"There is such a test, which goes like this: if you are given a bunch of grapes, do you eat the big one first, or do you eat the small one first? Someone chooses the big one, which means that he is an optimistic pessimist, an overdraft of life, although each one he eats is the largest, but the grapes themselves are getting smaller and smaller, and some people choose the small one, which means that he is a pessimistic optimist, who always hopes but can never reach the ......."

In late autumn, the falling flowers are colorful, the upper forests on the mountain are dyed, and the maple leaves on the mountain are like fire.

In a pavilion on the mountainside, the boy stopped his paintbrush and looked back: standing in front of him was a tall and pure white girl, the girl had a plain white long skirt, long hair fluttering, and a pair of eyes on her pure face were as bright as stars.

"Hello, my name is Goyala. The girl stretched out her hand and was generous.

Looking at the Qianqianyu hand stretched out in front of his eyes, the boy was slightly stunned, then the corners of his mouth rose, and he shook the girl's right hand lightly, and nodded, "Hello." After saying hello, he looked back at the girl and did not introduce himself, as if he had no intention of talking further.

Gao Yala didn't seem to mind the boy's rudeness, and asked again, "Like I said earlier, if it were you, how would you choose?"

The boy frowned, but did not answer, but looked at Gao Yala again and asked, "We know each other?"

Gao Yala shook her head, her face calm, "First meeting." ”

The boy was stunned again, looked Gao Yala up and down seriously, didn't know what he thought, smiled with relief, slowly put the brush on the tray, tidied it up a little, and then said with a smile: "I don't know how others will answer." But for me, grapes are meant to be eaten, it doesn't matter how big or small. ”

After a slight sigh, he continued: "I picked up grapes because I wanted to taste the taste of grapes, and what I was looking for was a taste experience, which is why I picked up grapes. If a person only focuses on the size of the grapes and forgets why he picked up the bunch in the first place, he will not be happy whether he chooses the big or the small. Because he only paid attention to the size of the grapes, he fell into the comparison of gains and losses, but forgot why he picked up this bunch of grapes in the first place. A person who has forgotten his original intention has long been lost, how can he find the happiness he wants. ”

After finishing speaking, the boy looked at Gao Yala and smiled warmly: "I don't know my answer, are you satisfied?"

Goyala pondered for a moment, nodded, and shook her head again. She looked at the boy for a long time, as if she wanted to keep the boy's appearance in her heart, and seemed to be just distinguishing the truth of the boy's words, and after a long time, she reached out and took out a scroll of paintings from behind her, handed it to the boy, "Give it to you." Thank you. Good bye. ”

After finishing a sentence, he didn't wait for the boy to reply, and casually put the scroll into the boy's arms, then turned and walked down the mountain.

The breeze blew, the blades of grass rustled, and Gao Yala's figure faded away.

The boy glanced at it from afar, smiled silently, turned around and placed the painting on the drawing board, spreading it flat.

On the painting paper, the sunset gradually slanting to the west hangs in the far sky, and pieces of colorful clouds wander leisurely in the air, under the colorful clouds, the half-hidden and half-visible city shadows, the elegant retro mountainside pavilions, and the red maple forests dyed all over the mountains are scattered and intertwined.

In the mountain pavilion, an elegant and upright figure holds a paintbrush, standing in the middle, only revealing half of the side of the face overlooking the void, the eyebrows are faint, like an ancient scholar who has traveled through history, and suddenly emerges.

After a long time, the boy put the painting away, looked at the sunset in the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled: "I paint the scenery on the mountain, and the person who paints the scenery paints me on the mountain? ”

"Yes, it turns out that you just returned to Korea. ”

As soon as the boy's voice fell, a familiar voice sounded again. He turned around and looked at the girl who had suddenly reappeared in front of him, and for some reason, he burst out laughing.

"Haha...... Hahaha......"

"What are you laughing at?!"

Seeing the boy laughing inexplicably, Gao Yala couldn't help frowning: "I'm so funny?!"

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

The boy laughed for a while, and when he had taken his breath, he apologized and said, "I'm sorry." I just remembered a friend out of nowhere...... That friend was like you when I was a child, he walked silently, and always liked to touch me behind me to scare me......"

After explaining, he smiled and asked, "Didn't you leave? Why did you come back?"

Gao Yala didn't delve into the boy's explanation, but looked at the boy and suddenly said, "On the way down the mountain just now, I thought about what you said and felt that it made sense. I also remembered that I gave you a pair of works, according to common sense, the courtesy is still exchanged, you should give me a pair back. What do you say?"

"......" The boy opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Gao Yala smiled mischievously and blinked again: "I see that your work is also finished, how about giving it to me as a return gift?"

The boy was stunned, looked at Gao Yala, and suddenly smiled: "Although your reason is very legitimate, but according to common sense, can I also understand it like this......"

The boy joked, "A girl, of course, a very beautiful girl, happened to meet a boy who made her very attractive while collecting wind in the mountains. She wanted to get in touch with the boy, so she first found a topic to contact the boy, and then used this topic to give the boy a piece of her own. After that, he asked for the boy's painting under the pretext of this work, and then exchanged contact information to pave the way for the follow-up. I wonder if my understanding is reasonable?"

Gao Yala smiled faintly, not angry, just winked at the boy, and said indifferently: "As long as you feel happy, you think of me like this, it's no problem." ”

Looking at Gao Yala's narrow expression, the boy smiled and shook his head, and stopped teasing. Turning back to look at his painting, he stared for a moment, picked up his brush, and wrote eight sonorous and powerful square Chinese characters in the blank space of the mountain shadow on the right side of the picture.

"What does Kanji mean?" Gao Yala wondered.

"Don't forget the original intention, you have to always. The boy's voice was low and his eyes were heavy, as if he had fallen into a distant memory.

After a while, he came back to his senses and saw that Gao Yala was staring at him, his eyes were slightly closed, and then they opened in an instant, and a smile was already on the corner of his mouth.

This is a sentence from the "Huayan Sutra", called: 'Don't forget the original intention, you have to always'. It means that don't lose your original intention, and persevere to the end, so that you can achieve your goal from the beginning to the end. As you asked me at the beginning, as long as everyone always remembers why they picked up that bunch of grapes, then everyone can find the happiness they want. ”

After speaking, the boy took down the painting he had just finished from the painting tools, handed it to Gao Yala, turned around and packed up the painting tools, and then smiled again: "Okay." Now that the return gift has been given to you, this time it's really goodbye. ”

Seeing the boy pick up the painting tools and turn around to leave, Gao Yala suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked, "Wait a minute, you haven't told me what your name is?"

Hearing this, the boy stopped, smiled faintly, and stretched out his right hand towards Gao Ya.

"Hello, my name is Li Zheng. ”