There is a place in Nepal called Lumbini, which is said to be the birthplace of Buddha Sakyamuni. I stayed there for a month and experienced a different Buddhist culture.

There is a place in Nepal called Lumbini . According to legend, it is the birthplace of Buddha Sakyamuni . I stayed there for a month and felt a different Buddhist culture.

Setting off to Nepal was just a sudden idea of ​​mine. There was no detailed plan or specific route. It was a casual and relaxing trip.

It was actually quite unexpected that I came to Lumbini for a long time. I suddenly suffered from vomiting and diarrhea that day. In the name of rest, I did not continue moving forward, so I simply rested in this city.

There is a large garden in Lumbini, which contains Buddhist temples from all over the world, such as Chinese temples, Korean temples, Australian temples, Burmese temples, Nepali temples, etc. I live in one of the temples in this garden. In addition to eating every day, I just wait for food to be eaten, which is boring but free.

One day the master of the temple said that he would take us to a place. That place, translated in English, was probably something that remained after someone died, and the subject of the person here was Buddha. So I guessed whether it could be the relic of Sakyamuni. Of course, I still don’t know the answer. Because of the language barrier and the geographical gap, I may never have the opportunity to go to that place again in this life.

Starting from the temple, the car drove onto the local highway. In fact, the road infrastructure in Nepal is not very good, so the so-called highways in the country are actually just like the ordinary country roads in our country.

About 2 hours later, we came to a village. The car continued to move forward. Behind the car, there were many children. They were barefoot and had dark skin. They all looked thin and thin. Master

explained that after getting off the bus, he would give things to the children and let us help.

After the car stopped, the children also came over, but it was strange. There was no noise at all. One of the older ones asked the children to line up. The masters took out things from the trunk, and I was responsible for distributing things to the children. . After everyone gets the gift, they will say "namaste", which means thank you in and in Nepali, and also means good wishes.

I am a little ashamed, because those gifts are not mine, I just gave them away on behalf of them. But children don't know all this entanglement. They are very happy when they receive a gift. They will also express their gratitude politely when they take the gift from you. But what I am watching is the back of their bare feet.

is so happy, still barefoot. For me at that moment, I felt more regret and sigh. These children, I wonder if they will be able to leave their hometown one day in the future. Maybe even Kathmandu is a very far away place for them. But can you say they are unhappy? I use earthly eyes to measure the happiness of others, but in fact it is extremely superficial.

But I didn’t know that at that time. I only see what I want to see, and I can only feel happiness based on my own knowledge. There is a river in Lumbini's Park of All Nations, also known as the Boundary River, because at its left and right ends are Mahayana temples and Hinayana temples, which means they believe in different Mahayana and Hinayana beliefs.

There was a joke among travelers at that time: If you want to eat meat after staying in a temple for a long time, just cross the river! Because on the other side of the river, the temple allows eating meat, but Mahayana Buddhism does not.

Separated by a river, the boundaries are clearly defined.

Many years later, I will still think of that day with the scorching sun in the sky. The smell of grass and earth have been completely forgotten by me. What I remember deeply is the scattered backs of the children. They printed happiness into my memories. It turns out that nominal wealth can give people fulfillment, but fulfillment is not necessarily happiness.

In that poor little village, the title of "one of the poorest countries in the world" did not affect their happiness at all.

It was also at this moment that I really wanted to understand a little bit. Maybe there are many powers to control you in this world. Cars, houses, money are all things we can see and own, but there is still a corner deep in our hearts. Money cannot fill it, and wealth cannot control it.This corner is ourselves, and it is also the "myself" that we may have lost long ago.

Nowadays, many people go to temples to visit the so-called Internet celebrity attractions, to indulge in a cup of pure Buddhist tea, or to admire the cute guards at the temple gates. These are a way to visit temples, and they are also the beauty we can see.

But when we go to temples for various purposes, when can we truly let ourselves rest? Sometimes there is no need to have a destination, just go with your heart, which is the best travel.

I think many years later I will still remember that day, that day with the scorching sun in the sky.