All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should observe them in this way.
Time flies, stops and stops, all the beautiful and bleak things will become memories, some will turn into gorgeous red in the sky, and some will condense into deep scars in the heart.
And more than ten years of preaching the Dharma in Minnan is an incomparable and incredible time in Master Hongyi ’s life.
In the city where spring flowers bloom, a period of fragrant peaches and plums bloom. He is in his twilight years at this time.
What have you found after so many years?
is to forget, has it been forgotten? Master Hongyi looked up and saw Liuyun changing his postures. He sighed and could not answer.
11938 November 14, the wind was a little cold and thin, just like a human heart.
Master Hongyi gave his final repentance speech at the Buddhist Education and Main Academy Alumni Association in Chengtian Temple, Quanzhou.
At this time, the Japanese invaders frequently invaded, and their disciples went into exile everywhere, as if everything in the world had been stained with vicissitudes.
Master Hongyi lamented the rapid passage of time.
"I feel deeply guilty. In more than a month, I will be 60 years old. For example, since I became a monk, I have been ashamed and burying my head to commit evil. Therefore, most of the things I have done so far are fragmented and cannot be perfect. This is also a branch. Of course, I can only live with you for four years. I cannot forget my feelings."
"I really hope that Yangzhong will be able to revive it from now on and become a model monk's academy in the country. But I am old and have no moral knowledge. I am afraid I will be helpless in Yangzhong in the future."
The sunset gradually fell behind the mountain, and the dusk clouds were inlaid with gold edges, and everything was about to disappear in the deep night.
Even if Master Hongyi sees through life and death, he still has a little attachment to this world. A little expectation.
Once he was a romantic and talented man, but now he is a monk who has become a monk.
In his final speech, he inevitably felt a little worldly warmth in his heart to give him loyal advice.
The heart is ethereal, everything is better from the flaws. I chant the sunset mountain outside the mountain, who can’t escape the love of ancient and modern times?
He ended this speech with the poems of Qing Dynasty Gong Zizhen .
There is never a perfect thing in the world, and there is no end to practice.
At dusk, Master Hongyi saw the birds returning to the mountain, and the remaining feelings echoed in his heart.
He raised his head from the manuscript and met the eyes of those present. After a moment, I slowly lowered my head, and the wet eyes were filled with a long life.
The room was silent, so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.
He stood up, bent down deeply, bowed to the audience, and then picked up the thick manuscript paper and walked out the door, as if he had walked into another world.
is the true feeling in my heart. I can’t escape it, and I don’t have to blame myself. Just accept it.
In a trance, Master Hongyi seemed to have found the answer to life, let it go, and there is no need to deliberately.
Why do you love to live and die? You sway on the boat. For many times, just to cross to the other side, time is shorter and the lamp of life becomes dimmer and darker.
Why is there still misty in front of you? Where is the other side? Is the green lotus already blooming? Master Hongyi went around day and night just to find a mountain house where he could practice meditation, but he could not fulfill his wish.
He is willing to pursue the eternity of the moment in the peace of his heart and in the Brahma sound that cleanses his soul.
However, time leaked from the gap between the fingers, leaving no trace.
"Master, although you have become a monk, you don't want to talk about art anymore, but in my heart, you are still an old artist." Others said this to Master Hongyi more than once.
"Don't dare to take it.”
Master Hongyi looked into the distance through the curved branches, his eyes did not come true, and life in Buddhism is also an artistic life.
Passers-by looked at Master Hongyi's eyes, and this conversation seemed to have happened in a dream. But who can clarify the boundary between dreams and awakening? Who can tell the clarity of art and What is the difference between life? If you do dreams sincerely, you can be considered a trivial matter in reality, and it will become an art to do it to the extreme.
His calligraphy has opened up the land in the field of art, and in the second half of his life he uses his body to correct the Dharma, experience life and suffering in asceticism, and pursue clues of survival, and understand the true meaning of life. This is also an art.
The dreams of the first half of life are colorful and colorful; the dreams of the second half of life are dull, but have profound textures and textures.
If death is another kind of awakening. Master Hongyi should not feel regret when he opens his eyes.
Four outside The world is in the midst of water and fire, and the sound of shells blew overwhelming sentient beings.
However, Master Hongyi always sang a melodious and quiet Sanskrit in his heart.
While he was dedicated to spreading the Dharma, he wrote down a branch of the chrysanthemum.
l1 At the high standard, the Milky Way is red in color, and martyrs should shed blood. He is concerned about the dangers of the country with his heart of being born. Master Hongyi found another realm in the common saying space.
Bihu occasionally has ripples and is always extremely clear. Although Master Hongyi is nostalgic for the world, he is still extremely calm.
Guo Moruo went to meet Master Hongyi, wanting to have a treasure. Master Hongyi never spared words and wrote a poem on the unfolded plain paper: My heart is like the autumn moon, and the blue lake is clear and bright. Nothing is comparable to that, so teach me how to say it.
Don’t know how to say it, so it’s better not to say it. Thousands of words are still in my heart.
Flowers are blooming, Flowers fall are also a kind of belonging.
At this point, the fragrance of flowers will last forever in memory.
, the 31st year of the Republic of China, 1942, this was the last spring day, and it was also the eternal spring day.
Master Hongyi is still walking on the road, but soon he will stop, everything will come to an end, and flowers will gradually bloom.
The sunset is gorgeous, the moon is about to rise from the middle of the lake, the boat is walking in the water, and the fog in front gradually dissipates.
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