The old gramophone crackled as it turned, beginning a song. Soon, the theatrical melody, steeped in the flavor of another age, drifted through the courtyard.
The person inside sang, “Once they’re gone, they’re hard to meet again. It must be no trick of gods or ghosts.”
“If, when worshipping Buddha, you can see that all forms are not forms, then you will see the Tathagata.”
He Xizhou had no idea where he’d come across those words, but whenever he prayed to Buddha, his heart was utterly devout.
*“Once they’re gone, they’re hard to meet again. It must be no trick of gods or ghosts. My brows and heart conceal a pain unlike any other.” From Tang Xianzu’s The Peony Pavilion: The Soul’s Departure.
*“If, when worshipping Buddha, you can see that all forms are not forms, then you will see the Tathagata.” From the Diamond Sutra.
Theme: Will we meet again?
En, teacher, I changed my account and came back, the big baboon is also me🌚
Teacher, are you really not going to continue writing?
Beijing? It's neither big nor big, nor small nor small.