A tear in front of the Buddha, a lotus in front of the Buddha classic prose

I am a tear you shed in front of the Buddha, feeling the profundity of the Dharma, listening to the teachings of the Buddha, gradually becoming spiritual, turning into today's human form, through the guidance of the Buddha, came to the world for you in this life.

After thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of loneliness, he finally turned into a human form and came to the world, trekking through mountains and rivers for the fate of the past, just to find the dream that has been waiting for a thousand years in this life.

When the cool breeze and the autumn rain are together, when the yellow leaves and the morning dew depend on each other, when the cold moon is a common glow, when the geese also begin to return to the south, when everything is no longer everything again, I am still floating alone for you...

Every time I wake up from a dream, my ears will always echo the words of the Buddha when he was leaving, you were originally a tear, after thousands of years of waiting for the illusion, you have no past life, no afterlife, you are just a tear.

Because you are a tear, so your life will be full of sadness, you have to have the courage to face it, everything is cause and effect, there is a cause and effect, just remember that you are a tear.

So you can't cry, and once you cry, your tears will melt you into a tear and you will never come again. I am just a tear, there is no past life and no afterlife, full of sadness for the former you after thousands of years of waiting before you came to the world in human form, in order to find you in this life, to find my thousand years of dreams.

Unconsciously, there is a crystal thing in front of me, it turned out to be a dew drop hanging on the leaves, through the refraction of the starlight, I seem to see the shadow of you and me, and I imagined that a thousand years later, it became amber, so I took it and hung it on my chest, so I didn't dare to blink, for fear of breaking you, shattering my dream of a thousand years...

In that twilight back, where the lights are dim, I finally see you, find my thousand-year-old dream, so I approach you, tell you everything about me, think you will be moved, think you will... Your indifference deterred me, your words made me sad, you said that tear was for don't**...

It turns out that I am just a tear you shed for others, it turns out that everything is my wishful thinking, and it turns out that my thousand-year-old dream is actually empty today.

It turns out that I am just a tear, and I have no capital to love at all, and everything that is, as the Buddha said, has a cause and must have an effect.

Suddenly, a tear slipped from the corner of my eye, slowly flowing to my whole body, slowly melting myself, and since then it has broken you and my thousand-year-old dream.

When the sun comes out, the tears are evaporated and disappear invisibly...

It turns out that tears are just tears...

Xu Zhimo's love poems are touching and timeless, and share them with literary friends You go first, I stand here and look at you, take your steps lightly, don't let the dust rise, I want to recognize your distant figure, until the distance makes me recognize you clearly. ......You go" Xu Zhimo.

In my previous life, I was a lotus in front of the Buddha, solemn but elegant!

In the previous life, I was a lotus in front of the Buddha, the flower heart hides the mystery of the past life, I don't like the Buddha Hall, although it is fragrant, but with sadness, I incarnate in the world, and the lotus, has a 500-year relationship.

A friend brought me a local water lily from a different place, and I raised it in Clearwater Bay in my hometown. With the morning dew of every morning sun, with the twilight of every dusk, its roots stretch out to the soil in the water day by day, and it is like a newborn baby, sucking the nourishment of Clear Water Bay. Gradually, it made a home in Clear Water Bay.

Every hot one. In the summer, I would visit it secretly in the morning dew, for fear that my messy steps would disturb its morning-like dreams. When the first rays of sunlight in the morning are scattered in Clear Water Bay, the water in Clear Water Bay also becomes soft, it is like a loving mother, taking care of her child, its pity like a look, rippling in the lake.

At this point, I hid and wandered on the shore not far away.

I have a relationship with Lotus for 500 years in my previous life. I raised it in the clear water bay of my hometown, just like my love for my hometown, I want to leave the most beautiful things to my hometown. I want to leave it to the clear water bay of my hometown, to everyone who walks by it;I want to send it into the hands of nature, back to Mother Earth;I want to send it to heaven, to the Buddha.

In the previous life, I was a dusty woman in the fireworks place, inadvertently, I met the lotus in front of the Buddha, just like the dew shaken down by the morning breeze, even if it was only a moment of preciousness, since then, the fragrance is deeply rooted in the heart, just like the solidified Zhaoye potato slices, never forget.

In my previous life, I was a lotus in front of the Buddha, although it grew in the mortal world, but it opened in the hearts of the world;In my previous life, I was a wisp of smoke in the world, and I was in the mortal world, but I lit fireworks in heaven.

I am a lotus in front of the Buddha, the Buddha allowed me to come to the world, take root and sprout, I bloomed in the earthly world, and the fragrance is filled with the same thoughts of the previous life.

There are thousands of regrets in the world, and there will always be one life that will not be missed again. Whether it is to love or be loved, passerby A and passerby B, there is always one who is destined to leave, and what we miss is nothing more than the fireworks-like wrong love in life.

In this life, the Buddha will not allow you to leave me!

A Buddha is a mountain, and a mountain is a Buddha.

In a flash of inspiration, I seemed to understand the Buddha.

The Buddha was originally a human being, a standing person. Don't look at the Buddha statues we see, most of them are sitting cross-legged, as if they are only external.

Internal. It is the heart, the Buddha's heart is standing, and the Buddha's heart stands between heaven and earth. The Buddha we see is contemplating the mind with his hands and showing his mind with his hands.

Isn't there such a saying? Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. The Buddha is looking at what you have done.

The knife itself is a thing in the world, and there is nothing wrong with it. Slaughter is sin, and letting go is good. It was the Buddha who saved himself, but to put it bluntly, he saved himself and infiltrated himself.

Buddhism is boundless, and people's hearts are wider than the ocean than the sky, so why bother to drill the horns of the bull alone?

A Buddha is a human being, but he is not a human being. It's things, it's possessions, and you see that Verdo is like a dollar. People in the world sell the Buddha and seek to be promoted and make a fortune; Those who become officials ask for more officials and promotions; If you have sinned, please ask my Buddha to bless you.

If you just blindly ask, without love, without kindness, how can you think of any kindness? Someone made a wish to reshape the golden body of the Buddha. Speaking of which, isn't it actually just money?

In the eyes of the laity, the Buddha is not a person, but a thing or money. Medium trapped rock.

The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is turned back. There is no doubt that the material world is full of material, money, beautiful women, people's desires are boundless, and people's hearts have been swimming in the world of flowers, and it is inevitable that the boat will capsize. To turn back is to return to the human roots, throw away the captured hard goods, and pick up the soft part of the lost human nature.

People are originally Buddhas, but sometimes they fail to keep their hearts, and they become things, and even things are not as good as things.

The heart of the Buddha is the human heart, and it is best to ask yourself first to worship the Buddha. Do you really believe in Buddhism? Do you still believe in your own heart?

The boat passes under the bridge, and the man swims in the painting. A scene without love is not called a painting, and there is no spiritual enjoyment, how can it be called upstream?

Looking back at the Buddha character created by the ancestors, I understand that everything is in plain sight. The nagging is disturbed.