Go to the mountains to see grandma and chat in autumn.

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I have been to Wutai Mountain three times, the first year, the second year and the ninth year. The time span is a bit long, and every time I go, I feel different. There are many unforgettable scenes for the first time, and there are also many feelings. Over the years, several scenes have been deeply imprinted on my mind. In the two encounters recorded in the previous two articles, we had a lot of language exchanges with each other. And this third meeting, we didn't exchange a word, but it has deeply shocked my heart in an instant. In fact, when writing the second article, I really want to share this experience with readers. After that, I sorted out my thoughts and began to write this article "The Third Meeting". As a result, as I wrote, my thoughts began to spread again. I remembered the scene when I went to Wutai Mountain three times and monks wandered along the way. I am very touched that they are true or false. So I split this article and prepared to write another article "Wutai Mountain Encounter IV" in the next issue. If you are interested, you can continue to pay attention.

I will write about grandma alone in this article to show how important it is for me to meet grandma. I also hope to inspire or help you.

After so many years, I can't remember which way I took to Wutai Mountain for the first time, or even which door I entered. At that time, before dawn, I felt that I didn't even see a grand gate at the foot of the mountain.

Where did I meet my grandmother? I only remember that we walked along a path on the east side of the main road and saw a temple with an open door along the way, and we would walk in. Because the morning sun is over there. When I go to a strange place, I always use the sun as a reference to identify the direction without a map, so I never worry about getting lost. Probably because I went early, some yards were still empty.

And in one of the yards, I happened to see a photo that deeply shocked my heart. I don't remember the name of the yard. When I entered the temple gate, I saw only one monk sweeping the courtyard, but no one else. There is also a yard on the right, which feels like a yard to live in. As soon as I walked in, the scene that caught my eye immediately attracted me deeply and touched the ripples in my heart.

The next memory is the most vivid part I remember.

There is a square table with bluestone and four stone benches in the middle of the yard. On the stone bench in the north of the square table sat a very, very petite grandmother, about eighty or ninety years old. She is petite and looks like a child who is only a few years old, and she has a serious hunchback, which makes her look petite and thin. Wearing a clean and slightly wide light brown robe and a monk's hat on his head.

The old woman is holding a scripture that seems too wide and heavy for her. The other end of the scripture is on the stone table, and there is no intention of falling.

Grandma hung her head, closed her eyes relaxed, curled up on the stone bench, with no support on her back, but dozed off quietly alone like a sleeping baby.

Grandma's little face stretches peacefully, and her skin color is clean, delicate and rosy, which is by no means comparable to that of ordinary grandma.

It was so quiet around, the air seemed to be still because of grandma's peaceful nap, and even the birds stopped singing.

The morning light poured down from the cracks in the branches of the yard and shone on the grandmother. The shadow of the balcony backlight is in sharp contrast with the oblique light and shadow, which makes people feel that the sun is like a flowing gold gauze quilt, gently covering grandma, revealing an extraordinary beauty.

In a trance, I have the illusion that there is a little fairy sitting there.

A warm current suddenly welled up in my heart, and a deep love warmed my whole body and mind. I was stunned by the picture-like scene in front of me, and my eyes were wet.

I think, when I am old, if I can read and doze off alone in the quiet bath in the morning like my grandmother, what a happy moment it will be! If people can live comfortably in their later years and enjoy such peace until they die, it will be a great blessing in life!

I stood still, afraid to move, for fear that our footsteps would disturb grandma's dream. There are a few leaves scattered on the ground, which shows that the yard has just been cleaned.

Later, I asked the code scanner her age, and the answer was: over 80, almost 90 years old.

I think, if ordinary people are born with such a weak body and hunchback disability, I don't know how many struggles and baptisms they will have to go through in their eighties and nineties. At this age, many people are still worrying about three meals a day, arguing with their children about where to live, or they can only endure the pain in the hospital bed, or they have difficulties in taking care of themselves and have to rely on others to take care of their daily lives. I'm afraid few people can recite the scriptures alone in the quiet yard like this old woman. Grandma has done a lot of merits. What a blessing!

My understanding of my later life was refreshed at that moment. When we were young, we all struggled for the satisfaction, noise and prosperity of all kinds of desires, expecting to struggle for the prosperity, security and security of life. At this moment, in this peaceful and quiet moment, all those things seem so redundant and even blasphemous. If I can be as healthy, quiet and serene as my grandmother for a moment, I will be very, very satisfied.

At that time, an idea flashed through my mind: how grateful I should be to God if I can still live in such a state and situation when I am old.

The second time I went to Wutai Mountain, I deliberately found the original road and walked again, trying to find the yard and see if the old woman was still there. As a result, I looked for the gates one by one, and I felt that it was not the one I had been to, and even the gates were different.

The third time I went up, I couldn't even find my way. From a distance, even the temple looks and feels different, and I don't even want to go in and have a look. Moreover, many courtyards that used to be free began to charge, and some gates were closed.

I don't know why such a big change has taken place. Maybe I remember the wrong place. But the sun rises in the east, and the standard of setting in the west is not wrong.

The only constant is the scene of meeting grandma, which is deeply imprinted in my mind like a picture scroll. Ten years later, it's still as clear as a camera.

I think we should do good deeds, cultivate good behaviors and promote the future of Mo Wen. Perhaps, when the fate of this world is exhausted and there is no attachment, that picture is the best destination for you and me.

Thank you for your reading and attention. Welcome everyone to comment on the content of the article, talk about their own views or opinions, share their own experiences or feelings, and we will grow together.

I look forward to the next issue: Wutai Mountain Encounter IV, which records the scenes and feelings of monks wandering along Wutai Mountain. I believe you will have different gains from the first three articles. Your praise and comments are the best encouragement for me.