He believes in Buddhism. In the summer, I went to the temple to stay for a while, taking advantage of the morning light to burn incense, chant sutras, and copy sutras in front of the window sill covered with albizia flowers. I wore blue clothes, held a small pen with a wolf hair, and dyed my temples with fragrance.
He reads poetry. There is a collection of Bei Dao's poems in the bag I carry with me. I read two pages when I have free time on the set. When I go to sleep, I copy happy sentences on a small note and turn off the desk lamp.
He writes. When I was a child, I was left-handed. When I grew up, I could use pens with both hands. I used to use fountain pens. I signed with a pointed pen. I liked regular script. When time allowed, I signed autographs for fans. Every word was neat and cute, just like copying inscriptions on inscriptions when I was a child...
Pure and dustless, independent from the soft red ten feet away, like Sakyamuni under the Bodhi tree. Jun Yu's favorite appearance.
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