Stepping into the vermilion courtyard wall, the first thing that caught my eye was the smoky gray back, sweeping the golden floor with a broom. Among the sparse crowd, the graceful back looked a little lonely and desolate in the distance. When I passed by her gently, I raised my eyes and looked at her instantly. I was so surprised that I gradually I paused, with such a delicate face covered by the white washed monk's robes, and her crystal clear eyes without any ripples. I looked at her in a daze. What had happened to make such a delicate person willing to hide in this deep courtyard, and what made these eyes so desireless and still, I was thinking and searching. , The footsteps behind me disrupted my thoughts and disturbed the smear of soot. Our eyes were scattered. She continued to sweep the fallen leaves, and I continued to go deeper. When I returned, I deliberately turned back to the place where we met. The smear of ash was missing, leaving only a pile of yellow leaves. I was slightly disappointed, but the moment I just left the compound, the smear of soot Holding the broom and leaning on the stone under the bodhi tree, with a pile of yellow leaves in front of her, she looked a little thin from a distance. I still walked over gently, but she still heard my footsteps, looked up at me and was ready to leave at any time. I walked over and sat next to her, and couldn't help but say, 'Can you sit with me for a while? ' This sentence startled me, and maybe she too, because I saw her hand holding the broom tremble slightly. The first words of a stranger who met for the first time were so domineering and gentle. Is this the so-called feeling like old friends at first sight? She continued to look at me, her eyes calm, and said softly: "Donor, you have no connection with Buddha, why bother?"
Intention: Deep feelings are always hurt by others