"Stone Zen": Ananda asked the Buddha, "I like a woman, what should I do?"

The Buddha said, "How much do you like her?"

Ananda said, "I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for 500 years, the sun for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years.

I think I can't do it for 500 years, and 100 years is enough. I just want to do my daily work, live cleanly, sleep peacefully, and I can't think of things that are too far away.

One day a person will understand that you don't need a banging love, all you want is someone who won't leave you, one who can give you a hug when you're cold, and one who comforts you when you're sad. Someone who will be there for you anytime, anywhere. She is so simple to accompany you and accompany you through the journey. In fact, this is true love, not saying love you and loving you all day long. It's a sentence that I won't leave you!

In June and July, when the poplars on the edge of Alxa were at their most vigorous, I happened to pass by there. Through the two rows of aspen trees, there is an endless yellow Gobi desert behind me, and everywhere is desolate, I don't know where to stay. When the wind blows, the leaves of the aspen are blown away, and from a distance, the white color on the opposite side of the leaf looks like a tree with white flowers. I stood at the window in the hallway of the dormitory, staring blankly, and I didn't want to leave. I took a picture and sent it to a friend and asked him, "You don't look like a poplar tree is blooming." He said, "You really have nothing to do, it's boring enough, so I don't know how to answer."

One night, at two o'clock in the morning, I sat alone on the window on the top floor, my legs hanging out of the window, and if the wind was a little stronger, it would have blown my little body downstairs. As far as the eye could see, there was darkness, darkness wrapped in cold. I was confused, like walking in the desert and losing my way, not knowing which way to go, only knowing that leaning over was the other direction, whether it was heaven or hell, and I listened to the destiny of heaven. I wept twice in the cold night, and saw you smile like a flower in the distant sunlight among the flowers. I was fascinated by it, it was like a painting, so holy, so perfect, inviolable. I did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing you, so you picked up a dandelion, blew it away, and said, "Go, go and find a home of your own, no longer bound, no longer adrift, and the rest of your life is in peace." Then smile contentedly, like an innocent child, even if you don't have a shadow of me in your smile. I smiled and wept, and secretly prayed in my heart that the place where the dandelion is also my foothold, no matter where it is, no matter how muddy it is, and no matter the season, I will grow and bloom vigorously.

You've ever sat alone and quietly on a dark winter night, turning off the lights, turning off all sounds, not thinking, not thinking about whether you're happy, whether you're miserable, if you're not dealing with something, even if the sky is falling apart. And then face your own heart, listen to what your heart is saying, do you dare? It's a feeling of loneliness that runs from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet, and you are scared and want to try again.

The master said, "The way everything looks in your eyes is not what it is, not how you see it or hear about it, but how you see it in your heart, how you think about it, it is what it is." All these thoughts come from your heart, and if your heart is clear, everything is transparent.

I frowned and said: This is too profound, I don't understand.

The master said: You get up early in the morning in the summer, go to the forest and sit down, there is a bluestone case, a stick of incense, you sit down at the desk, it will tell you what to do?

I asked: Who?

The master shook his head: he poked my heart with his finger.

Later, I gradually understood, but I didn't want to see through the world too early. I don't think the pain and happiness in this can be understood. Someone said: If you really want something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it will always be yours, and if it doesn't, then don't wait any longer, because it's not yours at all!

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the night when I was separated from Chen, we were standing on the road, she grabbed my arm, tears fell on the back of my hand, it was very hot, hot to the heart, I withdrew my hand in a panic, frowned painfully, and wanted to turn away, but her feet were like taking root, and she couldn't move her steps, she just looked at me with tears in her eyes, without saying a word, just like that! It was a hundred times more uncomfortable than death, or even more! Finally, she spoke, forget it, you go, if one day. When you're tired, look back at me, okay? I didn't speak, I turned away, didn't look back!

I saw the heads of people moving in the darkness, they came and went, repeating the way they had passed, I heard voices crying to me, I climbed mountain after mountain, there was no end, I could not stand it any longer. I said, "The mountain is like an undulating electrocardiogram, with ups and downs, and if one day you walk on a flat avenue, without a stone with a foot, without a deep or shallow depression, then the end may be death." We can't escape the trick of fate in this life, we try to resist, but there is no result, even if one day you think you break through the barrier of fate, it is just another way of saying, life, is fate, and death, is, resentment!

We always forcibly carry complex emotions on our backs and move forward with heavy loads. You ask me, what did you do when you had the best memory?

I said: One day, I sat at the head of the bed with my eyes closed, you fell asleep quietly on my lap, clear facial features, well-textured eyelashes, the sun poured into the room through the balcony, and Piano boy's "Quiet Afternoon" was playing on my phone, I felt as if I was drunk, feeling this ephemeral beauty. I know I'm going to be gone, this time, it doesn't belong to me.

Looking back, the fragrance of flowers surrounds the fingers, and Su Nian is warm. The beauty of the encounter in that passing year has always been engraved in my heart and has never gone far. Let all the good things stay in life, let the years never part, and never hurt in the years. Let all the love and encounter, the first sight is amazing, and the goodbye is still. Always remember that relationships and marriages cannot be built on money, and choose someone who can be with you in the same boat and can bear the setbacks in life with you.

May time be indifferent to everything you and me, I am just a scarred man who came out of the wilderness, and you ask me, how did I end up in such a field? I wish I had never waited here, only that you would have been less concerned, but I must say that I never left, even if you never came!