Buddha

Since birth. People live in the mouth of Buddha. The Buddha's first tear fell on the priest's cheek, so he cut off his own ear and dedicated it to it. The Buddha's second tear fell on the priest's brow, so he dug out his own eyes and dedicated them to it. The third tear of the Buddha fell on the lips of the priest, so he cut off his tongue and offered it to him. … The ninety-nine drops of the Buddha's tears fell in my mouth, just like people were born in the mouth of the Buddha, so they regarded me as their savior. I am free from devotion, but my tongue is no longer mine, it bears the mark of Buddha, and I no longer taste the five flavors. One day, heavy black snow fell in the sky, just like the first log I burned, and I brought disaster. People imprisoned me underground and said I should go to hell. Without the sunshine, I became a small child. I could only stand on tiptoes and look at the green grass outside the gap. I tried my best to get close to the glimmer of light in the gap, as if I was looking at the plum blossoms to quench my thirst. There were tears in my belly, but I had not eaten grains all year round, and no one brought me food, so there were not many guards. Taking advantage of the lax guards, I crawled out of the dog hole I dug and ran onto Houfu Street. This day happens to be the Buddhist Festival. I smelled a bitter and worrying smell, as if my tongue had swallowed tears. Flower petals and gold paper were flying between the sky and the earth. Various festive colors filtered the streets. People danced and surrounded a long-haired young man. This was the first time I saw the Savior. They raised the sharp knives in their hands and gouged out the boy's right eye as if they were tattooing me. In an instant, I recalled the time when I had been able to make waves. It was a world full of blood. The tears of the Buddha gathered into an endless river, but I searched the entire manor and couldn't find a place that could be called a tear gland. So who created the tears, and where did the sadness come from? … I have a broad understanding of life and death, Talk to Zicheng, The heart of a disciple, Don't Buddha understand yet? Intention: Have a cup of tea and tell a story