夜听大悲咒飘如尘烟

作者:冯又松人气:105更新:2021-07-14 14:10:05

 这样一个静寂的夜晚,只听到窗外秋雨滴答的声音 ,寂寥的躺在沙发上,闭上眼睛,反反复复听着这曲天籁般的“大悲咒 ”。如泣如诉 ,如痴如醉,仿佛自己远离尘世的喧嚣,置身于世外的某个地方 。群山之间 ,古柏苍翠 ,禅院深深,曲径悠悠,院墙斑驳 ,寺钟声声,蓝天白云,山涧小溪 ,鸟语花香。
  听,这曲像是一股清泉涌入心田,带走了忧伤 ,淡泊了离愁,自己好像躺在暖阳下的草地一样,天格外蓝 ,心格外的宁静。醉了,深浓的醉了,不想醒来亦不愿醒来 ,只愿在此刻将我的思念凝固 ,把你的牵挂用落藤锁住 。
  轻轻的梵唱,声音缭梁,将人带进忘我的境界。抛开了烦恼 ,远离了世俗的纷争,心如止水,浮躁自出 ,唯留空灵。沉侵于这美妙的旋律中,还有什么放不下,还有什么看不破?静静地聆听佛音 ,仿佛自己找到了困惑的根源,领悟了禅机,明白了缘起缘灭 。三千青丝 ,丝丝都缠绕着因果,聚散分离原是世间常情,不必为此有过多的伤感 ,功名利禄不过是过眼云烟 ,或与低谷人生步步维艰,或与康庄大道一马平川 。只是谁能将今生的卑微困苦相随于地下,谁又能将富贵荣华带进棺木 ,到最后唯只有一把黄土将所有一切统统埋葬。
  人,只是一粒细微的尘土,只是一棵小草 ,只是一朵花,狂风暴雨终摧折,由不得你想停留 ,由不得你自己想要的意愿而飞舞,由不得你不肯凋零不肯归去。
  世人不知有因果,因果何曾饶过谁?冥冥天地间 ,一切自有定数 。即便你穷其一生,但得与人为善,终有善报;即便你富可敌国 ,但如行恶 ,终遭天谴。
  悠悠的佛音,抚平心上的伤痛。那些曾经,那些过往 ,那些依稀的容颜,那些风中飘着的承诺,已是前尘 。花自飘零水自流 ,这是各自的宿命,谁都无法改变。看这滚滚红尘,情路几多坎坷 ,有多少痴男怨女求不得,爱不能。道是前缘注定,奈何今生难续 ,原以为一路携手迎风避雨,原以为化蝶共舞飞向天的尽头,何曾想到情深缘浅 ,你要停留 ,我要天涯 。何曾想到劳燕分飞之后有生不能重逢。
  苦啊,怨啊,恨啊!
  想啊 ,盼啊,念啊!
  仓促间,流年飞逝 ,花已成落英,情已为逝影。渡不过这情欲苦海,看不破这深深红尘 ,何处才是岸?何时才能拨开这万丈红尘?不如,不如一把长剪,剪断前尘 ,剪去过往,唯留一盏青灯,夜夜伴佛 。
  佛说;留人间多少爱 ,迎浮世千重变 ,和有情人做快乐事,莫问是劫还是缘。
  佛说;缘来天注定,缘去人自夺。种如是因 ,收如是果 。一切唯心造,笑着面对,不去埋怨 。悠然 ,随心,随性,随缘。注定一生改变的只在百年后 ,那一朵花开的时间。
  聆听大悲咒,飘过心的苍穹 。想起那些别去经世的故人,想起那些在地震 ,泥石流灾难中逝去的生命,再也禁不住泪如雨下。废墟中那一排排裹着白布的尸体,淤泥中面目全非的脸孔 ,那些滴血的呼唤 ,那些欲哭无泪的悲戚,那些无助的孩子,那些生离死别 ,那些转瞬间阴阳相隔,天上人间。
  泪眼婆娑中,痛彻心扉 。愿人心向善 ,愿苦难远离,愿天下苍生平平安安,我以一颗向佛的虔诚之心 ,为生灵祈福。
  佛音的祥和伴着秋雨的冷寂,在这个静谧的夜晚让我大彻大悟之后心如空灵,六根明净。“本是无一物 ,何处染尘埃”,只望自己保持心的淡泊,过好每一天 ,以一颗平常心 ,看太阳升起,看斜阳沉落,岁月流年 ,红尘路途,如烟轻舞 。  

英译版本:

Such a quiet night, only heard the sound of the autumn rain tick, lonely lying on the sofa, closed his eyes, repeatedly reappeared this song "big sad". Such as weeping, if it is in a mood, it seems to be away from the world's hustle and bustle. Between the mountains, the ancient Cui Cui, the Zen Academy is deep, the plumment is long, the wall is mottle, the temple bell sound, the blue sky is white, the mountains, the birds, the birds.
Listening, this image is a clear spring into the heart, take away sadness, indifferent, you seem to be lying on the grass under the warm sun, the sky is blue, the heart is quiet. Drunk, deeply drunk, don't want to wake up, I don't want to wake up, I will only hope my thoughts at this moment and lock your concern.
Gently Vigra, the sound is linger, bring people into my realm. Throp the troubles, stay away from the secular disputes, the heart is so water, impetuous, and only the empty spirits. In this wonderful melody, what else doesn't go down, what else does not break? Listening to Buddhism quietly, as if I find a confused root, I realized the Zen machine, I understand the edge of the origin. Three thousand blue silk, the silk is entangled in causality, and the gathering of the sputum is the world. It does not have to have too much sadness. The fame is just a cloud smoke, or the life is stroke with the low valley life, or with the Kangzhuang Avenue. Just who can follow the humble and hardship of this life, who can bring rich Ronghua into the coffin, and then only one loened will be buried all all all all all.
People, just a small dust, just a small grass, just a flower, the mad wind rain is finally damaged, from you must stay, flying by the will of you, you can't help you, you can't help you. Return.
The world does not know if there is a causality, who is it? In the world, everything has its own set. Even if you are a lifetime, you have to be good, and there is a good news; even if you are rich, you will be condemned.
The long Buddha, the pain in the heart. Those who have been, those past, those who are fraud, those who have floated in those winds are already the front dust. Flowers from floating into the water, this is their own fate, no one can change. Look at this rolling red dust, a lot of rude roads, how many idiot women do not ask, love can't. The road is destined for the front edge. It is inseparable from this life. I thought I went to the wind to avoid the rain. I thought that the reflection of the butterfly danced to the end of the sky. He once thought that the love is profound.You have to stay, I want to be in the world. He once thought that Lawyelo fate, there is no reunion.
bitter, grievance, hate!
I want, I hope, I read!
Room, the year flies, the flowers have become English, and the feelings have been lost. Due to this love, you can't see this deep red dust, where is the shore? When can I open this pair of red dust? It is better to cut, cut the long hair, cut it, and you will be a green light, and the Buddha is accompanied by the night.
Buddha said; how much love is left in the world, greeting the world, and doing a happy event, do you want to be robbery or the edge.
The Buddha said; the fate is destined, and it will go to people. If it is because, it is as good as it is. Everything is ideal, laugh, and can't blame. Leisure, with heart, casual, followed. It is timely change in a hundred years after a hundred years later.
Listening to the big compassion, floating the sky. Think of those who don't want to pass the world, think of those lives that have passed away in the earthquake, mudslide disaster, and can no longer can't help with tears. In the ruins, there was a white bodies in the ruins, and the faces of the faces in the mud, those drip blood, those who want to cry, the helpless children, those who are born, those who turn over, the world .
Tears, painful. May the people have to be good, willing to stay away, I hope that the world is a peaceful peace, I will pray for the soul of the heart of the heart of the Buddha.
The Buddha's peace and the cold of autumn rain, after this quiet night, I made me a big great achievement, six bright. "This is no one, where to dye dust", only hope that he keeps the heart of indifferent, every day, take a normal heart, look at the sun, look at the sun, the years, the red dust road, such as smoke Light dance.

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