The Most Simple Wish

The small temple in dacha village, I don't know when it started, and the bell tolls again every morning. It's clear and crisp, with a long ending, echoing in Qiuhe's mind for a long time.

Qiuhe's bungalow is only a few steps away from the small temple. She opened her eyes from the small bamboo bed, and pulled the sound of the bell as if it was close to her ears. The sound has been going on for days. If you listen carefully, you can still vaguely hear someone reciting in a soft voice.

After the closing day, isn't the little Buddhist temple closed?

The little Buddhist temple has been quiet for a long time.

Is the Buddhist culture in Dai village back? Who is reciting?

Autumn lotus room small window, rising a morning light, genius slightly bright, is cyan. Autumn lotus pillow arm daze. Looking at the mountain outside the window, my heart drifted to other places.

In the narrow room, except for the sound of the bell, everything was quiet. The whole village is still sleeping. In recent days, the girl Qiuhe always wakes up early. She deeply experienced her quiet life. Think about your value in this world. Every time she lay in bed like this, she could not feel her breathing alive. There was a kind of illusion that her soul floated on her head and examined her body. Sometimes it is another kind of body falling, endless uncomfortable feeling.

She doesn't feel good. Anyway, I can't be happy.

She began to imagine the Buddha in the small temple. If there is evil in people's heart, they should confess to atone for it. If they have a wish, they should pray for the Bodhisattva's manifestation. There is no Buddha in her heart, and she doesn't know what piety is. But at this time today, Qiuhe suddenly wants to put a heart on the golden light.

It's daylight outside. It was still dark in the hut. Qiuhe has been used to the darkness for a long time, and there is no electric light at home. But she's good at working in the dark. A lot of things, she is done in the dark, and in good order. She put on her shoes. Take out a thread of incense from the corner and go out to the small temple.

"If you can bless my grandfather's health and my grandmother's constant nagging in my ear, you can either annoy me or scold me. Qiuhe comes to burn a Buddhist incense for you every day. Qiuhe will come to pray every day. Whether it's rain or wind. Spring, autumn, winter, summer. Autumn lotus will come. I use the money from picking mushrooms to exchange for the incense of Buddha for you. "

"Grandfather can't get out of bed, but he's not confused. He can understand Qiu He's eyes and expression. He knows Qiu He's love for his grandfather. Grandma is old too. She worries about the condition of tea terraces all day. In fact, I'm also worried, because that's the only thing our family can rely on. We only have tea fields left in our family. But Qiuhe doesn't have a lot of requests. Let the life go on like this. It's hard to make mistakes. I'm worried that something bad will happen to our family. "

"Bless Qiu He, too. She's still young... And... Bless a Liang. I saw him walking far away from the path in the village. I have never seen him again in these days. "

Qiu he worships the open door of the temple. The sound of bells and recitations inside is clearer. She fingertips with a thin Buddhist incense, said to herself. Put the incense in the censer outside the small temple. He looked in the door for a while and didn't want to leave for a long time.

She was curious about what it was like in the small temple. She had never been in it. You can only feel the quiet and solemn inside the temple from the outside. She wants to go in and learn Dai Buddhist culture. It's a pity that she is a girl and can't become a monk.

Autumn lotus slants head to recollect. Since the closing day, the gate of the temple has been closed. The ash in the censer was drenched by the rain, and gradually evaporated. It was clean inside. Only one of the Buddhist incense she lit is falling. She can realize how lonely the temple is when it is quiet, just like her autumn lotus. And the temple where some people burn incense and recite it tends to be beautiful. She likes to listen to the clear sound of bell duo.

The temple opened again a few days ago. To be exact, it was the second day after the meeting between the village leader and Tao Huizhen.

The youngest son of the village elder, who had been a monk for three years and returned to the secular life as a child, is now a Dai man in his fifties. After a long night's talk with his father, he decided to continue the incense of the small temple.

Temples are part of Dai culture. Don't give up. There are no eminent monks preaching in the temple, so the younger son of the village elder preaches by himself. No one in the temple heard the story of becoming a Buddha, so the youngest son of the village old man recited it himself. Ring your own bell. Sweep the courtyard alone, and offer incense alone.

All of his perseverance and persistence came from the night when he was old and chatted with him all night.

He remembers that his father mentioned Tao Huizhen like this: teacher Tao is an excellent young man. She is a member of compulsory education and contemporary Chinese culture. There is no rejection of national traditional culture. There is no rejection of folklore. It also said that there was no conflict between the two. She also said the State supports the protection of intangible cultural heritage. People who contribute to this kind of inheritance are worthy of respect.

Of course, one of the most favorite words of Zhailao was Tao Huizhen's sincere saying at that time: "only by learning other cultures, can we know how to protect traditional culture better, right?" This question, let the village old quite aftertaste. He was very grateful to Tao Huizhen for saying that. Tao Huizhen is a good young man who will speak from the other side's standpoint.

Qiu He sat on the roadside at the gate of the temple. This morning, she had nothing to do. This autumn, she is 14 years old and looks like a big girl. The cheek may still be young, but the expression has the trace of years. She is not as childlike as most children, but has a pair of deep eyes that can look at adults.

Getting along with her will not make people feel that she is still a little boy. All of a sudden, it will give people the illusion that her child's body is filled with adult soul.

She had a scratch on her cheek under her left eye. It was the second time she went to the depths of dacha mountain to see the Green Peacock.

The right index finger has not yet recovered, which is the injury left by catching a big fish in the stream.

Qiuhe looks up at the sky in Dai village. The high clouds made her feel dizzy for a moment. That kind of faint feeling is quite wonderful, can temporarily forget a lot of things. She squinted and looked at the morning light behind from the crown of a tree at the gate of the temple. Light and shadow interlace, resulting in a bizarre dingdar effect, autumn lotus feel that this is a gift of nature to enjoy. But she soon looked sad.