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Tsangyang Gyatso's "I Ask the Buddha"

I asked the Buddha: Why not give all women the appearance of a shy flower?

Buddha said: It is just a short-lived appearance, used to blind the eyes of the world

There is no beauty that can compare with a pure and loving heart

I Give it to every woman

But some people let it be covered with dust

I asked the Buddha: Why are there so many regrets in the world?

Buddha said: This is a whirling world, whirling is regret

Without regrets, no matter how much happiness I give you, you will not experience happiness

I asked Buddha: How to make people’s hearts no longer feel lonely?

Buddha said: Every heart is born lonely and incomplete

Most people spend their lives with this kind of incompleteness

Only because and can make it perfect When you meet your other half

Either you missed it by negligence, or you have lost the qualification to own it

I asked Buddha: What should I do if I meet someone I can love, but I am afraid I can’t grasp it? manage?

Buddha said: How much love is left in the world to welcome the thousands of changes in the world

Do happy things with lovers

Don’t ask whether it is a calamity or fate

I asked Buddha: How can I be as wise as you?

The Buddha said: Buddha is the past, and people are the future. Buddha divides all things in the world into ten realms: Buddha, Bodhisattva,

Sravakas, Pratyekabuddhas, gods, asuras, and humans. , animals, hungry ghosts, hell;

Heavens, Asuras, humans, animals, hungry ghosts, hell. They are living beings in the six paths;

Living beings in the six paths must experience the reincarnation of cause and effect and experience pain from it. .

In the process of experiencing pain, only by understanding the true meaning of life can we gain eternal life.

Phoenix, Nirvana

The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, long-term resentment, not being able to ask for something, not being able to let go.

The Buddha said: Destiny is created by oneself, appearance is born from the heart, everything in the world is transformed into appearance, if the heart does not move, everything will not move, if the heart does not change, everything will not change.

Buddha said: Zen while sitting, Zen while walking, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Tathagata. When spring comes, flowers become green, and when autumn comes, leaves fall. Infinite prajna, the mind is at ease, and the movements of the body are natural in silence.

The Buddha said: All things are born because of fate. A chance encounter, looking back at dusk, are destined to live each other's lives, just for the moment when their eyes meet.

Dependent origination ceases, and conditioned origination is empty.

I was once as innocent as you

Buddhism says that there are three stages of a person’s enlightenment: “exploration, letting go, and freedom.”

Indeed, a person’s enlightenment You have to let go in order to feel free.

I asked Buddha: Why does it always snow when I am sad?

Buddha said: Winter is about to pass, keep some memories.

I asked Buddha: Why is it that every time it snows, it’s a night I don’t care about?

Buddha said: People always miss a lot of real beauty when they don’t care.

I asked Buddha: How many days will it still snow? No snow

Buddha said: Don’t just focus on this season and miss this winter. Agree 3 | Comments 2011-12-7 20:47 Enthusiastic netizens

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Bing Xin’s prose ——Miscellaneous Feelings in the Mountain

Author: Bing Xin Number of clicks: 410 Update date: 2006-10-30

She and I are the only ones on top of the melting water moon. Opposite the waterside in the shadow of the trees, I could faintly hear the sound of water and laughter. We talked quietly, perhaps waking up this sleeping world. ——Everyone is silent, under the moonlight there is only the deep blue water and the exquisite snow-white clothes. This is just a moment in an infinite life! However, in an infinite life, how can such a moment be easily obtained!

In the sunset, the cattle and sheep came down the mountain, and the little ants walked on the green rocks. The bright yellow leaves of the green trees also line the red wall. ——At this time of year, everything is shrouded in loneliness. Have you ever thought about the colorful things on the newsprint in Beijing?

Only in the deep valley in the morning can you talk to nature. The plan was made, the rocks nodded, and the grass and flowers laughed. O Creator! The future of our Xingchi, on the road station, please place it in the deep valley of a few mornings in the distance!

On the steep rock, among the entangled tree roots, I was the only one looking down at everything.

—In an infinite universe, how can humans and material mountains, water, distant villages, clouds and trees compare? However, human thoughts can transcend into space, but they are always only on the ground.

June 20, 1921, in Xishan.

The author of "Miscellaneous Feelings in the Mountains" uses her beautiful pen to describe the scenery in the mountains at different times, the sound of water and laughter on a moonlit night, the sunset at dusk, the deep valley in the morning, and the overlooking of the steep rocks. The colors are extremely distinct, including the moonlight, pool water, and white clothes in the night; the yellow leaves and red walls among the green trees; the grass and flowers beside the rocks; the distant villages and cloud trees at the foot of the mountain. Bing Xin focuses on depicting quiet scenes, but also the blend of movement and stillness, which further highlights the quiet beauty and softness of the scenery. This extremely clear, tranquil and beautiful scenery naturally triggers the author's emotions and expresses his pursuit of ideal life, his love for nature and his understanding of the meaning of life. "The rocks nod, the grass and flowers laugh", only 8 words, no bright colors, but it vividly paints a vibrant and colorful scene in the morning. This color can be said to be the embodiment of the author's aesthetic taste. She only touches it lightly, but it embellishes an elegant artistic world. Agree 0 | Comment 2011-12-14 20:54 Just for you | Level 1

Hurry

Author: Zhu Ziqing

The swallow is gone, there are When we come again; the willows will wither, but there will be a time when they will be green again; the peach blossoms will fade, but there will be a time when they will bloom again. But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? It's just that they escaped on their own: where are they now?

I don’t know how many days they gave me; but my hands are becoming increasingly empty. Counting silently, more than eight thousand days have slipped by my hands; just like drops of water on a needle's tip dripping into the ocean, my days have been dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I couldn't help but feel dizzy and burst into tears.

Even though what has gone has gone, and what has come is still coming; how hurried is it in between? When I got up in the morning, two or three slanting sun beams came into the hut. The sun has legs, and it moves on gently and quietly; I also spin along with it aimlessly. Thus - when I wash my hands, the days pass by the basin; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by before my gazeful eyes. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he will stride over my body and fly past my feet in his agile way. Went. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again.

What can I do in this world of thousands of households in the days when I am escaping like flying away? There is nothing but wandering, nothing but hurrying; in the more than eight thousand days of hurrying, what is left but wandering? The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by the early sun; what traces do I leave behind? Have I ever left traces like gossamers? I came to this world naked, will I go back naked in a blink of an eye? But I can't get over it, why do I have to go through this life in vain?

You smart man, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Agree 1 | Comment 2011-12-14 22:46 Four-leaf clover LOVE | Level 1

Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" is a famous piece of modern lyrical prose. The article uses the delicate description of "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" to euphemistically express his dissatisfaction with reality, longing for freedom, and his complex thoughts and feelings of wanting to transcend reality but not being able to, leaving us with the legacy of the upright intellectuals of old China wandering forward in suffering. footprints. The author uses accurate and appropriate language to describe the moonlight under the lotus pond, and feels the "light joy" that comes from being in the beautiful scenery on a good day.

"The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing over this leaf and flower. A thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; and like a cage Although it is a full moon, there is a layer of light clouds in the sky, so it cannot shine brightly; but I think this is just the right thing - a sound sleep is indispensable, and a nap also has a special flavor when the moonlight shines through the trees. The dense bushes at high places cast jagged and mottled black shadows; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seemed to be painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond was uneven; but the light and shadow had a harmonious melody, such as The famous song played on the violin is "Notre Dame de Paris". "Ball of Suif" is a bit random. Agree 2 | Comment 2011-12-15 19:08 Enthusiastic Netizen

We are looking at the characters written by famous writers in the past. Don’t they all use this writing method? We might as well look at the characters in Lu Xun's own novels. Mr. Lu Xun's "synthetic method" of describing characters is to "mix various people and combine them into one". Which of Lu Xun's Ah Q, Xianglin's Wife, Runtu, and Kong Yiji is not a composite? Is this also "quite wrong"? In fact, Lu Xun, like Luo Guanzhong, created characters through various expression techniques, making the characters he created familiar to everyone.

In fact, Lu Xun lived in an era of overthrowing the old society and establishing a new society. Overthrowing feudalism and establishing a new democratic politics was the need of the era. Some things in feudal society were naturally the target of their criticism. It cannot be said that they were all wrong. Or it’s completely correct. Times are different, and social responsibilities and consciousness are also different. The thinking of that era when everything was overthrown and subverted should not be completely inherited in today’s society. We need to sort out and develop traditional culture.

Could it be that Lu Xun also had a "literary contempt for Luo Guanzhong"? It cannot be said that Lu Xun had ulterior motives or impure motives. Perhaps he said or wrote this sentence unintentionally. This sentence itself is a perceptual blunt statement and has no ideological content at all. It just expresses Lu Xun's views on "Romance" "A perception of character description and nothing else. But just because it’s Lu Xun’s evaluation, don’t take it as truth.

Some people use this sentence to evaluate "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", slander Luo Guanzhong's writing style, and belittle the literary value of the Three Kingdoms; they use this sentence to evaluate Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang, thinking that Liu Bei is authentic, Zhuge is a real monster and completely misinterpreted the meaning of this sentence. This is really ridiculous.

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Agree 1| Comment 2011-12-15 21:41 All Suffering, Total Suffering, Arrogant Suffering|Level 2

Lin Qingxuan

Sitting in a coffee shop upstairs on Renai Road, looking at the Bodhi tree leaves on the road, saying goodbye to the branches one by one,

Falling down, sometimes a gust of wind comes, and the Bodhi tree leaves The leaves are flying and dancing all over the sky. There is a kind of comfortable beauty in the withering.

There are several bodhi trees that have fallen early and have grown new leaves. The young leaves of the bodhi tree are between goose yellow and pink. In the sunshine,

they are as beautiful as the moon in the water and as transparent as the moon. Liuli. In front of the crystal-clear floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw the adjustment and new leaves of the Bodhi tree.

It reminded me of a poem by Master Hanshan:

The light of the world is like the moon in water,

The body and mind are as bright as glass.

But when I see the ice disappearing at the bottom of the stream, I don’t know the flowers blooming in spring.

This withering and rebirth are originally the same world. The ice and snow at the bottom of the stream have melted, and the flowers blooming on the branches in the spring scenery are the same beauty.

It is the same world. Or, the snow in the stream is the rain and dew that have nourished the flowers; or, the brilliant flowers

have sucked the milk of ice and snow and become brilliant!

It is natural for all causes and conditions to cause the snow to melt, the ice to disappear, or the buds to bloom. Even if we try our best, we cannot prevent a flower from withering. Therefore, watch the flowers bloom when they bloom. , just enjoy the flowers falling when they wither! Even though we try our best,

we can't make any fallen leaves return to the branches. Therefore, we must treat the earth with respect and affection

This kind of silent Present it!

Lin Qingxuan

I went to the beach to take photos and sketch with two friends. One of the friends is a photographer and the other is a painter.

They were simultaneously moved by the beauty of the deserted villages, abandoned ships, and dead branches on the seaside. Instead, the white and long beach was neglected

I saw them take out their cameras and sketchbooks and sit down Working at the bow of the hulk, so affectionate and focused, I thought

that usually we feel good about living things. The life of the things in front of us has long been lost, so why still

Do you think it's beautiful? I’m afraid what we feel is time, impermanence, and the beauty of loneliness!

Then, I came to a conclusion: if a person is willing to always keep the heart of looking for beautiful feelings, then

In the changes of things, whether they are full of vitality or withered and silent, You can see beauty, and the beauty is not in things

but in the mind, feelings, and even eyes.

While he was thinking, the photographer exclaimed: "Ah! Butterflies! A group of white butterflies." As he shouted

he immediately jumped up and ran towards the coast.

Looking in the direction he was running, I saw seven or eight white shadows chasing each other on the beach. This also surprised me.

Where did the butterflies come from on the beach? There were no plants or flowers, and the wind was so wild. But those white butterflies flying up and down are indeed very beautiful. No wonder the photographer ran so fast. If you can take a photo of the white butterflies flying on the waves, , this trip will be in vain.

I saw the photographer standing next to the white butterflies and staring at them without raising the camera. He rushed forward and grabbed one of them.

Those pictures seemed to be from a silent film, silent , silhouette in slow motion.

Then, the photographer walked back in slow motion, with the white butterfly on the beach still flying behind him.

"Did you take the photo?" I asked him.

He opened his right hand dejectedly. It was the butterfly he had just caught. The three of us laughed at the same time. It turned out that what he caught was not a white butterfly, but a piece of white paper.

The pieces of paper were originally garbage on the beach, blown by the sea breeze.

From a distance, they looked like a group of white butterflies flying on the sea.

The truth is often so cruel.

I said to the photographer: "If you didn't run over and take a look, we would still think it was a white butterfly!"

Indeed, visually, the garbage paper is the same as the white butterfly! The white butterflies are exactly the same and indistinguishable. Our perception of beauty comes not so much from vision as from imagination. When we see "white butterflies flying on the sea" and

"Garbage paper flying on the sea", whether the picture or vision is the same, the difference is our imagination.

This reminds me that sensory perceptions are not real. We are often deceived by our senses.

In fact, in life, it is common to see pieces of paper as white butterflies!

Before getting married, my girlfriend was just a white butterfly. After getting married, I found out that she was just a piece of paper.

Good friends turned out to be white butterflies. It was only when they broke up and turned against each other that they realized they were pieces of paper.

Unfinished poems, love affairs with no ending, awakened dreams, manor where you can’t see clearly on the opposite mountain, and the end of fate

The stories of unfinished love are all in You don’t have to run quickly to see the white butterfly flying on the seaside of life. As long as

is expressed, has an ending, and no longer flows with thoughts, it will immediately stop and become a piece of paper.

I returned home and sat in the study looking at the direction of the North Sea. Think about it, just today in the afternoon, I was sitting on the coast of the North Sea blowing the sea breeze and saw White butterfly - oh no! White pieces of paper - flying in the wind,

Now, these things that seemed to have been real experiences have become phantoms in the wind. Or, it will fly in a certain dream,

Or, it will feel like a butterfly at a certain seaside, in a certain life.

Alas! A real white butterfly is sucking nectar from a pot of purple jasmine I planted! Do you believe it or not?

You believe it! Congratulations, you are a person with a sense of beauty. On the seaside of life, you will often see white butterflies flying in and out.

Don’t you believe it? Congratulations to you, you are a practical person. On the seaside of life, you will always walk quickly to find the truth about the pieces of paper and butterflies.

Agree 1 | Comment 2011-12-15 22:28 JACK19991119 | Level 1

"How the Steel Was Tempered" is a famous novel by the Soviet writer Ostrovsky. The main content of this book comes from the author's own legendary experience. The protagonist in the book is Paul Korchagin, a communist fighter with an iron will. The following passage is Paul's heroic speech while standing in front of the grave of his comrade-in-arms.

The most precious thing in life is life. Life belongs to us only once. A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of being inactive. In this way, when he is dying, he can say that my whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the liberation of all mankind. Agree 0 | Comment 2011-12-17 18:46 Enthusiastic Netizen

1 Knowing your own material is the most reliable way to understand the world "Essay Collection"

2 Survival is destruction, This is a question worth thinking about. "Hamlet" Agree 0 | Comments 2011-12-18 14:54 Enthusiastic Netizen

Zhu Ziqing is a famous modern writer in my country. He wrote many beautiful prose. The following passage is taken from his prose "Spring". The language of this prose is fresh, lively, and descriptive, and it is full of spring atmosphere. Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything looked like he had just woken up, and Xinxinran opened his eyes. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing. The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft. Agree 0 | Comment 2011-12-18 17:04 Enthusiastic Netizen

Burying feelings too deeply is sometimes a bad thing. If a woman hides her feelings for the man she loves, she may lose her chance of getting him. ----"Pride and Prejudice"

Knowing your own ignorance is the most reliable way to understand the world. ---- "Collection of Essays"

To survive or to be destroyed, this is a question worth thinking about. ----"Hamlet"

If God openly goes against people, it will be difficult for anyone to deal with.

---- "Homer's Epic"

Do you think I have no feelings because I am poor and plain-looking? I swear to you, if God gives me wealth and beauty, I will make it impossible for you to leave me. Like I can't leave you now. Although God did not do this, we are still spiritually equal. ----"Jane Eyre"

Adults have learned bad things, and God is testing them. You have not been tested yet, so you should live according to the ideas of children. ----"Childhood"

The less heartless you are, the faster you will rise. If you attack others mercilessly, they will be afraid of you. You can only treat men and women as stage horses, ride them until they are exhausted, and throw them down when they reach the station, so that you can reach the highest peak of desire. ---- "Old Man Goriot"

I just want to prove one thing, that is, the devil tempted me at that time, and later told me that I had no right to take that road because I was just a louse. , like all the rest. ---- "Crime and Punishment"

Look, friend Sancho Panza, there are more than thirty incredibly large giants there. ---- "Don Quixote"

I do not want you to suffer more than I have, Heathcliff. I only hope that we will never be separated: if I say anything that makes you sad in the future, think that I feel the same sadness underground. For my own sake, forgive me! ----"Wuthering Heights"< /p>

11． Happy families are alike, unhappy families are different in their own way. ---- "Anna Karenni"

12. : "How Steel Was Tempered" is a famous novel by Soviet writer Ostrovsky. The main content of this book comes from the author's own legendary experience. The protagonist in the book is Paul Korchagin, a communist fighter with an iron will. The following passage is Paul's heroic speech while standing in front of the grave of his comrade-in-arms. Agree 0| Comment 2011-12-18 21:26 Enthusiastic netizens

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"How the Steel Was Tempered" is a famous novel by the Soviet writer Ostrovsky. The main content of this book comes from the author's own legendary experience. The protagonist in the book is Paul Korchagin, a communist fighter with an iron will. The following passage is Paul's heroic speech while standing in front of the grave of his comrade-in-arms.

The most precious thing in life is life. Life belongs to us only once. A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of being inactive. In this way, when he is dying, he can say that my whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the liberation of all mankind.