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Xu Zhimo's Notes in Tianmu Mountain

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The Buddha told the public that I tasted the Buddha, and if I heard it, I had doubts and regrets.

The first time I heard what the Buddha said, I was shocked and annoyed with the non-magic Buddha.

-the metaphor of the lotus sutra

The mountains may not be quiet. The temple is hidden among the towering trees, and there will be wind, pine and bamboo in the morning and evening.

Bamboo, singing birds, singing insects, the clock on the pavilion, the wooden fish on the temple, and the spring water around the temple.

The thick bamboo tube, which is a natural flute, slowly and eagerly participates in all kinds of sounds in the sky and underground. Static is not static;

However, the voice in the mountains, whether it is the voice of earthworms in the soil or the strange tune of "singing treasures" at night, has its own kind.

Elsewhere: it comes from pure, clear and transparent, and seeps into your spleen and lungs like ice water; When you take a bath in spring.

I feel more innocent after I die. Although these mountains and ears have the same sound, they also have a cleaning effect.

These clear sounds shake you to sleep at night, and you wake up from these clear sounds in the morning.

Living on the mountain is a blessing, and the buildings living on the mountain are even more repaired. The opening of our window is a lush forest, which is overseas.

More sea of clouds! The light of the sun, the light of the moon and the light of the stars: it's all yours. From this three-foot window, you accept the changes of nature;

From this three-foot window, you let go of your emotional changes. Freedom; Satisfied.

When I woke up this morning, I opened my eyes and saw the light of the sun. Birds are praising; I'll join in. Their songs are pure and clear.

Singing, I mean deep silence.

A huge bell flew down from the bell tower, and the empty mountain oscillated in the majestic sound waves. This bell made me think. I don't know,

The word tide is too exaggerated; Talk about thinking Ye Zhi said Amen, Hindus said "Ohm”* * o-m * * *, and the hum of the bell.

Hum, it is also an infinite fluctuation from the mouth to the mouth: it is obviously expanding outward, but it is also diving inward; Everything is here.

Its periphery is in its center: it is both the skin and the core, and the axis is also the outline. "This great mystery" ***Om***

It makes people feel moved and quiet; See the movement from the stillness, and see the stillness from the movement. From stability to flying, and from flying back to calm.

Live; From the realm of reality to the wonderful void, and from the wonderful void to reality;

"Smelling the Buddha softly is profound and subtle."

What a strange power! What a mysterious discovery! Inclusive of all conflicting phenomena, instantly expanding the horizon, this single

Pure voice is a kind of rational purification for me. Flowers bloom, flowers fall, meteors in the sky fly yellow in the fields and clouds fly.

Pine trees in the sky, rocks by the sea, the love of men and women, the light of jewels, lava from volcanoes: a baby is in the cradle.

Sleep peacefully.

The bell on this mountain keeps ringing day and night, once every five minutes on average. The monk who rings the bell lives alone in the hour.

It is said that he has been fighting non-stop for eleven years, and his wish is to fight until he can't move. There are bodhisattvas in the bell tower.

Sa, the bell ringer has his seat on one side of the big clock. He sits every night with a mallet in one hand to calm his nerves.

Boss, from a long-term habit, don't let sleep delay your duties. "This monk," I thought, "must have a point!

Monks are unreasonable: just now the monk who knew the guest tried to fill six of the seven, but he always had an extra nostril or ear hole;

In the abbot's talk, there are many princes and one party embellishment; The monk in charge of the Mid-Mountain Pavilion is the embodiment of greed and anger.

Duan broke two innocent tea bowls. But this monk who rings the bell, he must not be mediocre, he must go and see it! "His age.

In his fifties, he has been a monk for more than twenty years. This bell tower is nice. He is in charge of this matter. He plays with this clock. He said that he had passed.

I ran into * * *. Every night, he is not bad. He sat, calming his nerves, but other than that, my poor eyes could see nothing.

What a difference. He wiped the shrine, sat down, worshipped the mat, put incense on it, put a bowl of water, washed a handful of vegetables, twisted a handful of rice and wiped it.

The withered hand accepted the charity of the pilgrims and turned to ring the bell. You can't see the purity of practice in his face, but there is no insomnia.

Tired, but full of smiles from time to time; What classics to read; No, just read Amitabha, but he may not know.

Words. "What is the mountain in that area? What's your name, monk? "

"This is Tianmu Mountain," he said. "I know what I'm talking about," I asked, nodding. "I didn't.

I see. "He replied.

There is also a monk on the mountain who lives in the former site of Prince Zhaoming's reading desk in Gengshang and built several houses for the Buddha.

Yes, it belongs to the temple. It's called a hut, but it's not like a real hut on Deputo Mountain, where people who are afraid of people sit or

No monk practices by himself. He is a ghostly thing with a dove-shaped face. They don't talk much, so you can give whatever you like.

Put it in the basket or plate in front of him, and they don't open their eyes and make any noise. You can give them gold bars or iron bars.

People say it even weirder. Some people can't eat their nests for half a year, but they are still not dead, just sitting here.

They are not far from becoming Buddhas. Just look at their faces, as good as stones and dirt. Just like this black thorn, they are all dead.

Stiff. "Some of them," said the pilgrim, "have become living buddhas, which our grandmother saw thirty years ago.

They sit like this! "

But the hut in Tianmu Mountain and the monks in the hut are not so romantic. This hut is completely protected from wind and rain.

The house, the monk is also a lively and fresh person, although he has not reduced his interest in us. He is a tall man,

Dark-faced, slow-moving middle-aged people; He has been a monk for nearly ten years. He sat in Zen Pass three years ago, and now he comes to this mountain hut.

Practice; When he was a layman, he was a businessman, with parents, brothers and sisters, and perhaps his wife; He didn't say

Reasons for becoming a monk in middle age. He only said: "The common cause is too heavy, so it is better to become a monk and follow the Buddha." But from his calm voice and

In his calm manner, we can feel that he is not only worn out in personnel, but also able to distinguish between black and white in thought.

People. His mouth, his eyes, all reveal traces of his inner self-restraint, and the struggle between the devil and Buddha; Said he let the fire kill him.

Extraordinary confessor, credible; You can say he is a prodigal son. He is as colorless as the people in the bell tower,

There are no twists and turns: he is obviously a prisoner who escaped from the color world. Three years of Zen, three years of grass shed, never crushed.

However, the fire of his body never went out. "The common cause is too heavy, so it is better to become a monk and follow the Buddha;" Isn't this exciting?

With deep remorse? I am curious; How do I know what he thinks when he sits up in the middle of the night?

The Buddha told the public that I tasted the Buddha, and if I heard it, I had doubts and regrets.

When I first heard what the Buddha said, I was shocked and annoyed by what the devil said.

But it may seem too Olympic. Those of us who have been baptized by the western outlook on life often think too positively about the importance of being a man and joining the WTO.

I begged and begged and refused to give in. I put my body and heart into the rolling bed of life and didn't ask him to stay.

Leave some juice back; Never give up until you are at the end of your rope, step back and accept the flag; Even admit it.

In order to express despair, he often relies directly on the ontology of existence and takes a few steps back to make progress: Ning

You can commit suicide, simply cut off your life and stay a monk, which is a denial of life. Yes, West Renye Fang made peace with the monk.

Those who are still nuns, such as Appella and Arrow Si Qi, have changed their feelings and their love for others.

For the love of God, the self of knowledge and its activities are still unambiguous; In the east, becoming a monk is a kind of pleading.

The purpose of eliminating feelings and converting to Buddhism or Taoism is to get rid of all traces of self. Let's talk about the concept of becoming a monk or being born

My hometown is Indian, not China, but following Buddhism; This kind of thinking can also happen in India, and scholars have their own kinds.

This philosophical and even physical explanation is also very interesting. How can China tolerate such an idea, in fact?

Being a monk today is no less than before. A friend of mine almost became a young monk recently. This problem is worth studying.

Investigate, because this is obviously not just a question of shallow knowledge or even consciousness, maybe there is a very interesting explanation for this situation.

I don't know what we scholars think, but I am willing to learn.

September of the fifteenth year

Appreciation of Xu Zhimo's Notes on Tianmu Mountain

The title of the book is Notes on Tianmu Mountain. If you say "notes", it is not necessarily related to the mountains, maybe it is just because you are in the mountains.

Just a memory. However, this mountain is not completely irrelevant to the theme of this article. Tianmu Mountain is a scenic spot in the west of Zhejiang, with beautiful mountains and green waters and overlapping peaks.

Lin. As the saying goes, "There are many famous mountains and monks in the world". Tianmu Mountain is of course a famous mountain, so it is closely related to Buddhism and Zen. As an inscription from

We can understand the intention of this article from that poem.

Really, there is a saying that "the mountains can't be quiet": there are pines, bamboos, Feng Xiao and songbirds-"it can't be quiet".

",because there is a" sound ". There is a "sound", but it is not the hum of the secular camp, it is a natural flute sound, pure and clear.

Permeability is a natural sound, which does not pollute people's ears, but makes people feel far-reaching, not static, but static. Write "color" after "sound"-eyes.

Everything you can touch: beautiful sea, sea of clouds, sunshine, moonlight and starlight are not the bustling world of mortals, so there are people everywhere.

Among them, freedom and satisfaction.

After reading this, we seem to feel a little ambitious, but we still suspect that there is a "Buddha" in the distance.

And the word "French sound" is too far away. Until he admired the bells in the mountains and sighed, "Smell the Buddha's soft voice,

Profound and subtle. The simple "bell" sound is an enlightenment to purify the spirit of intellectuals, which contains everything in its arms.

Sleeping peacefully is a big sound, a big picture, with no beginning, no end, no sound and no color.

The focus of this paper is actually to write two figures related to Buddhism, namely two monks in Tianmu Mountain.

Tiny bells from the macro are naturally associated with bell ringers. The clock strikes the hour, day and night, one minute and one second.

Monks have been playing for eleven years without stopping, even meditating every night, soothing their nerves with mallets; There is no trace of practice on his face.

Still tired of insomnia, but there is a comfortable smile; I don't deliberately read any classics or anything, but I only know that I am in the sky, and I am right about this matter.

He doesn't care about details * * * Zhimo designed a wonderful question and answer here * * *-all this reminds us of Buddha.

The classic collection says: "People who transcend doubts, deviate from distress, enjoy nirvana, drive away greed and anger, and guide the world."

Man is the winner of the road. "This winner is also a saint, and Tzu Chi thinks it's him and us.

* * * "Ordinary eyes can't see anything strange".

Worry-free, without wisdom, without wisdom, the sage proves ordinary. This is the highest realm of Buddhism that Zhimo can imagine, but

It is by no means beyond Chi Mo's power. What Zhimo can achieve, that is, what he thinks he can be in, is another kind of monk: him.

It's not as ordinary and distant as the last one, nor is it the kind of penance and herringbone dove face. He lives in a small room,

There are relatives at home who once had wives. As for the reason for going to Buddha, he is only willing to explain it as "the vulgar industry is too heavy"; Other personnel

Wearing on earth, he can distinguish black and white ideologically, and meditation and huts can hardly overwhelm the fire of his flesh. So are monks.

A living person; He may be a penitent, a prodigal son, and a person who fled the internal war in buddha magic.

Prisoner, becoming a monk is only for the liberation of emotions or the elimination of self-traces-this may be like a certain state of mind of Shima himself.

Portrait-such a Buddhist can make Zhimo feel particularly sorry, just like a weather-beaten woman, often more than a girl with bright eyes and white teeth.

God-given soul and truth.

It is difficult to specifically research the mentality of Zhimo when he wrote this article in autumn 2006, and I am afraid it is not necessary. Shimaichi

It is certainly good to be regarded as a poet full of emotion and eager to enter the WTO, but this article does see the poet's heart.

Another level. There is another example for us to say this, that is, Zhimo's famous sentence "Smelling Rites in Tianning Temple in Changzhou"

A tribute to Brahma, a Buddhist.