Chapter 59 Do you hear the sound of osmanthus falling? (57)

"People are idle and the osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moon rises to startle the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream." When I came out of the bookstore, my pace slowed down unconsciously. Maybe it was because of the few biographies I just read. At this moment, a kind of historical sadness surrounded me layer by layer, and the sighs of past characters seemed to echo in my ears... At night in Taipei, when the lights come on, there are thousands of lights.Turning into the alley, the shade of a few tall trees stretched out from the fence of the house, and also covered a little bit of the night sky.At this moment, the familiar fragrance hits me head-on, it is the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus!

I looked for the other side of the fragrance, and by the dim street lamp, in front of an ordinary house, I saw the leafy osmanthus tree standing gracefully.The branches are dotted with light yellow flowers that are as dense as stars, and some petals fell to the ground at some point... A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the night wind blows gently. On the night of high autumn and bright moon, only sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms and falls quietly. More than a thousand years ago, Wang Wei heard "the sweet-scented osmanthus falls and the birds sing in the stream" that night in Chunshan, how quiet it was!In the silent night, the whole mountain forest is silent, only the sweet-scented osmanthus is falling, until the bright moonlight suddenly appears, disturbing the roosting birds, singing one after another, flying over the mountain stream, echoing in the spring valley... If nothing How can a clear and clear heart appreciate such a peaceful beauty?

I stopped and listened for a long time, why is there no sound of sweet-scented osmanthus falling?Standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in an alley in Taipei, I recalled the late night in the temple on the southern mountain more than ten years ago. At that time, I had just become a monk and lived in a squatter house next to the back mountain.On spring nights, after the low-pitched hooting of the owl, I was often awakened by a loud noise in the forest. The sound was especially clear in the quiet night of the spring mountains. I often thought it was my own illusion, but later I realized it was betel nuts. The sound of leaves falling to the ground.

It is the betel leaf that is so large and so loud that I hear it in my sleep.And the sweet-scented osmanthus is so dense and finely divided that it is silent, so you can't hear it when you are awake?Or is the night in the city too noisy? I think it's because my pace is too hasty and my heart is too chaotic!When did I lose that leisurely heart? The ancients said: "How can you keep your mind and body quiet for a while for 36,000 days?" Only by keeping your mind calm can you face the challenges of life with a compassionate and open heart, and treat the living things with a calm and broad attitude. world.The sweet-scented osmanthus that fell quietly in the autumn night reminded me that it is time to slow down and listen to the news in my heart quietly.

(This picture is provided by Wu Xiaodan)