Okay, here is the translation following your instructions: Good is good. -- Zen Series

Author: Nanbei
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Publish Date: 2005-03-01
Features: No matter how many difficulties and twists you encounter, or how far you go, you cannot forget the path you came from, because you must have a home and must return.！Whether it is parents, brothers, new friends or old friends, even if you see each other every day, every time is also the only one! Because every minute and second of time, every moment and hour of life, has an absolute irreproducibility, it is gone and cannot return. Life flows in the river of time, going and not returning, it leaves you forever a question mark: Have you given it meaning? Humanity is helpless with its small wisdom, and the Buddha, with his great knowledge that penetrates all, is also helpless. Forgiveness is a kind of mercy, a kind of love. And love can change everything, conquer everything, including the hearts and the world. That was a Sunday afternoon, around 4 o'clock, the eyes that had been staring at the computer screen were suddenly caught by a beam of bright light. Looking up, it turned out to be a beam of sunlight, golden and yellow., the long week of overcast and damp days finally ended at that evening, and the "dog of Shu" could finally "bark at the sun" again. Almost at the same time I saw this beam of golden sunlight, a thought jumped out of my head: what kind of posture and scene would the monks of Zhaojue Temple be in such a rare sunset? Would they walk under the evening glow during the evening bell? As soon as this thought arose, I had no more heart to continue my "practice" in front of the computer. So, I turned off the computer, got dressed, and went out. At the bus stop in front of the community gate, I jumped onto a bus heading to Zhaojue Temple to find the answer. The bus wandered through familiar or unfamiliar streets, and I saw the faces of the people on the street were all drunkenly red in the sunset. An hour later, I stood in a pavilion connecting the mountain gate and the Mahavira Hall of Zhaojue Temple. I like this temple, not because I have any special connection with it, but just because I like its vastness and tranquility. Of course, what I like even more is its distance from the city edge, not too close, not too far, giving people a sense of convenience and imagination. The sun was about to set, but it had not completely set yet. Almost as I imagined, I heard the evening bell, and saw the bhikkhus in yellow robes walking along the shaded path leading to the Mahavira Hall, stepping on ten thousand bunches of evening clouds. In the pavilion next to me, several devotees stood, all with their hands clasped and silently reciting their heart sutras. I saw an old bhikkhu walk over, and I greeted him with a smile. The old bhikkhu immediately responded, saying, "Namo Amitabha!" Faintly, I felt his voice was very familiar, like a friend of mine, or like the father who passed away in my childhood. But I knew he was just a stranger, his Buddhist name was just a response to my smile, a greeting to my greeting, he was just saying, ", you're doing well too!" But this voice later followed me, spreading in my room, seeping into my dreams and writing. I know I am a person on the road. All the problems that arise on the road must also be found on the road. I cannot be the kind of person who studies until his hair turns white, and I will try my best to refuse to sell common sense and words. I believe in a call and awakening from within. This awakening comes from the suffering of the body and spirit, from the desire and longing for happiness and joy. I am increasingly inclined to speak of joy and happiness, which should be related to the transformation within me. From childhood, the years of suffering have been widespread and inescapable. But precisely because of the suffering, I feel I have a reason and basis to speak of happiness and joy. This is a bit like the people digging for water in the desert. A person must confirm the role they play on the journey, and sometimes this can be quite difficult. Naturally, I began to confirm my role in this difficult situation. I have walked many paths that now seem unnecessary. But a person must walk along the direction of time, this is a one-way process, every footprint behind you, you cannot turn around to decorate and modify. I began to seriously distinguish the differences between me and others. I think that what is different from others should be the land that I can plant. I began to take another path when poetry and reality were about to lead me to the brink, starting to read a Zen book called "Journey to the Buddhist Kingdom." In that book, first, I clarified the close relationship between life and death. Second, I saw the eternal impermanence of things. Finally, I realized I must convince myself to overcome that useless cynicism and begin to record with my hands some feelings of goodness and beauty in my heart, and depict a random wave in my mind. In this regard, I feel I have almost succeeded. Because I know that Namo Amitabha is actually just a greeting. Nanbei 2004.12.21 Chengdu