Walking, Percussing and Meditating
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Walking and knocking on the Zen
My little thoughts. Two years ago, my grandfather was terminally ill. It was the autumnal equinox at that time, which happened to be the time when the autumn wind was bleak. Their home is on the edge of a bamboo forest, with ponds in front and behind. Because of the discharge of sewage, several lotus plants were planted in the pond. The multiplication speed of the lotus stems was particularly amazing, and the entire pond was filled with plants at once. Everyone thought that lotus could purify water anyway, so they didn't care much about it. The neighbor who lived nearby was not happy. The ponds were changed every three years. Why should I pay for the fish to be suffocated to death? Seeing that everyone was used to it, it took him a long time to have an attack. He hurriedly spent hundreds of dollars to clean up the mud and tender stems in the pond. Around the end of September, the withered lotuses were still standing weakly in the middle of the water, listlessly announcing the arrival of death. Everyone had fished out the lotus pods, leaving only a few unsatisfactory ones. My mother pushed my grandfather's wheelchair and took a walk by the pond. I was no longer accompanying him, and my mind had gone far away. After my grandpa passed away, I also went to work far away. My grandma always missed me and my sister, and would bring us food from time to time, but neither of us could survive it. We were always obsessed with some past events, and we didn't go back for a long time. Later, I fell in love with incense and watched the red silk ribbons fluttering on the magnolia tree. I also wrote a wish, hoping that the dull sound of the chime bell could send my best wishes to places that could not be reached. I cried every day, as if I had done something wrong, and could not calm down for a long time. Until everything slowly started to improve, I returned to my old business, conveying the long-suppressed emotions into the book, and then slowly transformed them into the aging of time.
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Walking and knocking on the Zen
My little thoughts. Two years ago, my grandfather was terminally ill. It was the autumnal equinox at that time, which happened to be the time when the autumn wind was bleak. Their home is on the edge of a bamboo forest, with ponds in front and behind. Because of the discharge of sewage, several lotus plants were planted in the pond. The multiplication speed of the lotus stems was particularly amazing, and the entire pond was filled with plants at once. Everyone thought that lotus could purify water anyway, so they didn't care much about it. The neighbor who lived nearby was not happy. The ponds were changed every three years. Why should I pay for the fish to be suffocated to death? Seeing that everyone was used to it, it took him a long time to have an attack. He hurriedly spent hundreds of dollars to clean up the mud and tender stems in the pond. Around the end of September, the withered lotuses were still standing weakly in the middle of the water, listlessly announcing the arrival of death. Everyone had fished out the lotus pods, leaving only a few unsatisfactory ones. My mother pushed my grandfather's wheelchair and took a walk by the pond. I was no longer accompanying him, and my mind had gone far away. After my grandpa passed away, I also went to work far away. My grandma always missed me and my sister, and would bring us food from time to time, but neither of us could survive it. We were always obsessed with some past events, and we didn't go back for a long time. Later, I fell in love with incense and watched the red silk ribbons fluttering on the magnolia tree. I also wrote a wish, hoping that the dull sound of the chime bell could send my best wishes to places that could not be reached. I cried every day, as if I had done something wrong, and could not calm down for a long time. Until everything slowly started to improve, I returned to my old business, conveying the long-suppressed emotions into the book, and then slowly transformed them into the aging of time.
