Lost

I traveled all over the hills and rivers, villages and fields, looking in the woods and calling in the valleys. There were my footprints, but there was no me anywhere. I am lost in the path of the world, and I can’t find myself again. I sat under an old Zhangshu on the hillside and cried like a lost child missing his mother. Does a man also have a weak side? The sun sifted the green shadow from the Crown of the old camphora tree. Vaguely, I saw myself stopping to enjoy the cool. I stretched out my hand to catch it. A spring breeze blew the shadow of the tree again. I only hold a wind without any clue. The wind flows in the fingers, as cool as water, as smooth as fish, and as fast as time. Wind in my fist 1.1 point flow, I am full of sad, is sprawled. On a small river that I often walk by, I saw the spring grass growing, and I forgot to leave. In the ripples of chengbi, I saw my own shadow again. I took off my shoes, rolled up my trouser legs, and went into the water to pull my shadow. With a stroke of hand, the shadow dispersed again and turned into a small swimming fish, swimming towards the grass. There is nothing in my hands, not even a drop of water. The peach blossoms in the village blossomed, reflecting the clouds on the horizon. I approached peach blossom and saw myself painting with a pen. I walked over in surprise and patted the painter’s shoulder. With a buzzing sound, the painter dispersed, turned into a swarm of bees, flew away, and dispersed into the endless sea of flowers. The bees crawl in the flowers, sucking the fragrant nectar. Completely ignoring my existence. I stretched out my hand to catch bees, trying to gather them together. But I can’t catch up with them. They have trillion bodies, but I only have two hands. I felt tired and sat on the stone steps of the ancestral temple at the village head, sighing. I dreamed that I was old, stumbling with gray beard. I turned around and looked behind me. A line of crooked footprints was full of weeds. Time smeared my traces. I walked here and painted it over there. My back was cold, my legs trembled, and I felt unprecedented fear. I lost my soul, and the years smeared my traces of existence. There was me in the vast world. I was lost in my confusion in my own time and space. I walked to Guanghua Temple in Dongjian village, and along the broad passage, I saw the Avalokitesvara standing in front of me. Avalokitesvara stood bare feet, white clothes fluttering. There are birds flying on the left and red lotus flowers on the right. I stopped and watched for a long time, seeing and being magical, just like seeing a beautiful woman and a good friend. Guanyin asked: why did the benefactor come? I walked forward and answered: go back to the master, come for me. Guanyin said: people have five bodies, each of which is famous. If there is me, then I have nowhere to find. If there is no me, then the mountains and the Earth, the clouds and the grass are all my true self. I asked again: as a great scholar said, there is no real self between the heaven and the Earth? Avalokitesvara said: No, no, I am not real, I am a breath, always leading the world. Please remember that I am in your heart, and I am lost on the way you are looking! After saying these words, the purple light flashed, and the Avalokitesvara suddenly went away, nowhere to be found. The sun was shining and the mountain flowers were burning. The stone steps under my feet were covered with clear moss and tree shadows. The sky was shining and floating, and the birds were ringing. I saw a curved mountain road leading to the secular world. I picked up my spirit again, picked up my brisk steps and walked forward. Like (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow in spring

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