Seda story

"Life is just like seeing it for the first time". The first time I met him, I saw a group of photos a long time ago. Snow-scattered hills were covered with many small red houses. The photographer was surprised to see the holy land after a hard journey, and his shock deeply infected me through the lens. I just know that there is a place called Seda, which is a pure land far away from the world and a country full of faith. I thought that Seda was just a chance encounter with me, just a distant dream.

maybe it's because of that sentence: if you said you would come to Seda, then you must come.

Maybe it is: the land of Buddhism, no nonsense.

maybe: to find an answer.

so, here I am. The red house of deja vu is exactly the same as the one in the photo. The little red houses where Lama and Juem live are dense, layered and neat, and filled with valleys, hillsides and mountain ridges that stretch for several kilometers. A single tree does not make a forest, and a hundred flowers make spring. A simple red house is a legend. The altitude of 4 meters has made it difficult for me to breathe, and I am suffocating in this red ocean.

It is a miracle that such a sparsely populated snowy plateau, with harsh environment and difficult conditions, inspired tens of thousands of people to come in droves and join teachers to learn the law. Among the lamas debating the scriptures, they come from all corners of the country, all kinds, different classes, different ages and different reasons. The only thing that is the same is that there is a Buddhist heart.

there is no room in larong hotel, so we have to book a basement with 9 men and women living together. A Qinghai boy and his mother have checked in. He lit Tibetan incense and was soaking his feet, just like the host talking to us enthusiastically. He came in August and lived in a friend's red house. This time he brought his parents. He told us where to eat clean and where to wash and dress in unclear Mandarin. His simple smile brought light to this dark room and dispelled my fear of living with strangers. It's just that the conditions are so bad that everyone is hesitating.

On the road, I met Xiao Juemu, who picked grass and fed rabbits. She was 18 years old and innocent. Two small pear nests were as lovely as the girls next door. When she heard that we were asking about accommodation, she contacted her master and told us not to worry. There must be a way. Then warmly invited us to their house to drink a cup of hot sugar water to solve the high rebellion. Compared with his enthusiasm and sincerity, I am ashamed, and I am even more ashamed of Seda's initial heart. Fortunately, everyone stopped asking about the room.

the mistress lives on the second floor, and the room in the kitchen aisle is ***2 square meters. The room is filled with statues of grandmaster and master, several scriptures, a small table, a blanket, a foam cutting board and lying on the floor. The master is in his forties, thin and wearing a pair of glasses, drinking warm and light sugar, and listening to her story: a native of Guangxi, who once worked in China aluminum industry, had a good family. He brought his son here for a trip a few years ago, and his son insisted on staying and becoming a monk. After she returned, she decided to become a monk with her son, and her husband became a monk with her two years later. The family doesn't live together here. Q: How about meeting your son? Answer still call mom; Q: How about meeting my husband? Meditate for a moment and answer: I have put it down.

at night, I came out of the mistress's house, feeling heavy and empty. Such a state of mind is beyond our comprehension. I believe that as a woman, she may not completely let go, and I also believe that as a monk, she has indeed let go.

everything is fate, and everything comes from fate.

Seda, you are a mystery.

When I met my hometown in Huaihua, it happened that he had booked more rooms. In the comprehensive building for women, there were 6 people in 4 yuan. The conditions were much better than the basement, so we decided to stay. This is the guest house of the Buddhist College, and it takes no time to go through the formalities. After sending the previous customer comfortably, you can go to the next one (during which you ask for tea and send medicine). This is the rhythm of Seda. I didn't sleep all night last night, but it's still the same today. After going through the formalities, my clothes and I fell down. In my confusion, I heard the voices of the female guests: 2 months ... Buddha beads ... Master ... < P > Tianma is bright, and my friends are still sleeping, so I decided to go up the mountain alone to watch the sunrise. A person's morning is not meaningful. There were few pedestrians on the road, and an old woman urinated on the side of the road. I didn't know that she was watching the scenery. I've heard about the function of robes, but today I really like it. People here don't have the concept of landmarks. When they asked the restaurant yesterday, one pointed east and the other pointed west, and they turned dizzy. I asked for directions today and ended up in a dead end. It is difficult to walk on the plateau mountain road, so I have to rest every few steps. Fortunately, I had a good rest last night.

There is a scenic spot halfway up the slope. If you climb to the top of the mountain, you will not move forward. Sightseeing people came and went, and several photographers waited and saw with tripods. I sat on a stone and waited quietly, drinking last night's herbal tea, waiting for a ray of warm sun to warm my desolate heart. I'm not sure how long it will take, and I don't know how the Buddha's light will come, but I'm sure it will come in the boundless wilderness of time ...

"Come, come", and the people next to it are exclaiming. The dense stratus seems to have been stabbed by an arrow, and a white light gradually permeates the wound, like a pupa that breaks into a butterfly, and suddenly breaks through the stratus, pouring down like a waterfall and sprinkling it on the altar city, the highest point of the Buddhist College. The world is strangely quiet, only the camera clicks. A few money clocks seem like a few hours later, and the exclamation of "happiness, happiness" came from my ear. They got it, and I, at the critical moment, couldn't press the shutter. My eyes and my heart were dark ...

At this moment, I remembered a poem: Accidental?

I am a cloud in the sky.

I occasionally project on your heart.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone happy.

I disappeared in a flash.

You and I meet in the dark sea,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

it's better if you remember, but you'd better forget,

the light that was released in this meeting!

Think of my favorite poem "Lotus's Heart"

How to let you meet me

At my most beautiful moment

For this reason, I have been begging the Buddha for 5 years

Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship

So the Buddha turned me into a tree

Growing on the roadside you must pass

Full of flowers in the sun

. Seeing through

friends who have fallen all over the floor behind you, it's not petals

It's my withered heart

As the Buddha said, life has eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, love parting, resentment for a long time, begging for it and not letting go.

Buddha said: life is made by oneself, and phases are born by the mind. Everything in the world is transformed, and the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, and everything remains unchanged.

It is said that students have to carry water in the deep valley behind the Buddhist College. 4 yuan living expenses per person per month, two meals a day, two clothes a year. Walking in Seda, you will find that the joys and sorrows in your own city are completely meaningless; You will find that you are just a grain of sand in the world, and that pain can't be called pain. Those things are not worth mentioning.

Seda, many things are redundant; Life, isn't it?

This is Tancheng, the place where people turn the scriptures. With the crowd, I shook each sutra devoutly, and talked to the Buddha again and again in my heart in my own way ...

In the rush of people in the sutra-turning team, in the sound of prayer and chanting, and in the rotation of the sutra, I began to get confused ...

Listening to the sutra, taking off my shoes, crossing my legs, lowering my eyebrows, and making a big auditorium. Unfortunately, I don't quite understand it. It's boring. It's a chorus of chanting between classes, and the lingering sound is endless.

Looking at the celestial burial, the words on the stone tablet at the door have some profound meanings. There are many people, but from a distance, there is a continuous Sanskrit sound and a deep male voice, which makes people fascinated and can't help singing ...

Seda, so I am in a hurry to disturb you.

when I came, I was looking forward to it all the way.

when you leave, you have nothing to worry about, and you are all well.

Those people and things about Seda still don't understand or understand. Approaching Seda, but not getting into Seda.

about Seda, we can only read it slowly in the long river of time.

about life, we can only slowly appreciate and let go in the future.