The Most Simple Wish

The golden roof of the small temple is exposed in the dense bamboo forest, and is full of golden light in the early morning. The top of the pagoda in the main hall is white and sometimes plated with gold paint. It is the highest building of the small temple, on which various forms of Buddha are embossed. The top is thin and sharp, and it arcs into the sky. The wind chimes hanging in the four corners of the small temple swayed gently in the breeze, and uttered almost indisputable whispers.

There is a thin morning mist in dacha village. There is a hole open in the gate of the small temple. The youngest son of the village elder is sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard. Behind him, there is a crude Buddhist temple, like the eroded remains of the years. The temple is in disrepair, the details are full of holes, and the red paint peels off. In autumn, it stands aloof in the Buddhist temple, but still exudes a solemn atmosphere. From the temple, the sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures, accompanied by the sound of bell duo, came faintly.

Tao Huizhen got up a dance in the morning. After practicing her basic skills, she found a thread and walked to the end of dacha village. She stopped in front of the little temple that people seldom pay attention to. She inserted the incense into the censer at the door and gazed at the white smoke of the incense burning and twisting for a while.

She was thinking, what kind of mentality was she holding when she came to the door of the small temple? When she does this, what is her long cherished wish? She has been outside the temple more than once. Today she has to make an end.

It has happened that yanhanhan came to the small temple to study the Dai traditional Buddhist culture. Although in her heart, she can't hide herself, she hopes that yanhanhan can stay in dachacun primary school for six years. This is what it's up to you as a branch teacher. However, in the choice of this matter, she can't ignore the inheritance of Dai traditional Buddhist culture, and she doesn't want to see the traditional culture of Dai Village wither day by day. Today, many traditional cultures need to be listed in the protection list to survive. It's very rare for someone to have the idea of inheritance and devote themselves to forming a part of Chinese traditional culture based on the spirit of inheritance. Some people come into contact with new things in order to take a step forward. Others are full of steps in order to settle down the long-standing Millennium culture. They taste carefully and feel the lasting fragrance. This is what the world should be like. There are things that should be done by someone. Maybe Tao Huizhen was just unwilling. At the beginning, yanhanhan's father just informed her that yanhanhan was going to practice in the Buddhist temple, and then there was no following. Since then, Tao Huizhen has been looking for an opportunity to have a chat with yanhanhan alone. She wants to know the boy's personal thoughts, but she has not found an opportunity. Perhaps she just wanted to give up a wish, a teacher and his students to say goodbye, say so one or two words later on the journey of life. That's it.

As time goes by, Tao Huizhen stands facing the censer and the outer door of the temple. She was calm and motionless, as if confessing in front of the Buddha. She just wanted to wait for an answer. She came all the way from the north to the south to work as a teacher, not to see her students, one by one confused to leave, not to be.

The sun is rising. Qiuhe sees Tao Huizhen's back in her yard. She is going to dachacun primary school to study today's two-hour course. After noticing Tao Huizhen, she waited silently in the distance.

The sound of chanting in the temple came slowly, and the sound became much clearer. For example, when a certain door was pushed open, the sound also lost its bondage and poured out. Tao Huizhen's eyes suddenly widened. Looking from the gate, you can see the red door of the Buddha Hall inside, which opens a gap, and the content inside is faintly visible.

Tao Huizhen stares at the other door in the gate. The angle formed by the two doors just blocks most of her sight. There is only one angle, just like looking in from the crack of the door, she can barely see some. She saw yanhanzi. He was dressed in a golden robe and shaved his hair. He rang the bell in the hall, recited the Scriptures, and closed his eyes. He looks very devout, and has entered into the practice wholeheartedly. It seems that he is now a disciple of the village's youngest son.

Tao Huizhen watched quietly for a few minutes and understood what she had learned. He nodded to himself and kept retreating. In the past, the dull image of Yanhan in the classroom emerged in my mind. He can't be compared with the present atmosphere full of peace of mind. Maybe yanhanhan really belongs here and in this Buddhist temple. He is really immersed in this kind of environment. When Tao Huizhen saw this with her own eyes, all her regrets disappeared.

This may be a better choice for yanhanhan. After he has practiced, he can choose to continue to study.

Tao Huizhen rubbed her eyes, retreated from the temple, turned around and walked towards dachacun primary school. The voice of lingduo in her ear became more and more thin, and she could not hear the last point.

Qiu He is not far behind the teacher. She went to the place where Tao Huizhen had just stood and looked inside. The red door has been closed. She was stunned here for a while, wondering what Tao Huizhen thought at that time and that moment. She completely into, a pair of big eyes looking at the top of the small temple, the heart is floating to the unknown distance.

Floating in the clouds, she just stood.

It suddenly occurred to Qiuhe that Tao Huizhen was wearing a skirt that she had brought from the city. Her legs, which were born for dancing, were shaking under the skirt. But on the left side of the leg, near the ankle, there were a few scratches that she couldn't bear to see. It's a nail in the corner of the podium in the school building. Mr. Tao said the platform couldn't be repaired completely. As a teacher, she wanted to have a platform and look like it. I'm not afraid of being scratched many times.

Back to her senses, Qiuhe found a thread of incense in her cloth pocket and put it into the censer. After praying, she left with a very simple cloth pocket on her back.