Childhood mental legacy✨☺️🤍
"Pray" or "Monon," a mental legacy at 8 years old.
At an age when other children may be running around in front of a TV or playground, the writer's 7-8-year-old memories are infused with the smell of incense, candle smoke, and reverberating prayers in the Forest Temple Hall.
The writer is shaped by the heart through the "grandmother's hand" that often leads to the wild temple to become a deep-rooted character. Every Saturday and Sunday, the writer does not feel that going to the temple is boring, but it is a fun day of activity for a little girl.
The obvious memory is to hear the story of Dharma from the King Grandfather before receiving the morning blessing. After the full stomach of the boycott, the "Little Lady" mission began. The writer enjoyed helping the old people wash large piles of dishes beside the pavilion. Some days he helped make water from herbs and flowers naturally to give the Father Dharma to me for one meal.
The writer's favorite activity is to go out and plant forests, plant trees in temples, or even grass the corridors to keep the corridors clean, even if the sweat seeps the heart back, because it is to give up the body for the common from youth.
"Monk's Day" is the highlight that writers often ask their grandmother to sleep in hibernation...
A picture of a girl in an off-white dress sitting in the middle of a "white mother" on a big pavilion with a majestic president. His father looked with compassion and said,
"Mom's out a little...This meal comes to hibernate in the temple with the big mother. Will you pray or sleep? "
The writer could only smile shy at the child and gently answer: "Pray."
So his father gave him the last blessing, "Oh, I intend to do it."
The writer's first lesson was not from reading a thick book, but from sitting down next to his grandmother, although there were some who fell asleep and scooped up his grandmother among the chants, but the simplest "seed of good."
It is these things that shape writers to grow up as they are today, a day when they understand that doing good is not difficult but that it begins with a giver heart and a calm knowledge in the shadow of dharma...The same shade that the writer used to sleep on Grandma's lap that day. What about the reader? What is the childhood memory that shaped the reader's heart? Try to tell each other. ☺️✨
✍🏻 arbitrary writer. 📖
