2007-10-09 18:16:32無明

Jenny’s Dream

Master put a piece of cheese in front of Jenny and said, “Share with others, please.”One day he also handed over her a dish of mixed thinly sliced fruits. He put a full, bottle of water and an empty soup container on the counter of the table… ”What for?”She asked

Jenny was very sensitive. She picked up leaves, and the dropped nails from the ground. She buried a dead fly before making the three prayers. She followed all the rules and never disobeyed.

Usually a bunch of flowers appeared on the table, cheering her up for three days. The purple rose, the blooming orchid in the shinning blue ceramic pots which her daughter sent to her for her bithday made her happy.

To be a doctor in the future is Jenny’s dream, but now she would like to be a writer for a web station with hundreds of readers from around the world. She has created a lively bridge between the editor and readers, sometimes typing, taking her a whole night. This year she got a poem from her master. It’s read:
The mountain is like a father,
The white cloud is like a son;
The mountain is always surrounded by the clouds,
but the white clouds have never known.

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知音 2007-10-11 17:12:31

珍妮以前一直夢想當醫生,現在埋首在網路上。希望能和全世界同道文友一起相互勉勵;和讀者溝通。珍妮像大家一樣有時熬通宵打字。祝她早日成為一個線上productive的作家。

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請按左上角鼓勵鍵,多多推薦! 2007-10-12 15:01:55
譯者 2007-10-10 03:08:44

詩:青山白雲父 白雲青山兒 青山終日倚 白雲總不知意思是說:你是你,他是他;真如自性,不為境所牽.這就是生活.

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現有的清淨心 2007-10-12 15:00:01