This sentence is absent-minded, as if an idiot suddenly raised his head, shouted this sentence loudly, and then casually bowed his head.
Liang Kuan is a Japanese monk. He doesn't like "calligrapher's words, chef's dishes and poet's poems" most, because there are too many superficial articles, too much sense of form and lack of connotation and innocence.
Good and broad calligraphy is self-flowing, and every painting is full of the shadow of the soul. Extremely intentional, seemingly casual. He lived a very simple life and often played games with the children. Once he asked the hidden children when they were playing hide-and-seek, "Is this ok?" Wait patiently for the child's "yes" answer. However, at dusk, the children all went home. One night later, at dawn, Liang Kuan was still waiting. When people saw Liang Kuan hiding in the haystack, they asked, "My God! What is the old monk doing here? " "shh!" Liang Kuan quickly stopped the crowd. "Don't let the children find out!"
That year, Liang Kuan left a poem: "Autumn leaves, spring flowers, wild cuckoos, leave something else on earth." This poem intentionally or unintentionally puts common things and common language together, like a strong wind in the sky.
I have nothing to remember and I don't want to leave anything behind. However, after my death, nature is still beautiful. Perhaps this wonderful world is the only memorial I have left in the world!
"I hope Iraqis come all the way. I have no other idea to see them now." This is a wide-ranging love poem. That year, 68-year-old Liang Kuan met a 29-year-old young nun, and they fell in love at first sight. Yes, I met you today, and I have no other thoughts!
Once, a thief walked into Liang Kuan's room and found that it was empty and there was nothing to steal. Liang Kuan took off his clothes and handed them to the uninvited guest: "Take this dress!" "Once again, the monks in Lin Si left generously. It was raining all over the sky outside, and Liang Kuan was very worried: "That man didn't seem to have an umbrella just now! "
In the autumn of 1971, an earthquake of magnitude 8 occurred in Vietnam, killing more than 3,000 people. Afterwards, Liang Kuan sent a letter of condolence to his friend Yamada who was affected by the earthquake: "I am deeply sympathetic to learn that the earthquake has been affected. However, it's better to encounter disaster when it's time to encounter disaster, and it's better to die when it's time to die. This is the best way to escape the disaster. "
Lawyer Zhongyuan in Five Lights Meeting Yuan asked, "Do monks still study hard when practicing?" The teacher said, "study hard." Say, "How to study hard?" The teacher said, "Eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are sleepy." Yue: "People always do this. Do you work hard with the same teacher? "The teacher said," It's different. " Say, "Why is it different?" The teacher said, "He refused to eat when he was eating. He wanted everything. I refuse to sleep, and I care about everything. So it's different. "
Liang Kuan's condolence letter to his friend turned into a letter to persuade him to die. But sleep when you are hungry, sleep when you are sleepy, get cold when you are hot, and get angry when you are cold. There is nothing artificial in nature, and there is no right or wrong choice. Just living, sitting and lying down, packing. Life to death, the same dream!
183 1 year 65438+1October 6, Liang Kuan, a Buddhist monk, died peacefully at his knees under the crowd, hoping that all his friends in Cao An Temple would become monks at the age of 74. Naive poems, rustling and falling.
It is said that the direct cause of death is rectal cancer. This is also suspicious. How can you be infected with rectal cancer, far from being rich?
Looking back, when Jin Shengtan was dying, he wanted to be humorous. He said: "decapitation is very painful. Isn't it strange that there is no experience in the prosperous Tang Dynasty? " Also known as the jailer: "peanuts and dried beans are chewed together and taste like ham." If you get this skill, you will die without regret! "
And the thatched cottage begging for food, simple poverty, no heart and no self, Gankun thatched cottage, life-long rags, the first to experience great happiness. It's not too strange, is it? No regrets!
Living in a grass temple and holding an iron bowl is as wide as flowers in spring, grass in summer, leaves in autumn and snow in winter, which always makes people feel clean and elegant.
The status, wealth and power that the world values and pursues are like morning dew in the eyes of people with wide eyes.
Nowadays, in an era of abundant products, merchants like clouds and money omnipotent, is it necessary to have a religious heart of "kneeling on distant mountains and ringing bells"? Do you still need the childlike interest of "children talking on the road, playing ball from spring to sun, 1234567"? Do you still need that kind of poor pleasure of "three liters of rice in a bag and a pile of wages by the fire"? Do you still need the feeling of "where to know, home is in the white clouds"?
In China Tiantai Sect master's classic Maha View, there is a saying that he is "naive and lonely". It is said that as long as we abandon all kinds of thoughts and desires, we can find innocence in the lively free world. The "letting go" of Taoist Zen master and the "only giving up" of Ren Master all point to the highest level of innocence.
When "nothing" becomes the norm, we will appreciate "yes"; When "being" becomes the norm, it will be indifferent to "nothing". People who are full can hardly be grateful for food; And those who lack food should thank God even if they can only get three liters of rice.
Modern people are less excited at sunset, less pious when they rise to the moon, and less naive in the face of affairs. The river is endless, but it is not the original river. They believe in feelings more than logic; They believe that change is more than truth; They believe in intuition more than abstraction; They believe in mobility more than constancy.
Liang Kuan remained silent all day, begging on the road, sitting quietly in temples, writing poems, and pursuing the highest spiritual realm with the minimum material life. A scholar who has close contacts with Liang Kuan said: "Up and down are self-harmonious, and the room is full of harmony. Although he came back, within a few days, people were in harmony with themselves. Chatting with the teacher, I suddenly felt very quiet. The teacher makes a fire in the kitchen or meditates in the main hall without talking about internal and external classics to persuade goodness. His words don't involve poetry, it's not as good as morality, and you can't describe it. It's just moral education. "
Liang Kuan has a nephew named Numosuke, who is young and romantic. His mother asked Liang Kuan to teach her son a lesson. Liang Kuan stayed at his nephew's house for three days, when he was preparing to return to the temple. Liang Kuan said to his nephew, "Umanosuke! Come and help me tie my sandals! " When Umanosuke bowed his head to help Liang Kuan tie his sandals, he felt something warm dripping on his head. "Strange!" Is that I looked up and found myself in tears, is that I repent, repent. Vulnerability and loneliness are inevitable. We are not afraid, brave or bullied.
"Who asked the myth, what is known as the dust. In the grass temple on a rainy night, my feet are stretched out. " Ha ha! It rains at night, whether it is windy or not, I don't care. Wash and sleep!