15 Qi Xi

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It was two o'clock in the morning when you got up to go to the bathroom. The surroundings were quiet and deserted, and the vast expanse of the sky and earth allowed you to freely release your emotions. The darkness did not consume you like a wild beast; there was a bright light behind you. After a brief conversation with your father, you returned to your room and lay down, unable to fall asleep. The small single bed was filled with quilts, about sixty to seventy centimeters high. You lay down on the other side, but didn't feel cramped. There was a dull pain where your mouth had been numbed for surgery, and you listened quietly to the sound of insects outside the window, casually flipping through social media. Life is full of ups and downs, each with its own fascination, and then you finally realize that the coolness of Qi Xi night has turned into the clear autumn. With this in mind, you use your left hand to type a few lines of text to please yourself.

On the night of Qi Xi, Cowherd and Weaver Girl should be saying their farewells, or simply embracing each other and gazing at the beautiful Milky Way? They don't have much time left; after daybreak, all the magpies will return to the human world, and it's already past three o'clock.

In fact, your attitude towards Qi Xi is the same as your parents'. Your mother will only tell you that on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, you cannot find a sparrow or magpie in the human world, while your father doesn't even know that he should give a gift to his wife on this Chinese Valentine's Day. And you, at most, will just search around to see if any lazy magpies have stayed in the human world, as you did years ago. They are plain and ordinary, as are you. Sleepless nights are mostly experienced by people with a hundred thousand whys or deep longing, but you have no one to miss, just as no one thinks of you. You don't care how people in the city celebrate or how they used to celebrate in the past; you still celebrate in the same way, with your clear realization, leaving behind the sea of suffering for everyone.

During the day, you received several great gifts, and you thanked the heavens wholeheartedly. In your second attempt at the sixth level, you scored 223 on the reading section, but still didn't pass; at the high school dormitory gathering, you enjoyed drinking and talking, and Xiao Liu Zi gave you a new book by Da Bing; the anesthetic left half of your face numb and you couldn't speak fluently; on the way home, you had close encounters with trash cans and cement roads, and the heavens spared your life; and then there were well-intentioned, incessant, and wishful persuasions. On this Qi Xi, you can only be grateful, grateful, grateful. A dog's life is worthless, because everyone is concerned about you not passing the sixth level, and no one cares if you are a dog. So after many years, when you look back, if you are merciful, no one will think of you, and if you are not merciful, no one will think of you. Therefore, drink the wine in front of you and forget about the people behind you. No complaints, no joy.

After your clear realization, you said to her: no matter what, be compassionate to the world and be kind to yourself. You don't know whether you believe in Buddhism or not, you just know that you want to be compassionate; you don't know if you follow the Dao or not, you just hope to be more compassionate. Compassion and mercy.

You said, at a time when you wanted to talk, there isn't even a dog by your side. You are wrong, very wrong! You were already a dog without a life to begin with! Hehe, life is like a dream, so what if there is happiness! I only hope that the world will be compassionate towards you, that's enough.

Rural people talk a lot, please forgive me, gentlemen.

August 20, 2015

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