(a)

During the training camp in Bosang, a Tibetan teacher at the other school admired your marksmanship and liked your personality. www.biquge.info After listening to your public lectures, he often follows behind you, always looking for opportunities to communicate with you.

He was one of the last people you walked out of the classroom with you after answering many questions in the big classroom that day.

This teacher has a four-word name, which I have forgotten.

He was deeply moved by your point.

You talked a few times after that. The more you talk, the more you feel connected. So, then you gave each other some gifts. You sent him a copy of some of your own manuscripts about teaching techniques. And what he gives you are two books.

We flipped through the contents of these two books, and we couldn't put them down. We all took a copy and read it.

I chose to take the book "Bardo Teachings", which describes the process of human death and how the bardo body is reincarnated after death.

When you saw my choice, you were a little moved. Your lips move, but in the end you don't say anything. You look at me, and then, you take the other one away.

What you didn't say that day, I actually heard.

What you want to say is: "Heart, the sorrow of death, is it still in your heart?" ”

You say, "Haven't you warmed up from what happened to you by the Blackwater?" Haven't you thawed yet? ”

I know the reason why you didn't say anything in the end.

You feel that this kind of thing cannot be solved by words. So you decide to use action.

Without saying a word, you watched as I took this book on death and then took the other.

You reveal your heart in this action: "Wait for me." I will not persuade you, but I will spend the rest of my life warming you and dispelling the shadow that death has cast in your heart. ”

(b)

When we were together, there was a lot of silence all the time.

But it's warm.

You've been burning around me like a campfire and a fireplace.

No conversation, but so warm.

You burn your own life to be so warm.

When I finally thawed, you were gone. It's like a candle that illuminates the path of others, but it disappears without a trace.

(c)

I often sit in the sun and read this book in the middle of the day.

I think the warmth of the sun will dispel some of the coldness of the world after death.

I often read books in the grass in the jungle near the base. When I was reading, you would take a picture clip and draw landscapes next to me.

During the training camp, you drew a lot of landscapes.

I watched you draw with admiration.

I said, "Guide, how can you paint the clouds in the sky so beautifully?" ”

You say, "Because it's so beautiful." ”

I said to my chagrin, "Why can't I draw all the time?" ”

You smile and say, "Because you have a dependence in your heart, the guide will finish the homework for me anyway." ”

I said, "But I'm not lazy. I really don't know how to draw it. I don't know how to put pen to paper. ”

You say, "Actually, drawing is as simple as writing an essay." ”

You say, "Look at the pond over there." When it's clear, the clouds are naturally reflected. How beautiful the clouds are, how beautiful the reflection is. When your heart is as clear as a pond, the painting will automatically emerge from the brush. ”

I look at the landscape on your paper.

I exclaimed, "Guide, you are so amazing at painting like a professional painter." You really didn't learn to draw professionally? ”

You say, "Not really." ”

I said, "All those paintings come out of your pen automatically?" ”

You say, "Yes." ”

I said, "You don't even have to draw a sketch?" ”

You say, "Do you need a draft for your essay?" ”

I shook my head.

You say, "That's right. Just like when you write an essay, those words come naturally, even the idea, even the draft, even the preparation, you don't need it, it's done in one go, and it's perfect. It's the same with drawing. ”

I said, "But Mr. Chai keeps saying that your technique is very professional. ”

You smiled.

You say, "What he means is that this method is not suitable for students to do their homework." ”

(iv)

Another gift book you took away was The Biography of His Holiness Milarepa.

His Holiness Milarepa was a great Tibetan practitioner in the Middle Ages, and many of his stories we love.

You were often out of the cabin during your time in Beausan, so you didn't read the book much.

By the time we left Bossan, my book was more than 500 pages long, and yours was only on page 7.

When I saw your folded imprint on page 7, you said a little guiltily, "Let's go back and look at it together." ”

Later, we really watched it together.

One thing in my life is that I'm always a little faster than you. It's about reading books. It's at this rate that you've never beaten me.

The way we look at this book is also very casual. We don't look at it from beginning to end. Because we don't have that much time to get together. We usually start wherever we go.

One reads, the other listens, alternately.

One day, it's your turn to read it to me.

You flip to a page, and you start reading a story. I still remember your demeanor and voice that day.

The plot of the story you read that day is like this: Milarepa had a beloved disciple who admired his teacher very much, and he was also very accomplished in spiritual attainment. Milarepa had a good relationship with him. Later, this disciple was sent to India to study a special method. When he returned from India, Milarepa was very happy because he missed him. It just so happened that there was nothing to do with Milarepa during that time, so he walked a long, long way to meet him.

The master and apprentice met on the way, and they were very excited to each other. The disciple then reported to Milarepa about his study in India, and after listening to it, Milarepa saw the problem. Milarepa felt that in addition to the special Dharma, his disciples had also learned a lot of unnecessary things, and this kind of extra carrying would make him heavier on the path of cultivation.

So, Milarepa sent his disciples to the river to fetch water. After the disciple left, Milarepa lit a fire and cleanly burned all the superfluous notes and materials that the disciple had taken during his studies in India.

When the disciple returned, he saw only a pile of paper ashes still with residual heat.

The disciple was in deep pain at that time, it was all his hard work and hard work! At that time, the transportation was so inconvenient, the records were all handwritten, and many things were lost and irretrievable!

The disciple was heartbroken and lay on the ashes and tried to save him, but soon found that it was in vain.

This incident made the disciple feel very sad. So, on the subsequent road, he kept getting angry. He had been sullen and refused to speak to Milarepa.

Milarepa tried to amuse him all the way, but to no avail.

Seeing him so obsessed and sad, His Holiness Milarepa felt the need for a different way to enlighten him. (To be continued.) )