(a)

Coming out of Director Wang, I walked home in a trance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although I was always alone on the road, your figure, your voice, and us in the past time were always filled with all my senses.

If there were other pedestrians walking on this road, they would have seen a different scenery than I did. They won't feel the countless past you that are being replayed in all the magnetic fields like I do. They can't hear your past, it's still echoing in the space.

At that time, I had fully realized that even in the same objective world, the world perceived by different people's sensory systems would be completely different. In fact, I doubt that there is such a thing as an objective world!

is like what many literary criticism articles say: in the eyes of a thousand readers, there are a thousand different Lin Daiyu. The same Lin Daiyu, in everyone's different inner structure, shows a very different image, completely different.

Later, when I read the Buddhist scriptures, I realized that in the Huayan Sutra, the Buddha told his audience that the world is endless. Countless worlds, all intertwined and overlapped. Just like the lights in the Buddha hall, looking at it from a distance, a large area of lights, all the lights merge together and become a piece of light. However, each lamp has its own light wave covering, and the light overlaps and blends with each other.

Just like the thangka I saw in Mr. Chai's painting folder, a time and space unfolded, and there are countless time and space contained in it. Every world is a myriad of projections.

I could clearly hear every leaf in the treetops flutter as the wind blew, and heard their rattling sounds. But I can also hear your conversations with me in the past.

They are equally unmistakable, equally real, and indistinguishable from each other.

The last time we walked this path, you said to me, "Xinxin, in the future, you will walk this path yourself." ”

I said, "I know." Someday, I'm going to go alone. ”

You say, "This time, perhaps, just like the last time, after I leave, you will have to walk a long way alone in this world, for a long time." ”

I said, "I know." ”

You say, "I'm sure you'll walk better, better than last time, with a more solid pace." ”

I said, "I don't know if it's going to be okay." I don't quite believe in myself. ”

You say, "Then trust me." Believe in what I believe in you. ”

You say, "It's like when we go up a mountain together, when we climb that ladder together." Whenever you don't believe in yourself, think about what I believe in you. I kept thinking about it until I felt unwavering self-confidence in my heart. ”

I said, "Okay." I believe you. With all my heart, I believe in you. ”

(b)

In the undulating inner activity, unconsciously, I walked to the tree with eyes again.

I stopped in front of it.

It still stood by the empty road, as it had done before.

A lot of things in this world are still the same as they used to be.

They haven't changed because you're gone.

What your disappearance has changed strongly, here and now, is only me.

It's just me, and because of it, I'm incomplete.

That's when I saw something unbelievable.

I was surprised to find that there seemed to be something more in the tree's eyes that I didn't have before.

I stepped forward, leaned on the trunk of the tree, and looked closely into the eye.

I saw a thin red thread that exposed the center of the scar inside the eye.

It turned out that there was a small insect-eaten tree hole in this eye. It is like an eyeball, set in the center of the eye. The tiny, red thread came out of the hollow of the tree.

Behind the thread, what will be?

I carefully picked up the thread and gently dragged it outside. The end of the thread slowly turned into a longer and longer red thread. And then a small white piece of paper, folded very small, very small, very small, very small, was dragged out. It turned out that this thin red thread was a lanyard for an amulet. The little piece of paper, folded very small, was the body of the amulet.

Who's going to leave this thing here? Who will notice this eye?

My heart was pounding. It could only be you! This little talisman could only be hidden here!

This is what you left me. You know I'm going to notice this eye. After your death, when I re-follow this path, I will surely notice this tree, and I will surely discover what you have left me. This is the secret tree hole where your last words are kept! This last word was left to me by you.

Tears welled up in my eyes again.

From the past life to this life, how attentive you have been to me! How attentively you have been teaching and supporting me, an unsuccessful student, from the first day of each encounter in every life to the final moment of separation! If I can't do it, I'm so sorry for you, I'm so sorry for you!

With trembling hands, I carefully opened the tiny amulet.

I see your handwriting appear on that very small piece of paper. You used uncanny tiny handwriting, on that little piece of paper, full of words or symbols that I didn't recognize.

In the middle of these words that I don't recognize, there is a little larger character that I recognize.

It is a Chinese character. This Chinese character is: 道.

That's the last kanji you left me.

From the moment I saw it that day, it was deeply imprinted in my heart, imprinted in every meridian and every cell of mine.

You didn't leave me the word "love". Your last words to me were: "The Word"!

The deepest love, the deepest love, the greatest love we can give to others is to guide her to the Tao, to inspire her to seek the Tao, and to achieve her enlightenment.

There is no other love that can surpass it.

That's the extreme value of love!

And I, the choice that can repay you with this most affectionate love is: vow to become enlightened!

(c)

Before I knew it, a few more years had passed.

Once, on New Year's Day, when I went with my friends to pray for the blessing of the bell at a monastery in the tourist area, the monks at the monastery gave me a small amulet after I finished my prayer, saying that I was related to me. It was also a very small piece of paper that had been folded, tied with a tiny red thread. When I opened it, I was extremely surprised to find that the paper was densely covered with the exact same words on the little amulet you left me.

Shocked, I immediately ended the tour and flew to the location of the safe deposit box you rented for me on your deathbed. I went to the vault with the heavy iron door, and took out the amulet you left in the hollow of the tree from the safe, and I took a magnifying glass and carefully compared the two in the bright light. Astonishedly, I know what those words you wrote back then!

That's the Sanskrit version of the Mantra!

Why do you write Sanskrit? I never knew you could speak Sanskrit! You actually know how to "Leng Yan Mantra"! You were able to write the entire "Lengyan Mantra" in extremely fine font and with great neatness and perfection in the last painful situation! There is no blemish at all! Not a little bit of a clerical error, not a little trace of a hand shaking? I saw you in the last few days of your life, and your hands were shaking non-stop!

Who are you, dear? Except for my brother and companion whom I loved and admired in my past and present lives, who are you?

A few more years passed. On New Year's Day, when I opened the safe again and saw two copies of the "Lengyan Mantra", I suddenly understood. You, you are a great bodhisattva! You are the great bodhisattva who rides the Cihang upside down! You're here to spoil me! You are incarnated as my brother, teacher, and lover, to attract and enlighten my great bodhisattva!

So, who am I? Except for Qin'er, except for idealism, who am I?