I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha, bathed in a quiet Sanskrit, quietly blooming on the River of Worry. The almost still river is clear and clear. The Buddha said that what is forgotten is the joys and sorrows of the world. So, I often looked at those men and women, laughing, crying, happy, sad. I don’t understand why they always laugh less, cry more, be happy less, and be sad more often.
I asked the Buddha, and the Buddha said to me with compassion: Life in the world is a kind of cultivation, and only after seeing through the red dust can we realize the truth. I still don’t understand, Buddha said I don’t need to understand. More often, I quietly fluttered, listening to the wind, watching the rain, drunk moon.
I still remember that morning, a scene I had never seen before appeared to me. Faint, cyan, and gentle things gently enveloped the entire Wangyou River, holding me lovingly, like a Buddha watching me. I only remember the Buddha whispering, sorrow, sorrow. I don’t understand these two words. I asked Buddha what it was, and Buddha said it was fog. I asked the Buddha, what is sin fate, and the Buddha looked at me with pity, as if the fog held me, saying that I always had a day to understand.
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I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha, looking at the world quietly, day after day, watching so many people in samsara again and again, Repeat the story of the previous life. I don’t understand why they are unwilling to give up the red dust when they have the chance to be in front of them. I asked the Buddha, the Buddha loved the water around me, and said you bloom beautifully. I was quietly blooming on the Wangyou River. Year after year, I watched the disintegration of the world. I don’t know how many years have passed, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years. Finally one day, I said to the Buddha, I want to go to the world. The Buddha still looked at me with pity and asked me if I really decided to leave him and go to the world.
I don’t know, I just looked at the Buddha. The Buddha said softly that the destiny of evil is inescapable. Buddha said, not let me drink the water of the forgetful river, let me keep the memory here. Buddha said, he will pick me up. The Buddha said that when I truly got a person’s love, I would pick it up. Buddha said, don’t let me be defiled and hurt. I was about to ask the Buddha what love is. The Buddha held me in my palm and sent me into the red dust.
I became a person, a woman. My mother told me that the lotus bud suddenly appeared in the lotus pond in the big pond in the summer of the year when I was born. On the morning when I was born, the lotus was fully opened, so my father named me Han Han. The mother also said that on the third day after I was born, a high-ranking monk came to see me and said that I had Huigen…. Mother also said that it could be stopped by Dad’s eyes. I didn’t ask, I just listened silently. I know that I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha. I didn’t tell my father and mother. I prefer a touch of purple, and I can always remember that I was a touch of purple when I forgot to worry about the river. I often remember the Sanskrit singing, the breeze, the quiet bamboo, The moon.