Because there are no new books and periodicals in the sutra depository, I plan to come out of the Guandi Temple at the main entrance. I didn't expect to meet several middle school students, and under the guidance of adults, I paid homage to Mr. Guan. Walking to the gate of the yard is a lay volunteer. At that time, he was carrying several copies of Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, and accidentally picked me out and asked me to lead you to read it three times. I said yes, so I did.
The laity is very happy. I didn't know until I took my child to chant Buddhist scripture. The children were brought in by adults to ask about their studies. Because the final exam was coming, they were asked by the lay people to read the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, mainly for drawing lots.
It's already dinner time, and the monk in the backyard has brought vegetarian dishes to the lay people. So, when he was a vegetarian, he knocked it out for us, that is, he hit it and we worshipped it. After the ceremony, the children took turns to shake the sign. I thought it was interesting, so I took the initiative to help them look at the signs.
I just don't want this. The lovely layman simply moved his seat to concentrate on eating and entrusted me to cancel the visa for the child. In case of a good signature, be outspoken; Encourage children to sharpen their knives when they encounter bad things; As for the ordinary signature, it will be easier, just keep it normal.
So in this way, parents and children are very happy, and parents take the initiative to follow the merits in the merit box. When the laity saw it, they gave the children fruit sacrifices and sent them out of the mountain gate with joy.
Then, I expressed my wish to draw lots. Without saying a word, the lay man praised the Heart Sutra for me and crossed it out. After the ceremony, I began to shake the number. Unfortunately, a bamboo stick flew out, and before I knew it, it fell into the merit box in front of me like a safe. Obviously, it's not appropriate for the monk in charge of accounts to unpack my bags and get my labels at the moment, but I don't know what to do at the moment. The layman suggested that I draw it again. This time it's right. I'd better sign it. The signature is very good.
The layman asked me what I wanted to ask, and I said I wanted to ask about my occupation. Then I remembered a signature: "Pufan can ride the east wind."
After chatting for a long time, the layman asked me some personal information, such as family work. The chat was very cheerful, and then I planned to leave with the big apple given by the layman. I didn't want the layman to say solemnly, "Be careful when opening the New Year, and be sure to prevent peach blossoms, especially rotten peaches!"
I couldn't help laughing at once. When I was thirty, I was first told this sentence. Is it the peach blossom on my face? I don't know what to say, but I thank you again and again. I hope the signature can come true, but what will the first signature say?
It was on the eve of the Spring Festival. During the Spring Festival, I went back to my hometown and met my grandparents I hadn't seen for seven years. Grandpa is a teacher and has taught all his life. Grandma is very embarrassed to say that she will be eighty-one years old if she is not careful. What should I do? My wife and I came to my hometown for the first time, talked a lot with my grandparents, and then went to look through the books and notes accumulated by my grandfather for many years. There are newspapers he cut and pasted, studies on Feng Shui and the Book of Changes, and notes on the birthdays of the three generations they gave birth to. Then there are many eight-part essays that rhyme neatly in the hometown dialect.
Most poems are about his life and work in the past few decades. Finally, I found a small notebook that seemed to be copied, and my heart was mixed, because many sentences were recalling his parents and childhood. At that time, it was the beginning of a new era in which people were troubled and bound by internal troubles and foreign invasion, war, famine and various social factors.
One of them is: "If only I could know what my mother was worried about!" " This makes me feel very uncomfortable, because it was the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. My grandfather, who just turned 20, passed the national pilot exam, but stayed in his hometown to teach because of his mother's concern, and married and had children for him before he was 20. Then, for various reasons, I haven't been able to come out and have a look at it in my eighties. This makes me feel bad.
Then it is mostly his experience, persuasion, life, life, cultivation and diet over the years, so in the village, the longevity of grandparents is second to none. My grandmother and my wife were talking in the room when I was reading in the sun. My grandfather seemed to seize the opportunity, got up and strode towards me, quickly grabbed the notebook, turned to a page, and stuffed it into my hand. My forefinger pointed at a sentence, reminding me to pay attention to that sentence, and at the same time, I was wary of whether my wife and grandmother would suddenly come back to the yard.
Then, I immediately understood, and I was surprised at the same time, but I could only respond to Grandpa with honest eyes, but I dared not read it out loud to show my understanding.
Because the main idea of that sentence is: the beauty of the world lies in interpersonal relationships, so don't be arrogant and rash. Serious and neat, real and rigid.
Then, grandma and her wife came out into the yard, and grandpa quickly turned over a few pages in my notebook and pretended that nothing had happened.
It was the Spring Festival, and then I went back to my hometown in summer. This time I went back alone, with my grandparents, and went through the two boxes of books and notes again.
This time, grandpa was not so careful when his wife was here last time, because he told me directly that he must be careful to prevent bad luck. It's hard to say whether grandma and mom laughed or scolded, and they all stared at me nervously how to answer. Then I smiled and said, don't worry about this. I'm over that age, and I should learn how to cultivate my morality and keep my family in order. Grandpa seems relieved again.
That is, for more than a year, because of my long hair, I hid it in my hat when I went back to my hometown for the first time, and it seemed to scare my grandmother for the second time. But the problem is that I am probably not suitable for long hair, because for more than a year, children have to hide when they see me, and some even cry, that is, those children used to like to tease me.
This makes me feel embarrassed sometimes, but it seems to avoid many people and things. Probably, there is a little Sha Qi in my face, just like my wife said, staring at it is scary.
But the question is, if the lovely laity and countless grandfathers are aware of this concern, why haven't I met the last day of the year? Even rotten peach blossoms can make me dumbfounded!
Well, maybe this is also a kind of luck. About it, this is like the sentence in the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, which I regard as a standard, that is: stay away from the upside-down dream.