Chapter 17 stupid tree

Buddhism sympathizes with all beings with eyes, and loves all "sentient beings" in the world—this refers to all animals, including humans.In this way, only plants are downgraded and left out of the light of sorrow, so cattle and sheep chewing grass are never regarded as slaughter, and craftsmen chopping bamboo and wood are never regarded as torture. If the Buddha had a little more modern scientific knowledge, he would know that although plants and trees have no heart or hands and feet, they also have nerve activity and mental responses, and even mental memory and facial expressions—at least they are much more "sentimental" than the electronic virtual pets on the Internet.

My family's Putao is the daughter's body and servant girl's life. She has a big temper and a very small mind.One day, all the leaves of a grape suddenly fell off, leaving only bare branches, which was alone and crazy among the grapes.After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that I had trimmed three or four leaves the day before, in order to remove some broken leaves with insect eyes and make it more beautiful.It must have been annoyed by my scissors, making it angry from the heart, evil to the gall, and a heroic fight to the death.What kind of scissors do you cut?My old lady can't afford to hide, but she can afford to die and die!

The other grapes are also not easy to mess with, so I'm not allowed to make mistakes at will.Once again, I saw another grape stalk crooked by the wind and rain, so I kindly turned it around and climbed onto the newly built trellis.My hands and feet could not have been lighter, and my attitude could not have been more kind, but I still forced an earth-shattering suicide case again, and once again all the green leaves fell, leaving only one bare pole, as if it had been burned by a fire average.It wasn't until more than two months later, when the suicide had exhausted his anger and temper, that a new green bud appeared on the dead stem, which seemed to ease his complexion and change his mind.

Of course, maybe the grape leaves are not because of too much temper, but because of too little courage.They have just transplanted mountain caves from far away places. They are unfamiliar with the place, have no relatives, have no one to rely on, live timidly and fearfully, and are not scared to death when there is a turmoil? This is also possible. In contrast, catalpa is much calmer and honest.When the craftsmen were building a house, they chopped up a small catalpa tree that was in the way, and dug a stove next to the tree root to boil the slurry. It was all kinds of tortures, which caused the small tree to die more than a dozen times.Unexpectedly, half a year after the craftsman left, the tree stump had no complaints or regrets. It sprouted branches and leaves from the scorched earth, tenaciously came to life, and soon supported a green shade.It seems that the ancient Chinese named the carpenter "Calpa Carpenter", the hometown "Sangzi", and the printing name "Fuzi". It may have something to do with its perseverance and hard work.

I just think this kind of tree is a little stupid, a little mentally handicapped. For example, in the early autumn, the temperature and cold are uncertain. They seem to be confused by the weather signal. They don’t know what season it is, so they fall leaves and sprout again, as if they are crying and laughing. Adding a padded jacket and shaking a fan is a bit embarrassing. My family's catalpa garden turned out to be a stupid garden too.I couldn't help muttering.