Tears of Qinglian

I am a Qinglian in front of the Buddha. I like to look at the clear spring in the Sanskrit pool, because that is my hometown.

The Buddha said: "Lian Er, have you experienced the thousand-year-old Sanskrit, or can you forget the filthy human world?" I said, "Master, the elves have forced back to the heavens. Isn't the human world not guarded?"

The Buddha listened, but shook his head helplessly: "Lian Er, don't be so naive, look at the lower bounds with wide eyes! There is no grass in the lower bound, no river, the elves can't wait any longer!"

"Lian Er does not believe, Lian Er does not go down and see, it will not give up!" I am so stubborn, since the heavens are like this.

The Buddha listened and said with regret: "Oh, you are like this. Others are crying and crying to come up, but you are going to go down!" Then he carefully removed one from a string of beads on his wrist. "This bead became a tear, hidden in your eyes, but it can be ruined, but you must not cry, otherwise you will never see the master again."

With this bead, I returned to the hometown of my dreams. In front of the lotus pond, I stayed: the turbid water overshadowed the past "the lotus leaves", and there was only a floating residual in the empty pool.

"Lian Er, forget the dream in my heart!" "Master, how come you?" "Lian children are fickle, they are tired of green, fall in love with the desert and the glacier, you are still coming back!"

But I don't want to hear the sad statement of the master, I ran away.

I walked for seven or forty-nine days, did not walk out of Wang Wei's desert smoke, and walked for 981 days, did not go out of the iron horse glaciers. At this time, I heard the human voice: "How beautiful this desert is! Huang Chengcheng is more like gold!" "This glacier is exquisite and transparent, and it is beautiful after being reflected by the sun!"

These voices are in tears, and although I try to control myself, I look at my hometown, and the tears are still falling.

The lotus pond has resumed the scenes of the past, and I jumped into the water and turned into Qinglian.

In Heaven, Buddha holds the beads in his hand and sighs: "Maybe, we have all done something wrong..."

Grade 5 of Zhenhai District Central School, Zhenhai District, Ningbo, Zhejiang, China: Yan Sien