In the silence of the night, his slightly sluggish voice was clear, and it was clear that he was reading. He shouted outside the house:

"Come in!"

The woman was quick with her hands and feet, and in a short time she brought in a pot of hot tea.

Huchen took the tea cup offered by the woman, naturally and casually rolled up his sleeves and brushed off the tea foam with the tea lid, and took a sip slowly and elegantly. When I used to practice the tea ceremony with a master, I once heard a monk who had attained the Tao say that the way to drink tea, uncovering, whisking tea, and grinding the cup are all exquisite.

At that time, when she watched her master's demonstration, she secretly admired it, but now looking at Cui Jiu's elegant tea tasting posture, it seems that the original lady was a little vulgar and pretentious. She only remembered that his family was the richest country in the capital.

Jing first untied himself and threw the satin cloak behind him on the bench beside him.

Shuying saw that he had already sat down, so she went to the table and took a glass of water, poured a glass of water for him, and said: "Mother Li is cooking in the kitchen, and before she can bring hot water, this pot of warm swallowing is not good for tea, so husband and moisten his throat first." ”

As she spoke, she followed the rules she had learned from her husband, who had taught her wife before she got married, and half-bent down, raised the cup of water to her forehead, and served her husband for use.

This is the case with eyebrows, the etiquette that a woman in the world should have when she respects her husband Cui Jiu's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not take her water cup, but picked up the scroll on the side and flipped through it, and said with concern in his mouth: "Doctor Zhao said that you are most afraid of cold when you are seriously ill, and you should avoid drinking such hair products."

Huchen strode in, seeing that she was looking at herself in a daze, her steps were stunned, and she was silent for a while before she said lightly: "I'm back." ”

Do the math, she and he haven't seen each other for more than a month.

It's a pity that she and Cui Jiu have been married for a few years, but now they are all gone in her mind, and she will never be able to give birth to the resentment and lovesickness of her husband who has traveled far away and never returned.

However, she intermittently knew a little about the past from other people's mouths, and only heard that the two have been in love since they got married.

Although she was rusty, she was grateful for her husband Cui Jiu's hard work for the Liu family and her help, so she still got up and walked over, ready to take off his cloak for him and dust off the dust.

But before she could get close, Huchen had already lifted the curtain and strode in, seeing that she was looking at herself in a daze, her steps were stunned, and she was silent for a while before she said lightly:

"I'm back. ”

Do the math, she and he haven't seen each other for more than a month.

It's a pity that they have become husband and wife, but now they are all gone in her mind, and she will definitely not be able to give birth to the resentment and lovesickness of her husband who has traveled far away and never returned.

However, she intermittently knew a little about the past from other people's mouths, and only heard that the two have been in love since they got married.

Although she was rusty, she was grateful for her husband Cui Jiu's hard work for the Liu family and her help, so she still got up and walked over, ready to take off his cloak for him and dust off the dust.

But before she could get close, Cui Jiu's long fingers had quickly discovered that the retribution for slandering others had come to the sachet that he had prepared before the marriage to give to her future husband, and it was hanging on the handsome son with peach blossoms on the corner of his mouth.

In addition, when she heard that the young Lang Zhong who diagnosed her pulse called him Cui Jiuye, she vaguely guessed that she was the unlucky lady who was destined to be tired When she got a conclusive answer from Lang Zhong's mouth, she also had mixed feelings, and she didn't know how to face this strange husband.

At that time, she still couldn't say much, so she could only weakly watch Cui Jiu sitting aside on the bed, and asked Lang Zhong carefully: "What is her condition, and how long will it take to speak?"

The low and magnetic voice made people feel inexplicably at ease and thinking about it, Cui Jiu had already opened the door, a flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi. One flower and one world, one grass and one country. A spoonful of water also has a bend, and a stone has a depth.

All sentient beings, into one sentient beings, into all living beings, into all living beings.

What is a Buddha? Where is the Buddha, where are the Buddha's traces? Everything has yin and yang, and yin and yang are sympathetic, and all things are born. Perfection and incompleteness, insignificance and vastness, coarseness and refinement, intertwined and transformed, Buddha-nature is fully integrated into every tiny existence in front of us.

From the Yungang Grottoes in Datong, Shanxi, from the Hexi Corridor to the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, the Maijishan Grottoes, the Longmen Grottoes in Luoyang, the Buddha statues in Qingzhou, etc., the Buddha statues of all sizes, imaginary and illusory Buddha statues, want to use the painter's heart to create the Buddha statue freely.

My group of Buddha statue sketches now seems to be a memory connection extending from a starting point, which is the creation of the image from memory and the grotto image through the use of lines and the form of ink.

Make a statue of the grotto, explain with a brush, gaze gently. Spread along the paper side to the four same extensions. Feel the simplicity and abundance of space, empty and full.

In fact, each Buddha statue itself is the cycle of life, which can be hidden for a long time, and can also break through and appear, and will construct my memory without leaving a trace for a long time. And, of course, the color and charm of the years.

When people walk into the Buddha cave, look up and see the sitting statue of the Buddha Sakyamuni, wearing a full-shoulder coat, making a Dharma seal, sitting on the lotus platform, the Buddhist scriptures say that this is the posture of the Buddha Buddha preaching to the believers after becoming a Buddha. Amitabha, known as the head of the "Three Sages of the West", also sat on the lotus platform, with his hands on his feet and palms on his feet, holding a lotus platform in his palms, as if guiding sentient beings to the Pure Land of Western Buddhism. Guanyin, who is famous for his great compassion, is dressed in white, sitting on a white lotus, holding a pure bottle in one hand and a white lotus in his hand, as if revealing the pure Bodhisattva heart of Guanyin, and fully guiding believers to leave the world and reach the pure land of the Buddha land where the lotus flowers are in full bloom.

I have been engaged in the research and creation of flower and bird painting for a long time, and I once wanted to use the indissoluble bond between Buddha and flowers to paint many legends of lotus flowers.

The lotus flower symbolizes the purity of the Buddha's country, the Buddha's virtue, the subtlety of the Dharma, and even the process of cultivation and the realm of Zen enlightenment. The lotus flower in my eyes is the lotus flower in front of the Buddha, the holy and unique lotus flower is a symbol of holiness and auspiciousness, and the lotus flower is not stained by the mud, which means that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are pure and unstained from the sound of the world, and the flower grows in the water but does not touch the water, just as the Buddha is not stained with the troubles and sorrows of the world.

When the flowers are asleep, it is a heart rhyme that makes people thinner and thinner. In fact, all I was looking forward to was that moment. Imprinted in the inner turmoil, there is no dispute with others. A gentle lotus flower, quietly opening on the tip of my pen. This lotus, its purity, only reminds me in my quiet thoughts, on the wall of the Qinghe study house.