When we see these simple stories, we shouldn’t underestimate the fact that Hua Zhichun is full of hearts and full moons. It’s beautiful and moving, but it’s nothing to come and go, and we can’t taste the enlightenment. The pursuit of great virtues by eminent monks in past dynasties is not just a matter of perfection before and after.

The only way to achieve perfection in the situation of life and death is that the empty clouds are still there.
Diligent practice, discipline, wisdom, rest and eliminate greed and ignorance
November 10, 1996
Flying pigeon in the morning
Life is irreplaceable, no matter what face life presents, the value is irreplaceable. Although people are small, they should be compassionate and can illuminate the world as solemnly and clearly as the blue sky is empty.
My brother made a bird trap in the mountain and took him to see if there were any birds in.
They walked along the cobblestone river bed. It was the peach blossom in spring, and the peach blossom was slightly frankincense all the way through the rough mountain forest, and the grass gas swayed in the river bed with the warm wind. Then they crossed some inaccessible mountain paths and entered the mountain where wild acacia grew.
On the way, my brother told him that it was difficult to see my bird flying, and it was completely invisible against the sun in the fog.
When he saw it, he believed his brother’s words.
The bird cloth on the slope of the top of the mountain is very similar to the long and narrow shape of the school volleyball court, about ten meters long. The two sides of the line are on the trunk of two acacia trees. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see that side, but things are really writhing. My brother shouted and caught it on the slope, and then he quickly ran to the hillside. He ran desperately and followed his brother.
Before they ran, they gasped for air to see that their brother had caught a lot today. One pigeon and three sparrows had their necks firmly buckled, but they were still struggling desperately. This was the more twisted and tightened. My brother proudly said that he would untie the two sparrows for him. He felt the sparrows’ high temperature in one hand and their heartbeats came from his palm. He couldn’t help but look sympathetically at the sparrows who had just untied them. They breathed and howled like human beings.
Howling in the church, he didn’t dare to breathe with the atmosphere and looked at the teacher quietly.
The teacher leaned against the blackboard in history class and cried.
Their history class talked about the Nanjing Massacre. The teacher said that the Japanese soldiers had been attacking Nanjing for a long time, and then they went to town. Every soldier held a swinging Tatsu Yamashiro from the east gate to the west gate and cut it from the street to the alley. Finally, when they found it too troublesome, they put the Nanjing people together and dug a trench. Kneeling at the edge of the trench, the Japanese soldiers fell forward and planted it in the ditch. Finally, they dug it up and buried it.
On December 13th, 1937, you must remember that on this day, Japanese soldiers entered Nanjing to burn, kill and commit adultery. Our China people, including women and children, were brutally killed and more than 300,000 people died. The teacher said that their pores were trembling slightly.
Speaking of which, the teacher sighed that it was the luckiest thing to be able to kill someone with a knife at that time.
The teacher closed the history class and said that some of her relatives lived in Nanjing. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, she went to Nanjing to look for relatives. More than a dozen relatives had already lost their bones. It seemed that she had never been in this world. She was walking in Nanjing and passed out because of despair and grief.
A layer of fog rose in the teacher’s eyes, condensed into water droplets and slipped down, and finally hid his face and cried.
The teacher cried, and they seemed to follow the teacher to the sad city. He looked at his most beloved history teacher tenderly and sadly. The teacher wore a bun with a bright, clean and beautiful forehead. She wore a cheongsam as blue as the sky, and her skin was clear and jade was so sad and beautiful when she cried.
The teacher was the only one of his teachers who came to the north at that time. When he spoke Mandarin, the water flowed like a stream passing by a bamboo. He often sat and listened to the teacher’s lecture and forgot to miss it. In class, it was like hearing the wind chimes tinkling and swaying. She was like that. beautiful and elegant was hardly reminiscent of the tragic era of bonfires, but it was true. The most beautiful people in China also walked through the gunfire.
He couldn’t say anything as sad as his teacher, and tears came down. Then he heard the students crying.
The teacher cried for a while and hurried to the classroom. He looked at the window and saw the teacher passing through two acacia trees in the campus. The blue figure disappeared in the acacia trees.
My brother took him through a dense acacia forest to pluck some wild awns.
He didn’t see a dozen pigeons in a big cage surrounded by wire hidden in the acacia forest, and some chirping birds in the turtle dove sparrow Chinese Pulsatilla flute.
My brother said ingratiatingly that I had made this cage. You see, it was done well. He nodded. My brother pulled the cage door and threw the newly caught pigeons and sparrows into it. Only then did he know why my brother ran to the mountain as soon as he released it.
My brother is two years older than him, but in his eyes, he has become an adult in the first grade of junior high school. Usually, my brother disdains him to swim in other mountains this time because they had a fight two weeks ago and he decided not to talk to his brother until that day when he said he would take him to the mountain to catch birds.
Why not take the bird home? he asked.
No, my brother said he would be beaten when he took it home so that he could keep it in the mountains.
My brother told him that it was delicious to bring these birds to the mountains to barbecue them when they were raised in the mountains. Roasting birds in such an era of material shortage really attracted rural children.
He also remembers the first time that his brother took two pigeons home for a barbecue and was beaten by his father. It was because the pigeons were wearing two anklets. When his father saw the anklets, he was furious. His brother stole it. His father beat his brother with rattan and yelled at me. I raised you as a cow and a horse, but you stole someone’s pigeons to eat.
I raised you as a cow and a horse, but this is my father’s mantra. Every time they make a mistake, my father always says this angrily.
Being an ox and a horse is true to this point. In his memory, his father is really as busy as an ox and a horse day and night, and he also knows that his father’s youth is not better than that of an ox and a horse. His father lived from a terrible era and he often listened to his father’s stories since he was young.
My father was born in the late Japanese occupation era at the age of fourteen and was transferred to Zuoying Taoyuan as a drudge in the name of the youth team. At the age of seventeen, he was forced to join the youth team of Taiwan Province Governor’s Office to serve the country diligently, and was transferred to the misty mountains and Fuji to go to the mountains. Many people fell into the valley and died, many died in mental torture, and more than 100 people came back alive with him.
The first time he saw his father cry in his first grade was when he said that he didn’t have enough to eat every day when he worked diligently for the youth team serving the country. Fortunately, he went to the manger late at night to steal the captain’s horse feed, but unfortunately he was caught and almost killed alive. His father said that at that time, the Japanese captain Baima ate better food than we did. At that time, we Taiwan Province people were really cattle and horses, and our eyes turned red.
At the age of 20, my father was transferred to the Marine Corps to fight in the Pacific Ocean and later went deep into China. At that time, Japan’s resources were insufficient. According to my father, the last two years were ghosts, and it is no wonder that the Japanese ghosts later became vicious. My father surrendered on the last day after five years of fighting, and he also surrendered with the Japanese army.
My father was sent back to Taiwan Province as a Japanese soldier in Taiwan Province, and his father was recruited in the same period. More than 200 Japanese soldiers from Taiwan Province returned to their hometowns alive.
It’s a great thing that such deep hatred can be ignored, father said to them with emotion
How can we forgive such deep hatred?
This is the most curious part of his childhood. Later, his beautiful history teacher recited that history word by word in a solemn way in class.
My compatriots in China should not forget the old evils, be kind to others, and be noble in our national unity. We have always said that we believe that the Japanese militarist warlord can defeat the Japanese people’s enemy. Today, the enemy has been defeated by our allies. Of course, we should strictly instruct him to faithfully implement the surrender clause, but we should not retaliate, let alone insult the enemy’s people. We should show mercy to them for fooling and forcing other Nazi warlords. They can learn from mistakes and crimes. We should know that atrocities and insults can be answered before the enemy. It is never our duty to stop the wrong sense of superiority and repay grievances forever.
After listening to that paragraph, although he couldn’t really understand the meaning, he could feel the broad and broad compassion in the words, especially the words "Renyi Teacher" in the end. His heart was greatly shaken in this vibration, and the classroom moved with the solemn compassion without any impurities.
After reading aloud, the teacher gently said that at that time, the country was filled with hatred and revenge. Although it was covered up by hard-won victory, it was impossible for Japanese to stay in China without Chiang Kai-shek’s declaration in Chongqing to show the government’s attitude
The teacher also said that war is very unfortunate. Only those who have experienced the tragedy of war know that victory and failure are equally unfortunate. We China people are oppressed, brutally killed and ravaged, but we don’t remember these things to get back at others, and the final victory is even more unfortunate.

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