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I am the violet in front of the Buddha. Author: butterflies on rainy nights

I am a violet in front of the Buddha, bathed in quiet Sanskrit singing, quietly blooming on the river of ecstasy. An almost calm river.

The water is crystal clear. Buddha said that forgetting Sichuan reflects the joys and sorrows of the world. So, I often watch it.

Some men and women are laughing, crying, happy and sad. I don't understand why they always laugh.

Less, more crying, less happy and more sad. I asked Buddha, and Buddha lovingly said to me: Life is.

The world is a kind of cultivation, and only after he sees through the world of mortals can he fully understand it. I still don't understand. Buddha said I don't need it.

I see. More often, I am quietly blooming, listening to the wind, watching the rain and getting drunk on the moon.

I still remember that morning, I saw something I had never seen before. A faint, blue, gentle thing

Things gently enveloped the whole river of forgetfulness and held me lovingly, just as the Buddha looked at me. I only remember the Buddha whispering.

Say, doomed love, doomed love. I don't understand these two words. I asked Buddha what it was, and Buddha said it was fog. I asked Buddha zu,

What is doomed love? The Buddha looked at me lovingly, just like a fog holding me, saying that I would understand one day.

I am a violet in front of the Buddha, quietly watching the world, day after day, watching so many people again and again.

Samsara, repeating the story of past lives. I don't understand why they don't want to when the opportunity is in front of them.

Give up the world of mortals. I asked the Buddha, who lovingly scooped up the water around him and said that you were driving beautifully.

I quietly bloom on the forgotten river, year after year, watching the gathering and scattering of the world, I don't know too much.

Teenagers, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years. Finally, one day, I said to the Buddha, I want to go to earth. The Buddha remains unchanged.

Look at me affectionately and ask me if I really decided to leave him and go to earth. I don't know, I just-

Is to look at the Buddha. Buddha said that tenderness, doomed love is doomed to escape. The Buddha said, don't let me drink the water I forgot about Sichuan, let me drink it.

Leave your memory here. Buddha said he would take me back. Buddha said that when I really get someone's love,

Take me back. Buddha said, don't let me be defiled and hurt by this world. I was just about to ask the Buddha what love is. Buddha put me

Hold it in your hand and send me into the world of mortals.

I became a person, a woman. Mother told me that in the summer when I was born, the lotus pond in the big pond in front of the village burst.

However, there are many lotus buds. On the morning of my birth, when the lotus was in full bloom, my father named me Han.

Diamond Niang also said that on the third day after I was born, a monk came to see me and said that I had wisdom roots, ... Niang.

I wanted to say something, but my father's eyes stopped me. I didn't ask, I just listened quietly. I know, I come from before the Buddha.

A violet. I didn't tell my parents.

I prefer lavender. When I forget the river, I can always remember that I am lavender. I often remember.

That Brahma sings, the breeze, the static bamboo and the bright moon. In the afternoon, I often go to the big pond in front of the village to see the pond.

Lotus.

I still remember that it was a summer afternoon and I was sitting under that willow tree. My mother said that willow tree is 500 years old.

I know it is 800 years old, and it also knows that I am a violet before the Buddha. Every time I go, it will follow me.

As I said this, I looked at the lotus in the pool, as quiet as when it was slightly blooming. I still remember a slight

The wind, blowing my skirt fluttering, when I brushed away the hair that blocked my eyes, I looked back and saw him, wearing one.

The attack on blue is as weak as the fog hundreds of years ago. When he saw me, the book in his hand fell to the ground. I

I forgot to look back and kept looking at him. I didn't put my heart down until the willow gently brushed my arm with branches.

Remember, mom said that women can't do this. I left in a hurry with a skirt in my hand. I was fourteen years old.

Later, when I went to see the Lotus again, I often met him. Slowly, I know his name is Qing. He's always

Holding a book, and then when I look at the lotus, he reads a book. I know he's watching me, too. Willow told me. Slowly

Yes, we started talking. He taught me a lot. The first antique song he taught me was: A white dew is white.

Frost, the so-called Iraqi, is on the water side ... What he often reads is that the pigeons that are shut off are on the river continent, and my fair lady is a gentleman.

It's good. ..... and then sing again and again, oh, welcome, sleep, sleep, toss and turn. I don't

Know what that means. I just felt like I was hugged by the fog that morning. Then one day, he

Someone looked at me nervously and held out his hand and said to me: life and death are rich, and children are happy; Hold your hand and stay with your son.

Old. I don't quite understand. I just think that when that sentence comes out, it's like Buddha talking to me at ordinary times. so I ... ...

I see, this man was chosen by the Buddha for me. So, I gently put my hand on his. That year, I was sixteen.

Twenty-two, twenty-two.

Qing said, start a career first, then get married. Mom and dad are very satisfied with him and agree with him. The two families did it for us.

Engagement wine. I don't quite understand why everyone is so happy, which is quite different from usual happiness.

My mother began to teach me something, saying that this is a woman's job. I see fewer days of lotus flowers. Willow told me, no.

After I left, the lotus pond became very lonely. Loneliness, what is this? I don't quite understand. My life hasn't happened much.

Change.

At eighteen, I married Qing.

Qing is very kind to me. He always comes back to accompany me as soon as possible. He often goes back to my mother's house with me and plays chess with my father. My mother loves me.

Don't ask me to come out of the cupboard. I just watched dad and Qing play chess. Qing always asks her father, and Qing also taught me to play chess. I can see that Qing is very clever.

Let dad. There are many things about youth, and I always write under the lamp. I can only bring him a cup of tea and grind it for him.

Ink. At this time, the Youth Federation will put down the pen in his hand, hold me in his arms, rest his head on my shoulder and hug me in his arms.

Ear gently calling water lotus, water lotus. Manager Qing likes to call me Shuilian, saying that it is his Shuilian. He said I was a little weak.

Lotus fragrance. As we all know, I am the violet before the Buddha.

In those days, I never thought about my life before the Buddha.

My life used to be quiet, but gradually, some people in the village began to talk about me. Liu Shu told me.

Yes The reason is that I failed to give birth to a child for Qing. I think it's strange. I was originally a violet. Why should I have it?

Children? Qing said nothing, but I also saw his sigh. Mom asked me, too I don't know anything. I

I feel that my heart is no longer calm. I began to recall the days when I forgot the river. I remember the Buddha told me that as long as

I really got someone's love and he came to pick me up. But when was that? I asked Liu Shu if he had seen it.

After the Buddha, Liu Shu said nothing. I realized that the willow tree didn't have much time. Originally I wanted to ask Liu Shu, what is love?

Yes So I didn't ask.

That day, my mother took me home without saying anything. Qing hasn't come back yet. I think it's a little strange. Dad just ... ...

Sigh at me and call my name occasionally, Han Han. I heard the joy of getting married in the village, just like at the beginning.

I married Qing Shi. I felt strange, but I didn't ask anything. I told my mother that I wanted to see the lotus, and she wanted to stop it.

I did, but my father stopped her, just reminding me to come back for dinner. I want to know why I'm not allowed to go home, me and

Green's home, but I still didn't say anything, just nodded.

It's not summer now, there is nothing in the lotus pond, and the willows are aging a lot, which was only after I came to the earth.

What I learned. The color of the sun is very strange, red, willow said, red is very sad, what is sadness, I don't know.

I remember very clearly that in that piece of red, the blue one, which I stamped for him, became very different.

Safe. He flew to my side and hugged me tightly. I am surprised that Qing is gentle, but it hurts to hug me. he

Call me again and again, water lotus, water lotus, my water lotus. I'm still in his arms, only feeling myself.

The heartbeat is strange. From Qing's vague babbling, I know that his parents have never been able to give birth to Qing because of me.

A child, so I want to marry Qing. If Qing doesn't want to, his parents will divorce me without a concubine. Today is concubinage.

God, but he got away. He said, his wife, only me. I listened quietly. I have a strange feeling that I

There are not many days with Qing. As I know, willow's time is running out.

Later, Qing didn't bring a concubine, and her parents didn't say anything. I don't know exactly what they said.

Yao. I don't like going out more and more I occasionally go for a walk in the lotus pond, only to see that the willows are getting weaker and weaker, and there is nothing I can do.

It ... I remember the Buddha saying that everything has a fixed number and cannot be forced. Qing's work is getting more and more, and he often buries it.

The head was handled late. I also poured him tea and touched up his ink, and he often held me in his arms and breathed my smell.

Tao. It's just that we don't write lyrics for poems anymore. I began to recall the days when I forgot the river under the lamp.

Later, Qing sometimes didn't go home. He began to languish. Withered, said the willow. Mom said, I am thin.

A lot. I smiled faintly at my mother and said nothing. In fact, I learned from other people's gossip that I gave it last time.

Green's concubine, in Green's parents' house, entered Green's house although Green was not present. I know, too, Qing

Sometimes he stays at his parents' house when he doesn't come back. I started waiting for the Buddha to pick me up, but why hasn't the Buddha come yet?

Ah.

That day, I remember it was summer, because I saw the lotus coming back. Because I don't know if Qing will come back, so

So I didn't cook. The door suddenly rang, and I thought it was Qing who came back, so I went out to meet him. Who knows, it's a woman.

Son, very beautiful, wearing a pink shirt. Her eyes are red, too. When she sees me, there is something else in her eyes.

Water, she kept saying, is you, is you, is you living in the heart of youth, has always been you, although I didn't.

I have seen you, but only you can live in the heart of youth. Because of you, I can only be his concubine, because of you, I marry.

Give him three years, and he won't touch me, because of you, because of you. Why don't you give him a baby? this

Sample, will also break my thinking, I also can't have fantasy. I don't understand. I just watched the water keep flowing.

I know, it's called tears. She grabbed her hair and said repeatedly, but I love him,

I love him. I would rather be his concubine. I can stand him not touching me, but he doesn't even look at me.

Do not look at me. I tried to untie the hair from her hand, and she immediately grabbed my hand.

Arm, do you love Qing? If you love him, why not give him a baby? Did you know that he called you?

Name? Shuilian, I'm scared.

At this time, Qing came back, hurried, pulled her away and held me in her arms. Say to her,

You go ahead. She cried, but she left. Green carried me into the room, looked at me seriously and explained incoherently.

Look at that. I know he did it for me, and he won't accept a nominal concubine without me. Tajiao

Looked at me anxiously and repeatedly said, Shuilian, my wife is only you, Shuilian, Shuilian. I gently stroked his head,

Let him calm down slowly. The blue one, the one I made, I smiled at him slowly. Qing said to me again.

Put out your hand and said, "Life and death are generous, and you are at peace with your son. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. " . I slowly extended my hand to him.

Hand, at this time, I suddenly heard a long-lost Sanskrit song. I knew that the Buddha had come to pick me up. I watched.

His body gradually became transparent, and his green expression suddenly became startled. No, it's sad He held out his hand and thought

Come and hug me, but he can't come near me. I finally said a word to him: I am a violet in front of the Buddha.

That year, I was twenty-four and thirty.

I am a violet in front of the Buddha, and I have returned to Forgotten River, accompanied by a quiet Sanskrit singing. I am familiar with watching and forgetting my troubles.

The river is clear, the wind is clear, the bamboo is slender, the moon is bright, and it stretches gently. The Buddha gently touched everything around me.

Water, said sadly, I brought you back. I saw a bead in the Buddha's hand, and one was missing.

The initial ease has passed. I began to get used to staring at the river of forgetfulness again and looking at the right and wrong of this world. I saw it.

Green. One day in the sky, one year on earth, how long have I been back? Green and haggard, yes, willow taught me this word, haggard.

Exhausted. Still wearing a blue shirt, standing by the lotus pond in front of the village, staring at the lotus in the pond. I suddenly can't say it in my heart.

The feeling of coming, my petals, fell a petal, floating on the forgotten river.

As the days passed, I grew up a little, but the woman in red in my memory was no longer with him.

Besides. He goes to the lotus pond every day all year round. I looked at him silently through the river of forgetfulness. The Buddha never said anything about me,

Look at me affectionately. I only heard the Buddha say once that it took me ten years to use a bead, but the doomed love remained.

As I grow older, I feel my heart is full, and I suddenly think, if I am still

If you are human, you will definitely shed a kind of water called tears.

On that day, I remember very clearly that the faint, blue and gentle fog gently enveloped the whole river of unforgettable love.

Give me a pity hug, like a green one. I remember it very clearly. In the fog, there is a green voice calling softly.

Me, Shuilian, my Shuilian. I smiled and felt ashamed to bloom, revealing all my fragrance, I know.

Tao, I finally understand. Buddha said, 500 years in the same boat, sharing a pillow for thousands of years. We are on a forgotten river.

This is karma, but we don't have enough time to repair it. Love my Buddha and make up for our lack of time with a Buddha bead.

Between. I am blooming brilliantly, leisurely in blue mist, and my love is in blue mist.

After blue mist dispersed, Forget Sichuan was as quiet and clear as ever, and the river was full of beautiful violet petals and fragrance.

Before the whole Buddha, only a lotus leaf was left, trembling slightly. Idiot, idiot, Buddha sighed lovingly and put his hand.

Reach out to the lotus. A drop of lotus seed, like a tear, fell into the palm of a bergamot, exquisitely carved, crystal clear and condensed into a Buddha.