little city

My living expenses were getting bigger and bigger, and my life was a bit tight, so I found a part-time job as a tutor to earn some pocket money.

On weekends, I ride my second-hand bicycle to teach tutors.Coming out of the school gate, I have to ride a long way to the edge of the Grand Canal, and then continue south along the Grand Canal. At a corner, there is a small pavilion, where I will rest for a while.On the Grand Canal in front of me, sirens roar, and merchant ships carrying sand pass by one after another. I always imagine the scene of Emperor Yang of Sui going to the south of the Yangtze River. The long river of history is full of stories, buried in the Grand Canal Muddy river water.

On the opposite bank is the streets of the small town, with white walls and black tiles occasionally hiding Ming and Qing buildings in the modern buildings. The camphor trees on both sides of the river are lush and lush, and there are no spring, summer, autumn and winter all year round.Jiangnan, which I had longed for infinitely, is right in front of me, but it makes me feel at a loss.

My new tutor is a wealthy family, located in a prominent location in the center of the city, with security guards outside the gate, all kinds of precious plants in the yard, pavilions, terraces and buildings, like a park.

I came to the door of the host's house and carefully rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a young woman who seemed to have a good temperament and spoke in an easy-going manner.While leading me to the study, he told me not to be polite, and treat it as my own home when I come.The entire living room is resplendent and resplendent, the decoration style is extremely luxurious, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows can almost see the scenery of the small town.

I nodded again and again, the woman was wearing a nightgown at home, and she was covered in white, so I didn't dare to look at her.

The child I want to teach is a first-year junior high school student, and he is already sitting in the study waiting.

Two hours of tutoring time, a total of 40 yuan, this money is easy to earn, but I take other people's money, I always hope to teach children more knowledge.

On the way back, I rode my bicycle freely, but the mansion, the white-skinned woman in the mansion, and the strange child always appeared in my mind unconsciously.

"Brother, did you notice that the door opened automatically?" the child asked during class.

"The door was closed, but it suddenly opened again. This door is like this every day. I saw a child enter this room. Did you see it?"

I can't help but feel a chill on my back, how could a child be so cranky. "That should be a problem with your door, it's an illusion." I said perfunctorily.

"Oh, do you believe in ghosts? I can often see ghosts. There is a cat outside our window, which is possessed by ghosts. It often comes to my house at night and lies outside the window. I know it is a person."

"Let's not talk about this first, let's have a good class."

I couldn't help being a little flustered. I wanted to explain to the child that there are no ghosts in the world, but the child clearly saw it, and my explanation was obviously in vain.

Jing Shu participates in the activities of the Zen Society of the school every week, and I occasionally accompany Jing Shu, but I always have a playful attitude.At the end of April, the Zen Society invited an eminent monk from Sichuan to give a lecture on Buddhism. The master explained in detail the importance of traditional Chinese culture, the relationship between Buddhism and traditional culture, and the development trend and direction of Buddhism under the new international and domestic situation. And other issues.

Everyone was highly motivated and asked questions enthusiastically, and the intelligent mage also answered everyone's questions in simple terms. The atmosphere on the scene was very good.

Master Zhizhi came to the small town to promote the Dharma, and usually lives in Daishan Temple on the outskirts of the small town.

On May 500st, the Zen Society organized everyone to go to temples to experience real practice.A group of more than ten of us, led by Professor Du, walked into Daishan Temple and began to meditate.The temple is located in the western suburbs of the small town, at the foot of Mount Dai. It was built in Nanliang and has a history of [-] years.

In the morning of the same day, Master Zhineng gave us a lecture. Everyone, male and female, sat cross-legged and listened to the master's teachings.

At first, it was full of freshness, and I could bear it while sitting. After a while, my legs were sore and numb, and I really wanted to stand up.I looked around from time to time to divert my attention.

Jing Shu sat diagonally across from me, her eyes were slightly closed, she was as calm as water, she listened intently, solemn and pious, and quite Buddhist.

At this moment, I became quiet for an instant. For some reason, I suddenly felt that I was not worthy to be with Jingshu at all. I even felt like a clown who occasionally showed off my literary talent and courage, but never felt the power of quietness.

The hall is solemn and solemn, and the foolish common people have to restrain their pride and arrogance.There is a portrait of Journey to the West painted on the central beam of the main hall. When I looked carefully, it was the picture of Tathagata Buddha subduing Wukong in Wuzhi Mountain on the opposite side, and I couldn't help being immersed in it.

After the lecture was over, we went to the hall together. Everyone sat upright, holding chopsticks, serving bowls, not daring to speak, and finished the fast meal quietly. The meal was not delicious, but everyone kept silent, for fear of breaking the Buddhist rules.

Among the lay Buddhists who ate together, most of them were middle-aged and elderly women. Most of them had kind faces and calm expressions, as if they had seen through the world of mortals and had nothing to contend with.

In the afternoon copying scriptures, I still found it difficult to meditate. The image of Jingshu sitting in meditation piously and the peaceful face of the old layman in the temple kept appearing in my mind. They were so similar.

If Jingshu already has the cultivation level of a layman at such a young age, then someone like me is not as good as a grain of sand in front of Jingshu.

I felt deeply sad and depressed, but the scriptures under my pen began to become clearer, as if the distance between each other was shortened.Every word is written squarely at the beginning, is it possible that only great sorrow and great suffering can be fully enlightened?

At night, we slept in the temple, Qingdeng Ancient Temple, with the sound of Zen.I thought of Jingshu, and I was deeply worried. I couldn't sleep at night, my thoughts were full of thoughts, and the bell rang in the middle of the night, making the night even more lonely.

In the early morning of the next day, brush off the tiredness of the night, and feel the rare tranquility in the fresh air.It seems that everyone has experienced a night of torture and thinking. Everyone is thinking, pacing lightly, and having a sense of the value of life.

In the morning, everyone went to the backyard to taste tea together, each with a set of tea sets, making tea by himself, and then serving tea to others.

On the way back, everyone was silent, without the hustle and bustle when they came, everyone seemed to have lost their souls in the temple in the mountain forest.