I am not Buddhist devotees, so no need for pretending to be pious. The most famous of the two in the Putuo Mountain Monastery and out, to see is a single file of tourists and surrounded by incense, can not help but also for that superior statues miserable together, always feel that some of them makes a mockery of the means exist.
Until, the process of waiting ships within walking distance into a humble little monastery, but not intended to break into the Buddhist College. In retrospect is also a fate, if not to escape packed with visitors, known as the Buddhist's Putuo, leaving the impression that I would never just smoky scene. Just at the moment Kuaguomenkan, felt that the complete tranquility, as well as the sacred truly yours, even it is a long familiar.
Standing in the empty corridors and down, I picked up his light footsteps, for fear of desecration of this moment of calm. The Gallery of Poster:
"Bow see broken, ... ..."
If everything in the world, such as this sentence like a simple, natural little but a lot of headaches only come in the world since the beginning has been involved with unclear fate. We may start to finish, we have been pursuing is to make themselves deeper into the network, even the center of the hurt and pain hit, but rather silly, rather stupid, they prefer Ziku, this is how the situation of呀?
I do not know the ancients called "insight" is how a heart out suddenly clarity, but the similarities on the mind in an instant the letter and do not believe it does not matter distinction.
Out of college when the Buddha did not go back, I have clearly aware of their thought.
Platform slowly back the car out of the window, the scenery outside the window, gradually blurred.
I feel the mood is completely sink, it almost numb sorrow, from the bottom of my heart gradually disperses over, until the eyes began to wet. This is Ningbo, yes I plan to place outside. Before, there is no intention to come, then, it will not come back, perhaps the fate of all this haste in staggered, there is no look, no goods to play, or even, there is no looking back. And that some of the experience, there is always illusory ... ...
Ningbo, a boat bound for the Putuo Mountain, feeling some vague sense of their own, those who like the genuineness of the fairy tale drama, only the moment, it was thrown on the fate of a boat, can not touch, no feeling, but unconscious a loss: Shanghai? ... ... A few hours ago, when I was only enough to buy a Sanxi Chuaizhe the money into the ticket hall, and even saw the Su-Se winds, not the sleepless nights, when "tickets have been sold out" several prominent characters have no omen's appeared in front of me laughing, only know it has been away from the bone-deep cold, it's horror accident even I've forgotten where you are ... ...
"Students" is lonely when everyone will remember with affection to hear the kind words. Some surprise in looking back, at first glance is the familiar blue shirt, black bamboo forest leading to the road. The figure clearly had unruly white engraved prints of youth, while the extension of the line finishes track but also to me "refresher Afar" moving, that way, give me deep impression. Who want to went up to - come across so why deja vu - only in the mind said to himself: Since the search is a person's peace of mind wandering exile, why phase scrambling.
"We have seen it?"
"Yes." I bit of shock.
As a result, leaving no time to export a Hsieh, leaving a seat, he disappeared, and only then quietly leaning on a bulkhead of the backpack, but also a reminder of the concern. It felt really tired - always felt that provide a temporary relief of luxury far too indistinct, so in reality have learned to hide their emotions, perhaps only in thinking that the mature moment, it was found, lost too much ... ...
Tired ... ...
After woke up onto the deck, he saw the blue shirt leaning against the railing on the ship's side, maybe subconsciously I was looking for him. Perhaps, the same young hearts do not have much of this on the membrane, but also, or, would the well-intentioned and sincere gratitude is difficult to go to my ice-junction of the mask, it is no need for warming familiar.
That moment I very blunt description of his own embarrassment, and then like a helpless child apprehension of waiting ruling. I do not know where's the courage and confidence, or just intuition.
Silence --
I am very frightened, you can put doubts to endure for questioning, that is, can not afford a mockery of their own personality.
"Why do you like to see the documents a statement depressed? Are people really believe that reality is the distance of that paper?" Organization, tightening his eyebrows, "in the university campus, and the distance but they have also far away, I want a person to Putuo Mountain, that is, do not want to face the share of apathy ... ... "
Some looked at him surprised, but now I really believe in the "life where we may not meet" are more emotional than rational people believe that intuition, or even, I believe that cheating. Because in between the ideal and reality, we have chosen is good.
The next story, if bumpy visitors set foot on earth, what kind of a long absence, I feel that a solid peace of mind. I also began to understand one carrying a boy walking contradiction, in the minds of the young, there is always a lot of confusion.
"Can send me a photo? Even a black and white Xiao Zhao. After all, perhaps not good-bye."
I Yi Leng, has mentioned this before feel sentimental, a step by step away from the reality of cross-so near and yet so at the moment I have a step by step away from themselves, together with all the memories. In fact, this is the living together of life from the many, but he was unwilling to face up to this too sad and dreary in mood. The past, read "sea of Health moon,天涯共此时", I felt was a hidden bitterness and sorrow Kuzhongzuoyue, in fact, what is it not a kind of tranquil and the calm. Destined in life is that I do not know the name of a friend or anyone else involved will bring a long time but suddenly a glimpse of the warmth. I think he is too stubborn, so can there be that many Ziku hurt themselves.
Can not be as chic as the wave Xu unless they smile, leaving only a far-fetched and walked over, afraid to turn around.
With the rush to flee like the flow of people on the train, but also quietly looking out the window silent, it may be remembered that in the heart of the process. The moment when the train started, and finally could not help but burst into tears.
The car, people bustle around him.
Walking through the streets of Shanghai, neon bizarre poses a tired and irrelevant barriers, I looked around the boredom of the pedestrians.
"Younger sister!" Looking back, it is a gully-scarred face, "I went out was a burglary has been hungry for a long time of ... ..." My heart is a movement, which yesterday I are much alike, while the share of the trust again , which is too precious. I would not hesitate to chip in.
Walked a few steps, there is a stranger standing here telling me it was fraud, I am stunned. In fact, know how, back to expose? Such as the face of a grandmother's generation who tears Cross, such a thing I usually do not. Only dim smile, has become a heavy heart.
Fate, and only once, just once.
Postscript:
A variety of people began to recall the past
He has old
Not age
Is that state of mind
This is a group of diary two years ago, I do not know why it is necessary to rake out of which, this is a kind of inexplicable feelings.
Two years is not long, and I, but is no longer the original self. Two years ago, likes to write down around a bit by bit, although some naive, some hypocritical, and some of the vicissitudes of life pretending to be is still a real itself; two years later picked up the pen, it is no account had to turn yesterday The diary, remember he was no longer young.
For the Putuoshan such a place, never be forgotten. It is not just some of the encounter, "old age, such as new, Qinggai as before." This time travel is away from home, the first time alone in a strange place, that is why such a panic and confusion. Even if it will just return visit to the experienced, and it is completely different strike. The original memory of life bit by bit, but not to forget, for the future, to the old time, but also recalled that there have been starting their own young, but do not want to use here has sent so quickly, will always be some sad and uncomfortable. Now, the want to have, and is nothing but a Danding mood strike.
Author: calladirge
