A few days ago, I just went up the mountain and heard from my brothers that the master would be out for a while soon. Later, when I talked about this with a brother in private, he heard him sigh: "What should I do when the master is away? I dare not think about it, I am really uncomfortable!" The expression of attachment was like the reluctance and fear of a young child when he heard that his mother was about to travel far away from home. Almost that moment made me have a new understanding of this brother who always cared about here and calmly dealing with various affairs.
But this true emotion is somewhat difficult to understand for me who just came down from the mountain. Speaking of which, I almost completed all the educational processes under the secular education system, and I have come into contact with many teachers. Of course, there are many quite harmonious teacher-student relationships, but here, such friendship between masters and disciples is unprecedented.
Yesterday at noon, the master was about to go out. After eating in the lobby, I went back to my room to rest. When I walked to the door of the men's dormitory, I saw several brothers and little brothers surrounding them. I looked up with everyone's eyes and it turned out that an injured pigeon was parked on the windowsill on the third floor, and blood had flowed long along the wall to the first floor. At that time, the brothers were comforting each other and saying that they would wait for the master to come back to teach them how to save them. I thought to myself, isn’t the master going to rush? This is a big deal. It should be enough for the master to let the brothers see how to save a pigeon. Just as he was thinking, the master and several brothers had already walked to the door of the men's dormitory. The master had no intention of letting go. He was soaked in the rain that he patiently guided his brothers to bring the ladder and save the pigeon. Afterwards, the brothers followed him to the door of the master's room. The master quickly took out iodine and stood aside to carefully guide the two brothers to disinfect the wounds of the pigeons.
That night, at the brothers' meeting, I, who had not spoken a few days ago, couldn't help but share the shock of this little thing with everyone. After all, there are not many people who have made some achievements in the world, but it is rare to be able to cast such heavy and meticulous fraternity on these little lives around you who are almost unattractive. My roommate Guodong on the mountain couldn't help but sigh: "The injured pigeon could not touch me yet, but the master's expression of the pigeon was deeply touched by me. The look he guided his brothers to rescue the pigeon was not like looking at a pigeon, it was clearly like treating his own children." In fact, this was just such a trivial matter for the master, but it gave me a more real understanding of how the master taught by his words and deeds that my brothers often mentioned!