Huineng was happy as a boy. He was taught by the knowledgeable private school teacher Li Xueru, and was accompanied by the talented and beautiful Lotus. Coupled with his genius, he surpassed his private school teacher at a young age and was ahead of his peers.
After dinner, as the sun sets, he often walks by the lotus pond with Lotus, talks about poetry, and composes impromptu poems.
"There is no need to close the door to sleep by the pond. The cool breeze fills the house every night." Although the lotus pond in front of Huineng's house is not very wide, there are pavilions and pavilions around it. When you open the door, the pond is full of lotus.
The wind comes freely, and the lotus flowers are fragrant. Sparse curtains, small pavilion, Qinglan. Mountain breeze, summer shade, bamboo gate, come to the poolside, see a pond of lotus, red makeup and green cover, connected with the sky and cloud brocade.
Come to the pavilion in the evening and watch the sunset, gulls and herons flying, and mandarin ducks playing in the water. Lotus leaves form the wall, lotus flowers form the wall, and the pond is filled with lotus colors and fragrance.
The storm is coming and the wind is filling the building. The strong wind blew, the lotus leaves rolled, the flower branches swayed, and they proudly stretched their muscles and bones with the wind.
It is a strong and upward momentum that cannot be shaken by wind or rain.
Old stems and new buds are like Lao Lao's elegant brushstrokes. When the brush moves like a dragon and a snake, it is full of fun and profound meaning.
The wind loads are constantly moving with roughness, unrestrained fieryness, and vigorous strength.
The heavy rain came, hitting the huge lotus leaves with a loud sound like thunder. A layer of light smoke filled the pond, rising like clouds, and a blur of dreams.
The lotuses in the pond are as black as paint, and as light as smoke. The ink and ink blend in the leaves, and the shades are broken. They are simple and sparse, mellow and elegant, and naturally forgetful of form.
The lotus in the rain is the real freehand painting. In an instant, it is filled with smoke and clouds, and the atmosphere is majestic!
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng thought that the happiest thing in his life would be to hold hands with his beloved lotus and listen to the rain and watch the lotus in the pond pavilion. That kind of pleasure and romance, elegance and unrestrainedness, is like reading half a volume of poetry and being drunk and blinded.
Summer rain comes and goes quickly. After a burst of rain and wind, the sun shines brightly again.
I thought that the pond would be full of residual lotus, but it was just the opposite. The lotuses looked even more beautiful after the rain, as if the heavy wind and rain just now had never happened.
It turned out that the lotus leaf was rolled up, and the huge umbrella-like lotus leaf covered the wind and rain. The lotus hid in the embrace of the lotus leaf, and it turned out to be safe and sound! The love of the lotus leaf for the lotus is also quite deep!
Lotuses bathe in the sunshine, sway gracefully and gracefully, and look more graceful and graceful after the rain.
Among the sparse shadows of lotus leaves, thousands of white, tender and flawless flowers soared into the sky. Bees are flying, butterflies are dancing, birds are falling, and it is full of vitality. Many flowers are also nurturing smart and fresh life, waiting to bloom.
The lotuses after the summer rain are like "after the first banquet in Yaochi, the drunken faces of thousands of concubines are washed away," they are even more otherworldly, full of vitality and flourishing.
The raindrops rolled back and forth on the lotus leaves, crystal clear and lovable. The big raindrops were as big as a small bowl. The breeze blew, and from time to time there was the sound of raindrops sliding down the lotus leaves. There are also sounds of frog drums, birds chirping, and insects chirping, all following the breeze, like sounds of nature.
When autumn comes and winter comes, there will be drizzle and mist. Several dead lotus plants had their waists folded down, and half of their burnt yellow leaves were immersed in the pond. The image of residual lotuses, like poignant sentences, stands in the middle of the water.
In the past, "little lotuses were just showing their sharp corners" and "standing on their backs crying red rain", but now "the lotus leaves are left to listen to the sound of rain". The decadence was so complete and a mess.
The beautiful figure that used to be graceful and graceful, emerging from the mud without being stained, is now trapped in the mire of a filthy pond, colluding with the filth.
There are also those who refuse to surrender even to death, showing off their proud pride as Aoshuang Aoxue.
The residual lotus at this time is like a stroke of old ink, written in the scroll of time, and the book has become old.
Listening to the rain with the residual lotus, it is still like the dream of Xiang Xiang Lian, the sword of a strong man. How many love affairs are there, how many long-lasting hatreds have no end, how many orchid boats will come again next year to carry wine, how many rivers and lakes, and heroic ambitions are all in this drizzling, cold and clear rain, reliving that touch of coolness and wisps of softness , a pure land.
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The Sixth Patriarch Huineng, who returned to his hometown in his later years, looked at a pond of lotuses and sighed happily: "The lotus turned into mud, not because of decadence, but because of deeper love. Next year, the lake will be full of lotuses again, and the lotuses will be noisy. At that time, the scenery was still the same but the people were no longer..."
A quiet song, a pool of rootless water, the eternal love, indifferent to the long and long emotions that lasted forever, drifted away once, forgetting the way back, promoting Buddhism to wash away the impetuousness of the ages, and educate all living beings... Suddenly looking back, I shed tears all the way.
First time dreaming——
The whirling world, the Asura hell, the wheel of time turning, Youhuang's book of life and death, His Majesty Yama's lotus pond, the fine water under the Naihe bridge, Meng Po on the bridge, the travelers coming and going, the moaning in the Yuxi, once familiar The fluttering figure, the pale cheeks, the soft whispers, the unforgettable innocence, the last lonely figure when you leave...
Time and space are changing, ruins are broken, and the nightmares of rising and falling in the middle of the day echo the words of the empty valley, waking up the dreamer, leaving behind the horror of an autumn, which will never be forgotten, but unaware of the changes of spring and autumn, the changes of the sun and the moon, the hazy The hesitation in the fog has long since dispersed.
It is difficult to look back on the dream of Silian Lotus, and it is difficult for people to recall a dream and a sad autumn. Horrifying fear.
Dreaming again——
A ridge of jade lotuses stands tall and graceful, on the lush lotus pond, the pavilion pond water, the long skirt is blowing in the wind, the long hair is fragrant, sprinkle a handful of beauty tears, watch a touch of cinnabar mole, smooth the tear stains of the beautiful Luo Shang, frivolous and white and translucent The fragrant tea, letting the silky hair hit the cheeks, slowly caressing the frost on the pretty face, bringing a trace of trembling, leaving a wave of ripples, intoxicated in that gentle land, unable to sleep at night. Just because I was nostalgic there, nostalgic for the return of the swallow, all I got in exchange was lingering in sweet dreams many times. I can't forget that tonight, and I can only sing a song.
The beauty sheds tears, and the memory breaks the heart. Even if you write a poem, it will never be forgotten...
Three dream memories——
Deep in the lotus pond, the lotus is in full bloom. Pick a lotus petal and feel full of emptiness. There is a small building in the lotus forest. The flowing water makes you scoop a ladle of clear water. It makes people greedy for the fragrance, the quiet lotus pond, the lotus on the pond, brewing a pot of lotus wine, chatting with the red lotus, smelling the fragrance of the lotus in the pond, refreshing, looking at the dense shade of lotus leaves, accompanied by the winding water, watching the birds singing and the fragrance of the flowers, it is a joy to wait. When the red lotus comes, warm a pot of lotus wine, take a cup and drink it carefully, and talk to each other, wouldn't it be a pleasure?
In this life, I don’t seek fame after my death, I only seek to be with my sister in my dreams, I only seek to have wine today, and get drunk today, so that I can get drunk and be alone. It’s so happy, so happy. What’s more, some people even sing songs and are full of pride, making people sigh in their dreams. How can such lofty sentiments and ambitions be compared in reality? It is better to drink a cup of wine and die of old age today...
Now I am dreaming back——
Alone at home, haunted by dreams, looking forward to dreamland, a set of tea sets, boiling a pot of water, listening to the sound of the water boiling, playing a melodious guzheng song, burning a piece of sandalwood, surrounded by fragrant mist, letting go of thousands of thoughts , sit quietly alone, brew a pot of tea, watch the broken tea leaves floating in the clear water, washing the walls of the cup, and even washing it in the depths of the soul, floating around, watching the clear water turning yellow, forgetting memories, forgetting worries, everywhere Everything is quiet, without the interruption of the world, slowly enjoy your own world.
Everything in the dream was still so peaceful, Xiao Tian sat there, everything seemed so quiet, only the lotus pond in the dream was left.
There is fragrance in the dream, the lotus blooms, the fragrance spreads thousands of miles away, but it is always difficult to wake up. Be still, be still, be still.
Lotus dream, it is difficult to wake up from the dream, forgetting the world in the dream, leaving a period of dawn...
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"Daydreaming, dreams finally break. Beside the lotus pond, dreaming of lotus flowers..." The master has been standing by the lotus pond for most of the day. He wanted to go up and wake him up, but was stopped by An Daocheng.
When An Daocheng woke up last night, it was already three o'clock in the morning. When he got up, he didn't see the Sixth Patriarch Huineng. At first, he thought he had gone to the abbot, so he wanted to sleep again. At this time, Shenhui opened the door and came in. When he asked, he realized that the master was missing.
After An Daocheng listened carefully to Shenhui's search for his missing master in the dining hall, hall and other places, he counted on his fingers, smiled slightly, looked at Shenhui and said, "Please follow me, I know where your master is."
So, Shenhui followed An Daocheng to the former residence of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng in Xialu Village.
An Daocheng stepped forward and took Shenhui's hand, looked at the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, and said meaningfully: "Master, wait a minute. It's rare for Brother Aneng to return to his hometown and revisit the lotus pond. It will stir up old things, so let him think about it. You Why go and spoil the fun!"
"Well, Anshan people are still thoughtful." During the days when Shenhui returned to Longshan Guoen Temple with Master, he also heard some private comments from some local people: When the Sixth Patriarch Huineng was a teenager, he had a classmate with Li Xiaolan, a girl from a neighboring village. Read, form a deep friendship, and enter into an alliance...
Feeling this, Shenhui couldn't help but be infected by Master's great love. He murmured to himself in the dreamlike and illusory scene of the lotus pond, feeling:
Han Pingting wears pink and black makeup,
Shy, charming and cheerful.
The rain is moist and the beads are full of green umbrellas,
The fragrance of beautiful women floats in the wind.
The lotus blooms and the peduncle is beautiful,
The lotus root has long lasting affection.
The jade pistils are in full bloom and their beauty is spreading,
Beautiful and graceful.
Because the Sixth Patriarch Huineng was too immersed in the long memory of the lotus, he was not even aware of the arrival of Shenhui and An Daocheng.
I could see him murmuring again: Sister Alan, you are a noble red lotus, and that red lotus is the burning life! You are slim and graceful, pink and white, with a plain face facing the sky. Pure on the outside, clean on the inside, neither evil nor charming, elegant and free from the dust. Red Lotus, proud, unapproachable, pure, elegant, blooming in the world of mortals with a noble attitude... Red Lotus, do you know? Your Brother Aneng is suffering in his heart? Do you understand what Brother Aneng is thinking? In this life, you are a lotus, a lotus leaf, with a heart of water, soft bones, and pure ice. I only want to protect you with my burning life, and use the deepest and most passionate 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 an indissoluble bond. The lotus comes out of the mud. Perhaps, only by getting rid of the dirt, getting rid of worries, and letting go at the right time can you achieve the beautiful state of lotus.
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng was sitting on the moss-covered stone bench in the lotus pond pavilion. There was no wind at this moment, and there was a lotus pond, as if he had entered a Zen state. Occasionally, the pink petals of the lotus can be seen, gently falling into the water. The lotus shadow in the water also floated gently from the bottom to the surface. At the moment of falling into the water, with a passionate kiss, the flower and the shadow overlapped together.
In this situation, he seemed to understand that "the flowers in the pond fall against the shadows, and the sand birds fly with their voices." He thinks that the lotus is the most beautiful at the moment of falling. The pink and white petals fall by themselves without wind, and have boundless beauty. Zen.
In the pool, there are layers of huge leaves on the top, and in the middle are withered remnants of lotuses. New yellow half-rolled leaves are constantly growing out, slowly stretching to the heights, and lotus leaves are constantly breaking off their branches and falling into the water. , but this process is very slow, so slow that it is almost impossible to detect.
Lotuses are constantly emerging from the water, and lotuses 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 youth. Although, as far as the eye can see, the bustling pool is still there, it is no longer what it was yesterday.
"The lotus in the world only has dozens of petals, the lotus in the sky has hundreds of petals, and the lotus in the Pure Land has more than a thousand petals. It is said that there are parallel lotuses and thousand-petal lotuses in the world. I have never seen these. If I have the chance, I will definitely Go and have a good look." An Daocheng looked at a lotus pond from a distance and said to Shenhui with infinite yearning.
Shen Hui said with a little regret, "Yes! I've grown so old, and I haven't had the opportunity to see him."
A pool is green and the leaves are connected. Lotuses and arrows stand among them. His vitality is as if he has absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng once swam in a lotus pond when he was a child. He knew that the lotus stems were covered with many small thorns, which would hurt the skin if not careful. When I see farmers digging lotus roots in the mud, I know how hard life is.
In this world, who can live easily? Many people work hard all their lives, are burdened by things, and cannot find relief, let alone spiritual transcendence and soul elevation. 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 transcending oneself in the mud of reality and letting the mind bloom into a quiet lotus.
In fact, An Daocheng is also a lotus lover, and he especially likes morning lotus, and he often has good poems.
Fairy Lingbo descended to the mortal world,
Drinking jade dew in the morning brings tears.
Bathed in the radiance of the clouds,
The pink cheeks are delicate and beautiful.
A startling glance brings about nostalgia,
In this life, I turn into a lotus and bloom it for you.
We miss each other from afar in the world of purple.
There is no destiny in the past life and this life.
The morning sun was shining brightly, and the lotus pond was also exceptionally bright. The lotus pond in May is especially quiet. As usual, I walked along the gravel path with the scent of weeping willows, and peered into the lotus pond through the gaps in the willow silk. The large area is just green, no longer thousands of flowers, no longer extremely luxurious, only one can be found occasionally.
The lotus flowers are getting rarer and rarer, but each one blooms extraordinarily huge, holding petals nearly thirty centimeters in diameter, which feels particularly stunning.
Suddenly I saw it and felt a holy feeling. The lotus is noble and straight, like a ball of snow, like rouge, with a thin application of pink and white, like a hibiscus emerging from clear water, naturally free from carvings. White with pink, pink with red. Lingbo steps slightly, shy and tender.
An Daocheng unconsciously remembered that when he went to Suzhou and Hangzhou to purchase goods, he saw a woman from the south of the Yangtze River wading across the river to pick hibiscus. One boat, one boat, one person, one bamboo hat, carrying wine and playing the harp. The faint fragrance penetrates the heart, and the lotus flowers on the river are in full bloom. On the shore, there are orchid pavilions, small bridges, winding paths, and jade railings. Some songs are far away, some music is faint, some are slightly drunk, and some are as beautiful as hibiscus. Rock the boat deep into the lotus, recite poems and compose lyrics, and forget about the world.
The lake is very big, just like the West Lake in Hangzhou. "The lotus leaves covering the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red."
The best is Dongting. "The lotuses on the pond are covered with purple smoke, and Wu Ji's wine shop is close to people and boats. Fish and crabs are wrapped in lotus leaves, and you will die in the rivers and lakes without complaining."
The best is the grasshopper boat on the Mengdong River, which "stumbles into the depths of the lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons."
It is best to layer upon layer upon layer upon layer upon layer upon layer, "I feel someone is coming when I hear the song", the Qiang pipe clears the sky, the Ling song fills the night, and the old lady fishes for the lotus.
Peasant women and girls carried baskets made of bamboo strips and went to the lake to collect lotus pods. White lotus seeds, green and black shells, exude a faint fragrance. The lotus pods stretch out from the lotus leaves, tilting their heads towards one side, full and substantial.
Tens of thousands of acres of lotus blossoms, the fragrant wind spreads ten miles away. The wine flags are outside the wind, and the boats are painted on the horizon. A lake is swaying in the mist, and I look drunk at the people on both sides of the strait. It is said that there are ten thousand acres of lotus ponds in many places in the south of the Yangtze River. An Daocheng loved to roam and indulge in the mountains and rivers. He visited thousands of acres of lotus ponds in the south and admired the blooming of thousands of lotuses. It was so spectacular.
Between the thousands of layers of lotus leaves, looking back is amazing. The one that blooms the most makes the eyes brighten and the heart also becomes bright. For these huge lotus flowers, the word "desperate" is the most suitable word. It seems that passionate love is burning with life, just like the Sixth Patriarch Huineng Ailian in front of him. It’s so thrilling!
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At this point, An Daocheng seems to understand the sixth ancestor Huineng's "love lotus" passionate love...
An Daocheng seemed to be saying to Honglian: You are the lotus in front of the Buddha, not for salvation or incense, just to meet him in the world of mortals. When you were young and ignorant, you ended your life. You are lonely and independent from everyone. When he approaches, your heart suddenly beats and you suddenly call his name softly. Get closer, get closer! Your face will turn crimson, and your shyness will turn into the most beautiful one. The figure sways. I'm just afraid that he can't see you, just afraid that he will miss you in this most beautiful season... You said that you are the mark of his past life, and he is the answer to your current life. In this life, you only wish to bloom a beautiful lotus for him. Hide the pain deep in your heart, and the silent pain, burning love, fiery emotion, and thrilling lovesickness are all concealed in a calm smile and a calm demeanor...
An Daocheng came to the pond and thought about it, but he couldn't stop it. Maybe sincerity comes, and the sky will follow people's wishes. Suddenly, a large piece of thick fog comes, and the lotus pond is in a gloomy place, filled with 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 - amidst the lightning and thunder, a golden lotus suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, with thousands of petals slowly blooming.
"This scene..." The Sixth Patriarch Huineng muttered in his heart. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he flashed back to the scene where Liang Jinlian, who lived in seclusion in Tianlu Mountain, accidentally fell next to the Buddha's pier at the place where two waters sandwiched gold. In the Mingjing Lake, he jumped up and happened to jump to the stunning "Sixth Patriarch Sitting on the Lotus" scene on her body emerging from the lake...
The Golden Lotus, Mirror Lake, Lotus Pond, Bingdilian, Thousand-petaled Lotus... coincidentally coincide with God's will? At least it is thought-provoking...
