from the gate of hell.

My mother not only gave me life, but also my savior.I can grow up safely today because of my mother's sacrifice!Like a Bodhisattva, a mother gives everything without complaint.It’s just that when I was growing up, not only did I often make my mother worry and worry, but when I grew up, I resolutely became a monk, and once again made my mother heartbroken, facing the panic and despair of losing her children... Whenever I think of my mother, I always feel guilty for my ignorance and unfilial piety in the past, and for not being able to repay. Although it is "great filial piety" to become a monk, how much have I really benefited my parents?On the contrary, if there is a drop, a grain of sand, or a speck of dust that can benefit and benefit all beings in my practice of spreading Buddhism today, it is because my mother caressed me, protected me, and nurtured me!

This summer, after leaving the monastery with longan trees in the mountain, on my birthday, I bought a bunch of longan to celebrate my birthday, recalling this "rebirth" story. In the journey of life, birthdays are celebrated every year, and every day is also a new life.And whenever I eat longan, there is still the danger of my throat getting stuck, although the merciful Bodhisattva will take it out for me like my mother, to relieve the suffering of all living beings.But the most important thing is that I should learn the principles and methods of eating longan spit, and solve the difficulties in my life by myself.

(This picture is provided by Wu Xiaodan)