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When I was a child, I was weak because my family was poor. I didn't enter school until I was nine years old. Because the family is poor and weak, mother sometimes

I wanted to teach me to go to school, but I was afraid of being bullied by others and couldn't afford the tuition. I didn't pay it until I was nine years old.

Know a word. Perhaps, I will never have a chance to study. Because my mother knows the importance of reading.

Yes, but the tuition fee of three or four times a month really embarrassed her. Mom is the person who loves face the most. She hesitated.

Sure, time waits for no one. I may grow to be in my teens. A poor teenager.

And illiterate children will naturally do some small business-get a small basket and sell peanuts, boiled peas, or cherry blossoms.

Peaches or something. Or an apprentice. My mother loves me very much, but if I can be an apprentice or walk along the street with a basket.

Selling cherries, earning hundreds of dollars a day, she may not be firmly opposed. Poverty is more powerful than love.

One day, Uncle Liu came by chance. I say "by chance" because he doesn't often come to see us. He is a Polish.

A rich man, although there is no distinction between rich and poor in his heart, his wealth keeps him busy all day and has little time.

Come and see the poor friends. On entering the door, he saw me. "How old is this child? Did you go to school? " He asked my mother.

His voice is so loud (he often boasts that he learned to shout Yu Zhenting's Leopard after drinking) and his clothes.

It is so gorgeous, my eyes are so bright, my face and hands are so white and fat, which makes me feel that I am probably guilty.

What crime? Our hut, broken tables, broken stools and heatable adobe sleeping platform can hardly resist the vibration of his voice. Wait for my mother to come back.

After uncle Liu answered, he immediately decided: "I will come tomorrow morning and take him to school to learn money and books." You don't have to be a big sister. "

Tube! "My heart is beating very high, who knows what the school is all about!

The next day, I followed the rich man to school like a disgraced puppy. This school is an improvement.

Private school, in a Taoist temple more than half a mile from my home. The temple is not very big, but it is full of various smells: first,

There was a strong smell of smoke when I entered the mountain gate, followed by the smell of saccharin (there was a workshop for making sugar balls and lumps), and then I left.

In the room, the smell is the toilet, and there are other smells. The school is in the main hall, and there are Taoists and Taoists living in huts on both sides of the main hall.

Family members. It was dark and cold in the hall. The statue is covered with yellow cloth, and the memorial tablet of Confucius is on the table. student

Sit facing west, thirty people a * * *. There is a blackboard in the west wall-this is an "improved" private school. teacher

Li is a middle-aged man who is very old-fashioned and caring. Uncle Liu and Teacher Li "roared" and then taught me.

Worship saints and teachers. The teacher gave me a copy of Rhyme of the Earth and a copy of Amethyst. So, I became

Students.

Since I became a student, I often go to Uncle Liu's house. His house has two big yards, the courtyard.

Dozens of houses are outside the gallery 2. At the back of the yard, there is a fairly large garden. He is around the house.

Houses, those houses can occupy half a street if they are arranged neatly. Besides, he has several shops.

Whenever I go, he will invite me to dinner or give me some snacks that I have never seen before. He will never think of me as a ...

The bitter child gave me the cold shoulder. He is a rich uncle, but he is not proud of being rich.

When I transferred from a private school to a public school, Uncle Liu came to help me again. At this time, his property has grown.

Half out of control. He is a rich man. He only knows how to spend money, not how to calculate it. People eat him and he is willing to teach them.

Eat; He smiled when people lied to him. Some of his property was sold and some people cheated him.

He doesn't care; His laughter is still loud.

By the time I graduated from middle school, he was as poor as a church mouse, and he had nothing but that flower.

Garden. However, at this time, if he is willing to use his mind to adjust the industry, he can still teach himself.

He has no worries about food and clothing, because many of his possessions have been cheated by others. However, he refused to hire a lawyer, and he was poor and

Wealth is the same in his mind. If he stops spending money casually at this time, at least he can keep it.

Gardens and properties outside the city. However, he is so kind. Although his own children are suffering from hunger and cold, although he has been

After suffering, he still went to run schools, porridge factories and other charities for poor children. He forgot himself. Right here.

At that time, my relationship with him was the closest. He started a school for poor children, and I will be a volunteer teacher. He gives food and I help.

Busy with investigation and distribution. In my heart, I know very well that distributing food and money is only to prolong the suffering of the poor.

In the meantime, it is not enough to stop death. However, seeing that Uncle Liu is so enthusiastic and sincere, I can't consider talking to him.

Debate, still have to do something, even if I argue with him, I won't win, and human feelings are often defeated.

Wise. Before I went abroad, Uncle Liu's son died. Then, his garden began. He entered the temple.

As a monk, his wife and young lady are nuns. Judging from his personality, it seems destined to enter a road of avoiding the world and learning Zen.

But according to his living habits, people always think that he can only recite scriptures and give alms to monks and Taoists, but

I will never be banned from becoming a monk. He actually left home. In the past, he ate delicious food and wore silk and satin.

He also whores and gambles.

Now, he wears a shabu robe every day in autumn. After such a confession, his face was still red and he smiled.

It's still loud I dare not say how much he knows about Buddhism. I really know that he is a good monk,

He does a little if he knows a little, and a little if he can. His knowledge may not be high, but what he knows

This can be seen in practice.

After becoming a monk, he soon became the abbot of a big temple. But it wasn't long before he was fired. he is

He wants to be a real monk, so he doesn't sell temple property to help the poor. We don't want such an abbot in our temple. Generally speaking, Fang

Zhang's responsibility is to expand the temple property, not to save the suffering. Leaving the temple, he went to a building without any industry.

Be an abbot in a temple. Because he has no money, he has to find food for the monks every day, and he also holds porridge.

Factories and other charities. He is poor, he is busy and only eats a simple vegetarian meal every day, but his laughter is still there.

Yao Hongliang. There should be no Buddhism in his temple. When someone came to invite him, he led the monk to send him scriptures, not to.

Pay. He was not in the temple all day, but he did not forget to practice; He kept the precepts more and more strictly, and he also had a deep understanding of Confucian classics.

Get it. He raises money everywhere during the day and works in a small room at night. No one expected to see that broken monk.

He used to be a rich uncle who grew up in gold.

Last year, one day he was chanting to a dead monk when he suddenly closed his eyes and sat down. fire

Many relics were found on him after the funeral.

Without him, I may never go to school. Without him, I may never remember to help others.

What's the fun and significance? Did he really become a Buddha? I don't know, but I believe his intentions.

Words and deeds are similar to those of Buddha. I have benefited from him both spiritually and materially, and now I really hope that he is true.

I have become a Buddha, and I hope he will lead me to do good deeds with Buddha's heart, just as he dragged me to a private school 35 years ago.

Over there!

He is Master Zong Yue.

withdraw cash

I tell you, second brother, the people of China are great. Take the bank for example, Second Brother, the smallest bank in China.

Better than abroad, and it won't hurt you. Listen, second brother, I slept in the bank last night. I tell you.

Your second brother can't do it in a foreign bank.

I went abroad that year. Didn't you say I followed foreign devils? Second brother, you are so prescient. Or take money

Come on, I saw it with my own eyes. Foreign devils can't catch up with the Chinese after studying for another hundred years. Foreign devils are not enough. like this

Come on, second brother, I took a check for ten pounds to withdraw money from other places. As soon as you enter the door of the bank, it is the counter.

There are no shiny brass railings on the counter, and there are no bronze medals of any size. Look, second brother, what's the difference between this and the oil and salt shop?

No? There are not enough pies. Talk about people. There are several people standing in the counter, all just combing their hair and washing their faces.

Laughing; How cheap this is! Give the check to any one of them, and anyone will ask you good morning or good afternoon first; There are not enough pies.

Yes! Look at the check and ask, "How? Sir! " Still smiling. What kind of business?

Is anybody there? ! Calling "sir" is not enough, but you must laugh, foreign devil temper! I said, second brother: "four ones."

A pound, a five pound, a pound zero; Arguably, there are two kinds of change and money, second brother, ten pounds.

Don't you hate this nonsense, if you are a bank buddy? Guess what, second brother, Yang

The devil laughed even lower, as if he should share the trouble, drink and get books from under the counter.

Brush and write; When I finished writing, I reached out again. Money is money, tickets are tickets. I gave it to me without blinking.

Count it out; Then: "please order a little, sir!" " "Another big' Sir', cheap, I don't know how to buy it.

Sales rules! After counting the money, I was shocked, as if I had forgotten something. By the way, I haven't forgotten anything.

It's strange that foreign devil officers-let alone big banks-are so fast. Where is the funeral? Damn it!

Yes!

Second brother, in China or in banks. What a nice pie! Didn't I say I went to withdraw money yesterday? Go at eight in the morning

Yes, because it is hot now, the bank opens at eight o'clock; Save the working people early at noon; we

You must pay attention to everything. Everyone has a servant who can serve but can't, right? When I got to the bank, people really opened it.

When I opened the door, I said to myself, second brother, it is really unacceptable to say that you can open the door when it is hot.

Yi. In fact, people have to stare blankly for a day, isn't it that no one can control it? I walked in while enjoying it. Drink,

The big electric fan suddenly blew, and people were already sitting firmly in their seats, smoking cigarettes and ringing the tea bell.

Great, like a group of emperors. That's very elegant. As soon as I saw it, I was embarrassed to go. I didn't scream on a hot day.

Taking a break is a bit ungrateful. But I went after all, second brother, because I was afraid that people would kick me out.

Go out; People look at me as if I'm okay. Why didn't I get kicked out? He is a bank, not a teahouse, so he can go out at will.

Enter. I went there and slowly put the check on the counter. Of course, nobody cares about me. One of them looked at me.

At first glance, I was very happy; It's not easy to take a look at me in hot weather. Second brother, I'll be ready when I arrive: first

Stand on your left leg independently. If you are tired, you can change your legs. My left leg stood for ten minutes, and my leg was very happy.

Really strong. After supporting for 12 minutes, to change legs, a right golden rooster came. Neither is the right leg.

Weak, I am happier, dark and refreshing. Let a monkey chew a peach. I just stood on my head along the counter for a few minutes.

Turn over, everyone did not move, I turned over a dozen somersaults and hit a few whirlwind feet. Just stand firm. Come here.

One; I said to myself: I haven't practiced two sets of boxing yet: so fast? If that gentleman dares to come and complain, I'll make it up.

Two sets of fists. After practicing boxing, I sweated a little, which was very enjoyable. And stood for a while, panting, while enjoying the big.

Home style-really stable! I really want to give them a drink. At 8: 40, a man came over, his face was going to rain and his eyebrows were raised.

Hair is covered with dark clouds. I feel sad when I look at it. The hot weather has caused trouble to others. He looked at the check.

At first glance, he looked at me again, as if he decided that I was not like my brother and a check. I really want to sign my forehead.

Words. He took the check and threw me a small bronze medal. I said bluntly, "No, no! today

If the weather is not suitable, I will come back tomorrow; Beginning of autumn tomorrow. "I'm really afraid to piss him off. It's too hot. He still hasn't.

Ignore me, it's really classy, which makes me respect!

Holding a bronze medal, I sat in a chair and looked at the money. A gentleman who puts money-such a person as Qu.

It turned out that the middle-aged man-just rang the bell for shredded chicken noodles. I think: when the workmates arrive in the kitchen, the chef is going to buy chickens.

Coincidentally, the chicken may not have grown up yet; Even if you buy chicken, the noodles may not be ground yet. Maybe, this bowl

The shredded chicken noodles have to wait for three days and three nights. Of course, a gentleman who puts money will never put money before eating noodles; There is nothing in my stomach on a hot day.

How does food do things? I feel so sorry for people, second brother! As soon as I regretted it, I felt a little sleepy and leaned back in the chair.

Go to sleep. Have a good sleep, no mosquitoes, no insects, after all, it is in the bank! I slept for more than fifty minutes as soon as I closed my eyes; I

Body, second brother, not bad! Sleep when you are full! The thief looked at the gentleman who put the money, (no

I'm too embarrassed to look straight at it. It's wrong to drive people away in hot weather! ) The shredded chicken noodles haven't come yet. I'm worried about him,

I'm so hungry, and it's hard to sit. He is a real pie. He is so hungry that he can't help it.

Impressive, second brother.

About ten o'clock. Here comes the shredded chicken noodles! Probably, because I refuse to look at the clock on the wall-it's too hot.

God, it's not a friend to express the meaning of urging others. Besides, I only waited for two o'clock, which is nothing. I

Watching people eat noodles secretly. He is not slow to eat. I sympathize with people. In order to cash this check for me, I have to force others again.

Choke to death, inhuman! Second brother, we are all kind people. When he finished eating noodles, he rang the bell for a towel and lit it.

Huozhi, Gollum, open a small hookah. I'm relieved that he won't choke to death. He smoked a hookah for more than half a minute.

At this time, second brother. There were six or seven people waiting to withdraw money, and we looked at each other with a sorry god in our eyes.

Gas. If I open a bank, second brother, I will shoot them both on the opening day to withdraw money, so as to save trouble in the future. hot

God, what money do you take? I don't know good or bad!

At half past ten, the gentleman who put the money stood up and stretched himself. Then hold a small hookah and chat with colleagues in a low voice.

Let's go I feel sorry for him, second brother. On a hot day, 10: 30 have to chat in the store. How free! By him

Dear pie, you should go to Qingdao for at least two months. Still doing business and chatting, huh!

At eleven o'clock, he came back, put down the hookah and went out; Maybe it's to go to the toilet. I won't be back until half past eleven. big

On a hot day, second brother, it's hard for people to get respect for half an hour! Moreover, 1 1 half past ten, he actually picked up the pen.

Write accounts and read checks. I went directly to persuade him not to worry. On a hot day, I will get sick for several people who withdraw money.

Not appropriate. At T+, I decided to go home and come back tomorrow. I was just about to leave when the gentleman who put the money shouted, "1!"

I really don't want to go there. This man let me down! I just waited for four o'clock to release the money, and Pyle hasn't come home yet! However, he came anyway.

It didn't disappoint me at all. As soon as I walked past, he said nothing, but pointed to the back of the check, which I forgot.

Signing, he didn't wait for me to pull out the fountain pen and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow." This is what I want! basis

Come, people close the door at one o'clock; I signed it and waited for four o'clock. Is it not four o'clock in the afternoon? It's very hot.

God, second brother, will people leave the door open when they arrive? I put away my check and tried to say a few very polite words, but

He called "No.2"; I can't delay others' time any longer, so I decided to go home and write an apology letter! Second brother,

You must open your eyes. That's cool!