Apple Lugu Lake
godwinn
On that day, I fell into the water from the Yongning county back when the village is already in the evening. The twilight of the setting sun shone on a quiet lake, the beautiful and enchanted people.
Lake mind sees in a restaurant to eat, readily look at the table tells us the lake need to sponsor students to study the list. For the vulnerable groups of society, because I cheated on who has suffered too well, which is no longer cold, disappointed is not the loss of money, but the feelings of being cheated. However, on a bleak look at the book presentation, my heart is still a dull pain. Think of a hope primary school yesterday in the drowning seen and heard, I feel like I should still provide for these poor children do. But, I can do then what is it? I do not know. I'm just a rush of passing.
After dinner, out of the shops, not yet completely dark days down. I have around the Lugu Lake, a man slowly walking along the lake. Summer wind in the face is not hot, warm, a bit like a spring breeze blowing in his home, twilight had me fascinated. Gently patted the lake shore, due to the surrounding is very quiet, sounds like a move in the sea. My thoughts have been like the ocean, constantly rolling with the waves, then a few Moso tribe child's name, how are lingering.
Gradually dark days down. Sunset horizon gradually fade, leaving only the touch of Canhong, like my heart dripping blood.
I am counting his footsteps, slowly Duo back to being their own villages. When entering the village, there is a ragged little boy came up to me in front, very little girl Nicole pleading me: "Uncle, buy some apples it." Low voice barely audible. His hands carrying a small basket, basket full of apples, apple still with drops, it is obviously just come off the tree. Apple's lips, but I would not think of it as how a child's face, because the cheek in front of the child in addition there are two drying out of red by the sun a bit like apples, the skin is very rough, and even be able to see him forehead with age disproportionate wrinkles!
I can not help move the hidden side of the heart, and asked him how Apple sold. His face immediately appeared in the welter of spirited. "It's cheap, a basket as long as two dollars. Just a bit astringent, but it is crisp, very fresh, I just picked the tree!"
I was impressed by his honesty, lived 20 years, this is the first time I heard of people selling apples, said Apple's own little astringent!
"How old? Selling apples out so late?"
"7 years old. Mom said that now grow on the ground at home apart from apples, there is nothing that can be sold for money. In order to gather the next semester's tuition and fees, I can only rode it a few days some of the tourist season of selling apples, if not tourists, these apples are not sell, the locals do not eat, and everyone has. "
"That's why you said that your apple is astringent it? Afraid not sell it?"
"I do not want to deceive others, she says lying is not a good boy. Uncle, you try to buy a bar. Today, I do not sell an apple."
He wiped his sleeve very professional manner, gave me an apple. I ate one, did a bit of astringency may be located in the plateau owes something here.
"How, you can also, right?" His face looked at me expectantly.
"Yes." I sprinkled a lie, has become a bad boy. Smoothly from the ten-dollar purse out of his pocket and handed money to him, "This basket of apples I bought, do not look, you Retention next semester with it."
"That's not, my mother said that charges can only accept people's money. You give me change for it, I also can not be found to open."
"I did not." I sprinkled a lie becomes even worse children.
"That's ... ..." He's a little embarrassed, could see that he wanted to made first in today's business, though a small business.
"Also does not matter, I'll buy ten-dollar bar. My friends do like to eat apples." I sprinkled a lie, it becomes a bad guy. I am a people to travel.
His face immediately reveal a rare smile. The basket of apples an old brain child to pour the other hand, carrying her bag of apples loaded.
"Give all of them for you!"
I saw them, wow, there may be two pounds so many! Was going to say anything, he has Yiliu Yan ran away.
The next day, back to Lijiang in China and Pakistan, in order to lift the lonely journey, we took turns performances. My turn, I told a story:
An old monk with a Tuer 4 Roaming alms, the road meets a hungry old woman dying, just put the hard years of rations and silver of the whole to her. Tuer puzzled Zen Master said: "The Death and merit only a thought, these silver and food for us, being able to maintain their livelihood simply fills it is life-saving donor can thing ah." Tuer may understand Non-understand.
A few years later, the old Zen master oil burnout, passed away before a classics handed Tuer hands, Xi and moving lips failed to have time to say my last sentence. The young apprentice, when the book was already recite every word and therefore I have not read it resting on the side.
Tuer who inherited the temple after the well-division-bit, old small temple continuous expansion. Tuer thought, and so on to build the temple is completed, will endeavor to comply to the teachings of Zen Master Guangji people, but when the temple after the large-scale, he also said he would like, and so on a larger scale bar and then relief charity. Time goes by, and so on Tuer years to the oldest old, the temple is the magnificent palace wall farmland 100 ares. However, for decades, he was busy because of the temple, neglect of charity, the end has not done a thing has merit. Death before Tuer suddenly remembered an old Zen master was left of the classics, when he opened a title page, a rude crying. See, however, the book was shocked to read through the old Zen master is highlighted in the year not timely advice:
Time to help others like owning a decade chanting.
While playmate who Shixi endless time, I slowly last night, that story comes out. Then I put the bags of apples given to visitors with the car.
"Would everyone please help me, it is doing a decade chanting it."
So vehicle's people are chewing apples, in addition to the driver.
It reminds me of Turgenev's words: "heart, may from time to more than Apple, which is not split open."
Author: godwinn2008
