I accidentally saw a video in which a monk talked about his experience in a Buddhist academy. Out of curiosity and because I had nothing to do, I casually read on. I have never been close to a monk, and I didn't know that their life is so hard and their requirements are so strict. Some are almost unbearable. (For example, you have to wear three sets of clothes inside and outside in the middle of summer.) If this kind of thing happened to us, we would have rebelled long ago, and we would not stop until we were turned upside down. However, the monks there behave themselves well, and those who occasionally break the rules are punished. Kneel on the bluestone.
If it were us, we would definitely be happy to leave such a ghost place! I will definitely complain if I get the chance, what a pervert there is! I think this is all for sure, and I wouldn't be able to stop doing it. But this monk is called Master Chuan Sheng. But he was very grateful to the great monk in the Buddhist academy. He told us how hard it had been during the three years of the epidemic. No lay monks came, so there was no support. It is very, very difficult for Master to worry about their food and clothing. He said a lot, all of which were words of gratitude and words of putting himself in others' shoes. This video made me think a lot. So I wrote this essay to commemorate this lecture.
Intention: bright, grateful