We all want to live up to our original intentions, we don't want to give up, and we don't want to look back

But as you know, liking and pleasing are only momentary things, but love and being together are a lifetime thing

But do you know that I like you, and I've liked you all my life......

One

Qiu Chong's thirteenth year, Mid-Autumn Festival

The wind blew the bell in front of the temple "jingle bell" swaying, shook open the small door that had not been changed for a long time, a little monk wearing a monk's robe kicked and trampled on the clogs from the temple to run, the street passed by a porter carrying a burden, on both sides of the burden is a base of bags, all wrapped in luxurious brocade, presumably all of them are those who play the boy brother brought out the gadgets, the porter raised his hand to face the blazing sun and wiped a handful of sweat, "Little Master, morning!" Is there anything important about going in such a hurry? ”

"Pay the donor early!" The little monk saw the porter - these two people are acquainted, so he stopped singing and said, "It's not a big deal, but the abbot got up this morning, and saw the sunflower in the crockpot in front of the window blooming, he said, 'Zhihui, you see this sunflower heart is inclined to the sun, and the heart of the laity is to the powerful, and the heart of the powerful is to ......', I feel that the abbot wants to speak, and you also know that I am most afraid of long speeches, so I am anxious to say, 'My heart is to the Buddha', and then the abbot began to laugh, and then called me out to buy three persimmon cakes for him, I didn't just ......"

"Hahaha!" , The porter saw the distressed appearance of Zhihui, and laughed heartily, "Zen Taoism, I and other people in the world really can't guess, can't guess!" ”

The vendor who sells the fruit cake asks Zhihui, "Hard or soft?" ”

"Brother Fu, you can laugh at people!" , Zhihui counted three soft persimmons and gave the silver money, "My heart is the Buddha who is self-oriented, how can I be wrong......"

After saying goodbye to Zhihui and the porter surnamed Fu, he trotted back to the temple with three cakes, bypassed the statue of the god under the temple gate, the left and right Arhats were side by side, the Bodhisattvas were in a row, and they arrived at the back hall meditation room, and the most marginal hut was the abbot's meditation room, his senior brother Zhicong was at the door of the room, and when he saw him, he put his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Senior brother, I bought persimmons for the master, but the master called you again, I really don't know what I mean?" , Zhihui pouted, and stretched out the persimmon in his hand to show him to Zhicong

Zhicong took a cake from Zhihui's hand, shook his head slowly, and placed a folded paper ring in Zhihui's hand

"The master asked you to give this thing to the most powerful and noble person in the world, and it was also given to you, you can see it first......

"Master...... I have gone to the land of Western Bliss......"

Zhihui hurriedly opened the letter

Only fourteen words:

The people could be without kings

A king shall not be without his people

Two

It was a good day

I want to come to Xishu for thousands of years, and there has never been a more prosperous scene than this

Bustling, coming and going

No matter who it is, it will not be remembered for her

Towards the place they were destined for, hurry

The vendors on both sides are as naïve as naughty children of a few years old, red-faced and red-eared for a few pennies of little oranges, noisy and arguing

The roof of the bungalow, it has not rained for a long time, the tattered quilt has been sunburned, and the black mildew spots on the bamboo poles are unbroken, shaky and fragile

There are also tiled houses with dripping water, bricks covered with dark green moss, and occasionally a wild grass like a reed, facing the long-lost spring breeze, raising its face to the sky

She chased as fast as she could, and the wheels of the carriage spun so fast that she thought she would not be able to catch up with it in her life

In her hand, she grasped an ugly puppeteer, the eyes of the puppet were two round amber stones of dark yellow, and a crooked little word was carved on the forehead

intelligent

There are many people with wisdom roots in the world, and there are few diligent people, there are few diligent people in the world, and there are few diligent and wise people

And Master Shi Hui is undoubtedly the only one in ten thousand

The master was originally a monk in Shanglin Temple on the shore of the glacial lake in the Tianshan Mountains in the north, once enlightened, took the original name "Zhi" homonym "Shi" as the surname, returned to the vulgar, to the south of Dongzhou Wuze on the shore of Gray Chuanjin to build Qingmao Fang, and Gray Chuanjin a square and a Jin for the square scarf faction

Even in the most chaotic wartime, no one dared to touch the calm of the South

It is still alive and well

She finally caught up with her

The carriage stopped, and a young man wearing a hat and unable to see clearly lifted the curtain

He asked, "Who are you?" How dare you stand in my way? ”

"I am ......"

Before he could reply, the curtain was closed

Outside the curtain, the sky is vast, the ground is vast, the clouds are like the old years, the flowers bloom and fall with the old years, people come and go, and the passing glance is not here, the car is far away, and it is getting farther and farther away from her, as if it has never stopped

"I am a weeping man in the earth......"