I miss Hoang Lan.

I was born under one roof. Heard that my young teacher was young, one day passing by suddenly asked: "Buddha, after the temple again exposed diapers?" Listen to my father's story, the teacher said: "Remember this day.

If there is a chance, ten years later I will return. "Back to the teacher surrender, up a remote mountain far away, set up some ancient houses.

Growing up, I look like my dad, and my mother loves it. My father has bright eyes, high nose, warm voice, honest nature. As a young captain, the famous smart, fifteen-year-old copy of the Han script. Then, because he was a good student, he was appointed as a teacher at the Bodhi High School, a private school of the Church. When he was about to be promoted to Germany, he met a mischievous girl, with attractive eyes, passionate lips, and a kind of temperament that made him happy. Initially, she was determined to harass players to try her skills. But love is fire, it is the person who wants to burn the fire. The temple was silent as the young man walked in front of the abbot: "You have been sick for four months now, afraid that she will die. Linh, why reject? My father left the pagoda, Yen was sick and the couple became husbands. My grandparents left a house, my father removed it, built a private temple there. Did not give up his life as a director, then he brought religion into life. After having children, he was still vegetarian, dressed in brown robes and chanting in the evening. Once my mother went to the market to buy a frog string, reflective frogs put their legs together in front of the lure. A mother passed by my mother told me: "Frogs smartly do not know teacher MH" Then she laughed: "Do not last forever, frog body for the skin." My mother tears, just go and wailing whisper until the house. That night she hugged forever, begging my father forever not to let the hair, salty, make the human body happy. Here in this way, people say unbearable. My dad just laughed, not seem to mind. All life does not fight with anyone but as magical powers, touching where it is up to. The base of incense grows as people develop, my mother is more beautiful, the words of the galaxy languish. Finally, do not understand why, Mom suddenly suddenly lost ...

My grandmother was very angry and said, "My mother is a goblin, who once destroyed his father's life, except for his life." Everyone advised to publish the newspaper, but my father just said "Do not". He did not blame anything, but perhaps he was sad, the chanting of the late nights sounding harsh. Alas, with those sagging boats, what new birth did the father come to the West?

Base of incense from which to entrust to my aunt. She cut trees, weeds, renovate the garden. "Damn it, who built a pagoda and planted the orchid in the yard. The smell of the orchid is a ghost smell, it is just so damn evil ni."

I tearfully watched the people cut down the prickly branches, leaves scattered on the ground indiscriminately. In the past, shampooing my mother often picked flowers to hide in the buns for fragrant. Now the person has gone, the flowers are no longer ...

When I was ten years old, there was a Venerable Diem De in the mountain. I followed her to hear.When I returned, I left home. My father said: "The book here, the bell here, where are you going?" I just shook my head ...

The place where my teacher was hiding was Bich Van am - am Biec. Over ten years, he and his disciples planted more than two dozen acres of eucalyptus and three thousand orchids of all kinds.Brothers taught me to flower, water every morning. Afternoon school at Nam Giao. At fifteen years old I started to be obtuse. My brother contradicted me: "White teacher, Dang Ninh truancy school, la coffee at Purple coffee shop, people around that everyone laughing, they said she made Ninh rich flavor, offering money so he let go Ninh Self-launching self. " I do not think, I do not say, I do not rebuke. The teacher is very serious, not often scolded that the disciples who obeyed. Just for me, somehow he especially drill. I was afraid of punishment, waiting for the chanting, I excused myself: "White teachers, the old father often said: tu in the mountains, tu in the middle of the market is difficult, not in the middle of life, How do you understand the opaque life to avoid? "He asked:" Who told me is life opaque? Life is not opaque, not in. "I'm short, do not understand what he meant.

It is not easy at the moment. My teacher avoided living in the deep mountains, but the orchid garden was so famous that the bare bosom people pulled up to enjoy. Saturday, Sunday, students ride bicycles white on the trail to the am. The little girls in the infatuated little girl looked at purple tulips in the lake, running to the porch, where he sat to write books. I do not rebuke, nor look up. A little girl ran up to me, looking at the fog that I was spraying on buds that were budding. She asked me the name of the flower, and I said, "This is a miniature butterfly, that is a small butterfly, you see, looking like a yellow butterfly." She held out her hand with her fingertips, dewy. I frowned: "Hey, do not play with." She was joking with the water, not paying attention to my words. "Irrigation, you are also Lan". I'm angry, Spray the wet hair, including her shirt. The girls giggled giggle, when she returned she said again: "Lan lousy, met handsome just hands stir". I chuckled. My parents were irritated: "The children of color is too busy today, do not know the charm of monks is the sin of hell?" I said: "People just kidding, there is something called charm."

Since then, once a day, Lan came to help me water the flowers. I teach you about orchids, this is a whole world more diverse than the human world. The flute is red, the snow is white, the female is dancing like before. Lan: "Every flower has its own name, only you do not have." I looked at her face, her eyes clear with her childlike innocent mouth. "So I gave you  a name. Your name is Tinh Khoi."

You know the friendship between me and Lan. He was not happy, he just said, "Nothing." "White man, this one has friends, the other has friends, then the daughter pulls to talk, and what is the system?" He nodded. In the afternoon, I sharpened the ink for the teacher, he brought me a picture of ten pieces of bun cow painting. "This is a burrow, it is a process of learning a human. Buffalo is not the buffalo, but it is the mind that." I asked heartily, asked: "White teacher, I see the final drawing, no longer buffalo, no longer people, only the moon, so what must live in the rope. Do not abstain from meat, because salted vegetarian is just outside appearance, not related to the enlightenment inside. He laughed: "Yes, dear, with the enlightenment, but when I was a human,Like a buffalo, there must be a rope, a shepherd. When the mind is firmly established, then it is possible that the black buffalo becomes a white buffalo, not tightly bound not only by the green grass, but also by the nine clouds. " , But the temple can not chase anyone. From tomorrow please stop orchid garden anymore. "

A few days later, Lan saw his brother garden watering, and I split the wood. "You do not like orchids anymore?" "No, I want to see a thousand purple, just to look for a moment. I instruct her to know that the flowering apricot flowers are thin, yellow like canaries. In the first, every full moon, the first, the flowers came to buy flowers, they wrapped the flowers in banana leaves, each package is pretty beautiful ecstatic ecstatic. Lan said, "I like it, I have never seen it." Oh, that tree is probably now the same or why, many times to go to the market to buy banana, I look for it but not see anymore. I grew up, heart-shaped like a lack of anything, vaguely remember to remember, love ...

At the end of the year, my brothers pull the push, carrying orchids down the street to change the rice. The president of the flower festival was pleased to see the chubby chubby buds full of buds.Three large bags of rice are out. "Daddy, you made a little cake of fruit to offer." I heard the voice, turned around, stared for Lan. The president said affectionately, "If you do, you have to pay homage. I frightened, said hurriedly, "Well, I do not mind the lady, get here right now." Lan laughed, pure laughter. Lan looked at me sadly: "Why do not you go to the garden for a long time, I go to the temple, you know in the kitchen that you do not let me in.

A few later, I followed my classmates into the bar. Lan sat there, behind the table by the window.All my friends look towards Lan, but she does not look at anyone, just quietly alone. Sitting at a desk far away, I saw the sky of the purple, purple sky outside, printed in Lan's eyes. It was not until we left, Lan looked at her, the look of poetry in her mind. Suddenly blushing, then I was frightened because I was blushing ...

A girl every afternoon is sitting in the Purple Lounge, soon to be topics for boys to discuss.

"Milk Lan milk looks pretty, but it is afraid of men, who can come close to, it avoids evil." "It's not that, it's the price to wait for overseas Vietnamese, Hung Hung in California every day on duty at his house." "What's up with that, he likes Quinton running around the coffee table in purple, I see him sitting at table with Quir, crying." I was silent for a moment, saying, "Hard to believe." "In my life, that can not happen - my friend said, old man - in the afternoon I saw him running behind the counter to give the letter to Quir."

Cycling back to the tomb of Tu Duc, naturally I was irresistible. I turn around, bike to Lan home.Drizzle drifted on the road to Bao Vinh distant. Mother Lan asked: "What do the pagoda reminds me of? See the message on the pedal, I let you go right away." I blushed, not greeting, riding as a shot. My heart pounded at the sound of the words of the brother when Lan was first discussed: "This beautiful girl is delicate but the eyes are too long, thin lips, high neck, small ears. Imagine me. "... God twilight, to Nam Giao. Looking at the two sides of the road, incidentally found Quân and Lan together in the same building. Quân call wine, are pressing Lan drink, Lan shook his head, Quân insisted. I went in, punched him nose punch: "Phoney scandal. Turning to Lan, I choked: "Come on!" Do not know if Lan has a drug or not, as innocently as charmed. I carry Lan. Quân know I have martial arts Shaolin should be allowed to bear, bloody nose scrub bloody look, the look of a lost predator ...

On the way back, Lan regained consciousness, slumped his face to my back, crying: "You have sent him many messages, you get?" I frowned: "You're so silly, why go with Quir?" Quân told me to drink some cups for warmth and then go to Nam Giao to wait Ninh. " "Do not forget, my name is Tinh Phoi. Do not fool yourself so that the bad guys are dirty." Lan's tears flowed through my blouse, permeating into the flesh. Stopping the car, I sat down on the roadside grass. Lan sat beside me. "The night I dreamed you take me to visit orchid garden, I grow orchids in your yard, do you like it?" I did not answer, interrupted the grass, crumpled in trembling hands. Over there, the moon was so bright, round and brilliant like a golden tray in the sky. Suddenly my heart is forever remembered the story my father kept telling the past ... " I told Lan that the prisoner was wearing a gold tray filled with water from the royal palace in front of the throne without a drop outside, Lan suspected: "How can someone do that?" I nodded. "That day, the king asked. The meditation teacher replied, "If you can do it, you will be able to forgive your sins, because of your death, even if it is hard for you to do well. As this person lives, it is difficult to overcome the difficulties. Lan looked up at me, the first time I noticed in the two velvet wells of her eyes the strangely curious ray.I see the practice is my life story, so if you look at me again is my life and death, you and me, who walk the road, Who gave up? "I said," What do you say? The story is dead as if it were a child's plaything. "Lan smirked ... Small hand took my hand, his thong fingers clawed like milk petals. The moon is too bright. "Well, go back to me." I rode my bike, in front of me fluttered the streets. Buddha...

The chaos at the apartment building was not much to go to the temple. She knows, speed up right.I said, "Do not worry, there's nothing wrong." "There is no fire, no smoke, eat snails, fight, save girls, what is the practice, Tau that met the girl, tau from below. I stared for a moment and then understood, not stop laughing. She exclaimed: "What do you think is laughing?"

What can not be laughed at. A few days later, Lan's family invited me back.

"The maiden" had taken twenty Sedusen tablets, and the house knew well, carrying them to the emergency room. Lan Lan put his hand bowing like a Bodhisattva: "You know that Lan is very young, he said it was done, has done is to do the same, afraid to rescue this time, it again suicide again. It's for you. " I tangerine: "How can you tell me?" "You pretend to go, now it's grown up, it's extravagant, a few years more mature and naturally understood it." The president of the red eye flower festival, looking at me waiting for a while and told his wife: "It is difficult for her to say this, but Ninh Ninh is a good looking corn, before it will be blessed with gold shield. I have to bring people bring the ear ". I sighed. "I was not a golden nerd.

I go to the temple, the word does not go. Master said: "Why did you drop out?" I said: "Streams far away, I want to go to the mountains dig wells." I exhumed myself in the hoes on the rock, the night of reciting the chanting, still sometimes heard his voice disturbed. Sometimes the middle of the night suddenly awake, see the teacher sitting next to the bed, forest shade mantras. I panic waking up: "Master teacher." My teacher said, "I was startled, dazed, rushed blanket." I said: "I was in the province. He quietly for a moment and then told me: "The heart is not secure, there is also useless bridge." I nodded in confession. How many nights, just take a nap is to see the Lan, slender, elegant, head of the gold tray to wave water straight to the edge. I heard her scream echoing the dream, She drops down straight into the vast space as leaves leave branches in front of the wind."Teacher, if you go to Nirvana, you have to step on a leaf, do not you please tell me, heavier earth or leaf heavier?" You look in my eyes: "Only you can answer yourself. Tomorrow you go, just look at karmic conditions that determine your own heart." I shook my head: "I forgot, I swore when I finished digging the new well down the mountain." Did you forget? I swore when I finished digging the new well down the mountain. " Did you forget? I swore when I finished digging the new well down the mountain. "

In the spring, the road to dry mountain. My hands were wet red mud, the first drops of water had dripped from the deep underground. I ran to the temple, to the master but who is doing the ceremony. Some people offer incense incense holder in the Buddha pedestal, the smell of fresh aromatic aroma in space.

Flushing my hands, I heard someone walk in: "Uncle Ninh!"

I looked up. Lan's mother. Uncle on the pagoda to let you go peacefully ... She handed me a small bag, then turned away and wiped the eyes.

The letters in the letter, slender and shaking like wings:

"Four hundred days waiting for you at the Purple Lounge, I finally realized that I lost, went not to, should have died, but I die, he refuses to walk the whole path. I have decided to marry away from the land, in this bag is the yellow tree, I prayed for you to be okay and then go away, I still remember his words, his life just like the emperor ...

People keep telling you wisdom, get overseas Vietnamese go overseas to the United States to be happy, but in the head of bare head. But going west to America is not your wish. Take a person you do not love, to a place strange to you more miserable than to die. Please chant me once a prayer of transcendence, once ... "

Unexpectedly, I cried. Tears rolled down my cheeks as if to squeeze out the last lines. I cry when I see my face veiled veiled - "I have not heard of stone to Buddha ever." I sobbed: "Teacher, do you let me plant Hoang Lan?"

Master said: "Innocent grass, how can I not tolerate?" Then one hand led me, one hand carrying a bag of trees to the corner of the garden, the teacher himself planted down.

I watered the tree with water wells pagoda. Huang Lan grow up, year after year, yellow flower bloom fragile. Fragile as all beautiful things in the world.

I hold my heart, remember. END=NAM MO AMITABHA BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH TAM GIAC.( TNCT ).VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN AMITABHA PURELAND=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.11/7/2017.