Huineng was happy when he was a teenager, taught by the knowledgeable teacher Li Xueru, accompanied by the talented and beautiful Lotus, and his Tiancong, he surpassed the teacher at a young age.

After dinner, when the sun sets, he often walks with the lotus flower pond with the lotus flower, talks about poetry, and improvises poems.

"You don't have to close the door to sleep by the pool, the cool breeze fills the house every night." The lotus pond in front of Huineng's house, although it is not very wide, there are pavilions and pavilions around it, and the pond is full of lotus when you open the door.

The wind comes freely, and the lotus is fragrant. Sparse curtains, small pavilions, clear land. Mountain wind, summer yin, bamboo gate, towards the poolside, see a pool of lotus, red makeup green cover, pick up the sky cloud brocade.

At dusk, watch the sunset and smoke, gulls and herons flying, and mandarin ducks playing in the water. The lotus leaf is the wall, the lotus flower is the wall, and the pond is full of lotus color and fragrance.

The wind and rain are coming, and the wind is full of buildings. The wind blows, the lotus leaves roll, the flower branches shake, and proudly stretches their muscles and bones with the wind.

It is a strong and vigorous upward momentum, and it cannot be shaken by the wind and rain.

The old stems and new sprouts, such as the old spicy and elegant brushstrokes, when the pen walks the dragon and snake, it is full of fun and far-reaching meaning.

The wind lotus is constantly jumping rough, unrestrained and hot, and vigorous and vigorous.

The heavy rain came, and it hit the huge lotus leaves with a thunderous sound. A light layer of smoke filled the pond, and clouds rose like mist, and there were blurred dreams.

The lotus in the pond is also black like lacquer, light like smoke, the ink and water in the leaves and leaves are blended, the shades are broken, the simplicity is crazy, mellow and elegant, and the natural forgetfulness.

The lotus lotus in the rain is the real freehand, in an instant, full of paper smoke clouds, majestic!

The sixth ancestor Hui can think of the fastest thing in his life, nothing is to hug his beloved lotus hand in hand, listen to the rain and watch the lotus on the pond pavilion. That kind of pleasure and romance, elegant and chic, like reading half a volume of poetry, drunk and blind.

The summer rain comes and goes quickly. After a gust of rain and wind, the sun was shining again, and it was bright.

I thought I would be full of residual lots, but it was the opposite. After the rain, the lotus is even more delicate, and the wind and rain just now seem to have never happened.

It turned out to be rolled, the huge lotus leaves like an umbrella covered the wind and rain, and the lotus flowers hid in the arms of the lotus leaves, and they were unharmed! This lotus leaf's love for lotus flowers is also quite deep!

The lotus bathes in the sunshine, gently shakes the man dance, and the style after the rain is more beautiful and quiet, graceful and luxurious.

In the sparse shadow of the lotus leaves, thousands of flowers are white and flawless, soaring out of the air. The bees fly and the butterflies dance, and the birds fall, full of vitality. Many of them are also pregnant with a smart and fresh life, with buds waiting to be released.

The lotus lotus after the summer rain, such as "the first banquet in Yaochi, the concubine is drunk, and the lead is washed away", which is more otherworldly, full of vitality and thriving.

The raindrops roll around on the lotus leaves, crystal clear, lovely, the big raindrops are as big as a small bowl, the breeze blows, and from time to time there are raindrops slipping down the sound of the lotus leaves. There are also frog drums, bird songs, and insect chirps, which enter the ears one by one with the breeze, like the sound of heaven.

When the autumn and winter come, Xiao Xiao is sparse and rainy, and the smoke and water are boundless. Several withered lotus plants, half of the waist folded down, and half of the charred leaves were immersed in the pool. The image of the remnant lotus, like a poignant sentence, stands in the middle of the water.

In the past, "the little lotus showed its sharp corners", "the red rain cried on the back", and now it is "left to listen to the sound of the rain". Decadence is so vividly and vividly, a mess.

In the past, the beautiful shadow that was rich and beautiful, out of the mud and not stained, now fell into the mud of the sewage pond, and the sludge is in cahoots.

There are also those who refuse to fall down even if they die, showing the arrogance of the frost and snow.

At this time, the residual lotus, like a pen of old ink, is written in the scrolls of the years, and the books are old.

The remnant lotus listens to the rain, still in the dream of Xiangxi, under the sword of a strong man. How much is the sea dry and rotten, how much is endless, how many Lanzhou will come back with wine next year, how many rivers and lakes are spirited, heroic ambitions, all in this dripping, cold and clear rain, relive that touch of coolness, a wisp of softness, a pure land.

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The sixth ancestor Huineng, who returned to his hometown in his later years, looked at a pool of lotus lotus and sighed: "Lotus silt is not decadence, but deeper love." By next year, the lake will be full of flowers, and the lotus will be noisy, and by then, the scenery will still be ......."

A song is quiet, a pool of rootless water, eternal love, indifferent to the eternal leisurely thoughts, once drifting away, forgetting the way back, promoting Buddhism to cleanse the impetuousness of the ages, and educating all sentient beings...... Suddenly looking back, the road is full of vicissitudes of tears.

The first time I dreamed back-

The world of Whara, the hell of Shura, the light turn of the wheel of time, the secluded book of life and death, the lotus pond under His Highness Yama, the fine water under the bridge, the Meng Po on the bridge, the travelers who come and go, the wailing in the jade stream, the fluttering of a familiar figure, the pale cheeks, the whispering softly, the innocence that cannot be forgotten, the last lonely shadow when you don't go......

The change of time and space, the ruins of the wall, the nightmare of ups and downs in the middle of the court, echoing the words of the empty valley, woke up the dreamer, and left behind the horror of autumn, which is unforgettable, but I don't know the changes of spring and autumn, the change of the sun and the moon, and the hesitation in the hazy fog, which have long been drifted away.

Silian dream, it is difficult to look back, a dream is sad and autumnal, and it is difficult to make people remember in the end. Afraid, afraid, afraid.

Dream back again-

Slim and jade standing on a ridge of jade lotus, verdant lotus pond, pavilion pond water, long skirt wind, long hair fragrant, sprinkle a handful of beauty tears, look at a touch of cinnabar mole, smooth the tears of the splendid Luo dress, frivolous and translucent tea, let the silky hair whipped the cheeks, slowly caress the pretty face frost, bring a trace of trembling, leave a wave of ripples, intoxicated in the gentle township, can not sleep at night. Just because I was nostalgic there, nostalgic for the return of the swallow, in exchange for just lingering many beautiful dreams, unforgettable tonight at that time, I can only fly with a song.

Beauty tears, memories are broken, even if you write a poem, it is always unforgettable......

Three dreams back –

In the depths of the lotus pond, the lotus flower is in full bloom, picking a lotus petal, full of ethereal, the lotus forest is small, the flowing water is a song, and a scoop of clear water is scooped. Let people be hungry for fragrant, quiet lotus pond, lotus on the pond, brew a pot of lotus wine, talk freely with the red lotus, smell a pond of lotus fragrance, refresh people's hearts, and see the lotus leaf shade, accompanied by the curved water, look at the birds and flowers, its happiness, wait for the red lotus to come, warm a pot of lotus wine, take a cup of wine, tell each other about the heart, wouldn't it be happy!

In this life, I don't want to be famous, I only want to be with my sister in my dreams, I just want to have wine in the present day, and I want to get drunk today, and I drink a big drunk, it's simple, it's fast, it's fast, and even more singing, full of pride, which makes people sigh in their dreams, this pride and ambition, how can it be compared in reality, it's better to have a cup of old age, and die of old age in the present......

Now I dream back—

Alone at home, haunted by dreams, looking forward to dreams, a set of tea sets, boiling a pot of boiling water, listening to the boiling sound of water, a song of zither melodious, burning a piece of sandalwood, accompanied by incense mist, thousands of thoughts put down, sit alone, make a pot of tea, watch the broken tea leaves drift in the clear water, wash the cup wall, but also cleanse in the depths of the soul, drifting around, watching the water yellow, forget the memories, forget the troubles, everything is quiet, no earthly disturbances, slowly enjoy your own world.

Everything is still so peaceful in the dream, Xiao Tian, everything seems so quiet, only the lotus pond in the dream is left.

The fragrance in the dream, the lotus bloom, the fragrance of the dream, it is always difficult to wake up, quiet, quiet, quiet.

Lotus dream, the dream is difficult to wake up, the dream forgets the world, and leaves a period of dawn empty......

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"Daydreams, dreams are shattered. By the lotus pond, Lotus Dream ......, "God has been standing by the lotus pond for most of the day, and he wanted to go forward to wake him up, but was stopped by An Daocheng.

An Daocheng woke up last night, it was already three poles in the sun, and when he got up, he didn't see the sixth ancestor Huineng, at first, he thought he went to the abbot, so he wanted to sleep again. At this time, God would knock on the door and come in, and when he asked, he realized that the master was missing.

After listening carefully to the story of the Divine Society's disappearance of the Master in the dining hall and the hall, An Daocheng counted his fingers, smiled slightly, looked at the Divine Society, and said, "Please come with me, I know where your Master is." ”

So, the gods followed An Daocheng to the former residence of the six ancestors of Huineng in Xialu Village.

An Daocheng stepped forward to take Shenhui's hand, looked at the Sixth Ancestor Huineng, and said meaningfully: "Master and slow, Brother Aneng rarely goes back to his hometown to visit the lotus pond again, and provokes the past, let him think about it to his heart's content, why do you want to go and spoil the fun!" ”

"Well, it's still Anshan people who are thoughtful." In the past few days when the Divine Society returned to Longshan Guoen Temple with Master, I have also heard some private discussions among the local people: When the Sixth Patriarch Huineng was a teenager, he studied with Li Xiaolan, a little sister from a neighboring village, and formed a deep friendship and a Mandarin League......

Feeling this, the Shenhui couldn't help but be infected by Master's great love, and muttered to himself in the dreamlike and real lotus pond scene, and sighed with emotion:

Han Lian Ting Pink Dai Makeup,

Shy and charming.

Yurun condensation pearl green umbrella,

The wind blows the fragrance and the jade fragrance floats.

Lotus blossom and Tishu Qianying,

The lotus root has a long affection.

Jade Blossom Blooming Fragrance Exhibition,

Beautiful fairy rhyme.

Because the Sixth Ancestor Huineng was too involved in the continuous remembrance of the lotus, he didn't even know about the arrival of the Shenhui and An Daocheng.

I saw that he was muttering again: Sister Alan, you are a noble red lotus, and the red is burning life! You are slim, pink and white, and your face is facing the sky. Pure outside, clean inside, not bewitching, elegant out of the dust. Red lotus, arrogant, unapproachable, pure, elegant, blooming in the red world with a noble state...... Red Lotus, do you know? Your Aneng brother is bitter in his heart? Do you know what is going on in Brother Aneng's mind? In this life, you are a lotus, a lotus leaf, a soft heart of water, and a clear and jade ice. I only want to take care of you with burning life, and use the deepest and most enthusiastic way to make you gorgeous and let you show the brilliance of life. Loving and being loved is actually a kind of fateful calamity, and it is also an indissoluble fate. Perhaps, only by getting rid of dirt, getting rid of troubles, and letting go at the right time, will we achieve the beautiful realm of lotus flowers.

The sixth ancestor Hui Neng sat on the mossy stone bench of the lotus pond pavilion, there was no trace of wind at the moment, a pool of lotus lotus, as if entering the Zen realm. Occasionally, the pink petals of lotus flowers can be seen, gently falling into the water. The lotus shadow in the water also gently floats from the bottom to the water, and at the moment of falling into the water, with a kiss affectionately, the flower and the shadow are stacked together.

In this situation, he seems to understand that "the pond flowers fall on the shadows, and the sand birds fly with the sound." "I think that the lotus flower is the most beautiful at the moment of falling, the pink and white petals, falling without wind, and having boundless Zen.

In the pool, there are layers of huge leaves on top, and in the middle are withered residual lotuses, and there are constantly new yellow half-rolls of new leaves, slowly stretching to high places, and there are also lotus leaves that break their branches and fall into the water, but the process is very slow, so slow that people can hardly find it.

There are constantly flowers emerging from the water, and lotus flowers are constantly withering. This phenomenon is very similar to the human world. Everyone is like a leaf, a lotus, only one life, and only one fragrance. Although, as far as the eye can see, the prosperity of the full pond is still there, but it is no longer the one of yesterday.

"The lotus flower in the world has only a few dozen petals, but the lotus flower in the sky has hundreds of petals, and the lotus flower in the Pure Land has more than a thousand petals. It is said that there are lotus and thousand-petal lotus in the world. I haven't seen any of these, so if I have the chance, I'll definitely take a good look. An Daocheng looked at a pond of lotus ponds from afar, and said to God with infinite yearning.

With a little regret, God will say, "Yes! I've never seen it when I've grown so big. ”

A pool of turquoise, with leaves and leaves connected. Lotus arrows generally stand in the middle of it. Its spirit is like absorbing enough aura from heaven and earth.

Sixth Ancestor Huineng once swam in the lotus pond in his childhood, and knew that the lotus stalk was covered with many small thorns, and if he was not careful, he would stab the flesh and skin. When I saw the farmers digging lotus roots in the mud, I knew the hardships of life.

Who in this world can easily live? Many people have worked hard all their lives and are burdened by things, and they cannot be liberated, let alone any spiritual transcendence and soul exaltation. It can be said that the pursuit of spiritual freedom and soul purification is an extremely luxurious thing.

He thought that the so-called Zen is nothing more than surpassing oneself in the quagmire of reality, and letting the soul bloom into a quiet lotus.

In fact, An Daocheng is also a person who loves lotus, and he especially loves morning lotus, and he always has good sentences.

The Limbo fairy descends to the mortal world,

Drink jade dew with tears.

Bathed in the clouds and overflowing with brilliance,

Pink cheeks are delicate and beautiful.

A glimpse of affection,

In this life, the lotus is blooming.

Zimo Hongchen misses each other from afar,

There is no fate in the past life and this life.

The sun is shining in the early morning, and the lotus pond is also very bright. The lotus pond in May is exceptionally quiet. As usual, walk along the gravel path of weeping willows and incense, and peek through the gaps in the willow silk to see the lotus pool. Large areas of the place are just green, no longer thousands of flowers, no longer extremely luxurious, only one is occasionally found.

The lotus flowers are becoming more and more rare, but each one is extraordinarily large, holding petals with a diameter of nearly 30 centimeters, and it feels extremely amazing.

Suddenly, there was a sense of holiness. The lotus flower is noble and straight, such as snow balls, like rouge, thin powder, like clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving. White with pink, pink with red. Ling Bo walked slightly, delicate and delicate.

An Daocheng unconsciously remembered that when he went to Suzhou and Hangzhou to buy goods, he saw the woman in the south of the Yangtze River, wading into the river to pick hibiscus. A boat, a boat, a person, a hat, carrying wine, playing the piano. The faint fragrance is in the heart, and the lotus lotus on the river is blooming beautifully. On the shore, the orchid pavilions, small bridges and winding paths, carved railings and jade masonry. There are distant songs, there are faint piano sounds, there are slightly drunk wines, and there are jade people like hibiscus. Shake the boat to the depths of the lotus, chant poems, give words, and forget the world.

The lake is very large, just like the West Lake in Hangzhou, "the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red." ”

It's best to be Dongting, "Urakami lotus peanuts purple smoke, Wu Ji wine shop near the boat." It will also wrap fish and crabs in lotus leaves, and the old and dead rivers and lakes will not complain about the sky. ”

It is best to take a grasshopper boat on the Mengdong River, "strayed into the depths of the lotus flower." Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons. ”

It is best to be layer after layer, stacked and stacked, "hearing the song and feeling that someone is coming", Qiang Guan is clear, Lingge is flooded at night, and fishing for lotus babies.

Peasant women and girls carried baskets made of bamboo strips and went to the lake to pick lotus flowers. The white lotus seeds, the blue and black shells, exude a faint fragrance. The lotus pod stretches up from among the lotus leaves, tilting its head, facing to one side, full and full.

Ten thousand acres of lotus, ten miles of fragrant wind. Outside the wine flag, the sky of the boat is drawn, a lake is shaken, and people on both sides of the strait are drunk. It is said that there are 10,000 acres of lotus ponds in many places in the south of the Yangtze River. An Daocheng likes to roam, indulge in the mountains and rivers, travel through thousands of acres of lotus ponds in the south, and enjoy the blooming of thousands of lotuses, how spectacular it is.

Between the thousands of layers of lotus leaves, looking back, amazing. The one that blooms the most brightens the eyes and the heart. These huge lotus flowers are most suitable with the word "desperate". It seems that fanatical love wants to burn with life, just like the six ancestors in front of him. It's thrilling!

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At this point, An Daocheng seems to have understood the deep love of the sixth ancestor Huineng's "Ailian......

An Daocheng seemed to be saying to the red lotus: You are the lotus flower in front of the Buddha, not for excess, not for incense, just to meet him in the red dust. When you were young and ignorant, you ended your life. You are lonely, independent of the crowd, and as he approaches, your heart suddenly moves, and you suddenly call his name softly. A little closer, a little closer! Your face will be crimson, and you will be the most delicate one. The figure swayed. I'm afraid that he won't be able to see you, and I'm afraid that I'll miss it in this most beautiful season...... You say that you are the mark of his past life, and he is the mystery of your present life. In this life, you only want to bloom a beautiful lotus for him. Hiding the pain in the bottom of my heart, the silent pain, the burning love, the fiery love, and the thrilling lovesickness are all hidden in the calm smile and calm demeanor......

An Daocheng Linchi thought about it, and it was unacceptable. Maybe sincerely, the sky is as people wish, and suddenly, a large area of thick fog hits, and the lotus pond is in a gloomy pond full of wind and rain.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a loud thunderclap...... In an instant, An Daocheng was shocked by this scene - in the lightning and thunder, a golden lotus appeared between heaven and earth, and a thousand petals slowly bloomed.

"This scene ......" Sixth Ancestor Hui Neng muttered in his heart, and suddenly, his mind flashed into his mind, flashing back to the time when he lived in seclusion in Tianlu Mountain, and Liang Jinlian fell into the mirror lake next to the Buddha Pier without paying attention to the two waters......

Golden lotus, Mingjing Lake, lotus pond, and lotus lotus, thousand-petal lotus...... Coincidence? Providence? At least intriguing......