紅衣小僧游戲海靜靜地坐在咖啡桌旁，微風輕拂過他的紅色僧衣，帶來一絲暖意。他的頭枕於掌心，手肘懶懶地擱在桌面，一杯熱氣氤氳的咖啡靜靜地陪伴著他的沉思。這座城市的喧囂仿佛與他隔絕，眼前的一切朦朧如夢，唯有心中的思緒清晰如潮。
忽然，一道微妙的氛圍在空氣中蕩漾，一老一少的僧人佇立於他面前。年輕的僧人目光如水，輕聲說：「現在，佛祖正在兜率天宮加持即將降世的彌勒。那裏有十萬天女捧著天衣，天饌，奏著天樂。我們需要許多人侍奉佛祖，你願意加入我們嗎？」他的語氣柔和，如晨曦初照，帶著一股純粹的召喚。
游戲海緩緩抬眼，正欲作答，卻聽見另一道低沉而深遠的聲音。年長的僧人迦葉，眼眸如古井般深邃，緩緩道：「我受佛祖之命守護木棉袈裟，隱於山洞內獨修多年。我見你福德深厚，願收你為徒，待你學成，彌勒佛降世之時，我們將攜手下山，助他弘法利生。」
沉思在游戲海心中如漣漪般蕩開。他望向眼前兩位高僧，一方是當下的奉獻，一方是深邃的修行。哪一條路才是他真正的選擇？窗外的陽光透過玻璃，映照在他的紅衣上，微微閃動著溫暖的光芒。他深吸一口氣，仿佛心境瞬間進入了更深層的禪境——懷舊的回憶與未來的抉擇交織成一幅浩瀚的畫卷，他靜靜地凝視著其中的真理，尋找著那一道屬於自己的光明之路。
The little monk in red sat quietly at the coffee table. The breeze blew through his red monk clothes, bringing a touch of warmth. His head rested on his palms, his elbows rested lazily on the table, and a cup of steaming coffee quietly accompanied his contemplation. The hustle and bustle of this city seemed to be cut off from him, everything in front of him was hazy like a dream, only the thoughts in his heart were as clear as a tide.
Suddenly, a subtle atmosphere rippled in the air, and an old and a young monk stood in front of him. The young monk’s eyes were like water, and he said softly: “Now, the Buddha is blessing Maitreya who is about to come to the world in the Tusita Celestial Palace. There are one hundred thousand heavenly maidens there holding heavenly clothes, heavenly food, and playing heavenly music. We need many people to serve the Buddha. Are you willing to join us?” His tone was soft, like the dawn of dawn, with a pure calling.
Little monk in red slowly raised his eyes and was about to answer when he heard another deep and deep voice. The elderly monk Kassapa, with eyes as deep as ancient wells, said slowly: “I was ordered by the Buddha to guard the kapok cassock and secluded myself in a cave for many years to practice alone. I see that you have profound merits and I am willing to accept you as a disciple. When you have completed your studies, when Maitreya Buddha comes to the world, we will go down the mountain hand in hand to help him spread the Dharma and benefit people.”
Thoughts spread like ripples in the heart of the little monk in red，He looked at the two eminent monks in front of him. One was dedicated to the moment, and the other was engaged in profound practice. Which path is his real choice? The sunlight outside the window shines through the glass and reflects on his red clothes, shimmering with warm light. He took a deep breath, as if his mind had instantly entered a deeper state of Zen – nostalgic memories and future choices were intertwined into a vast picture. He quietly stared at the truth in it, looking for his own bright path.
2025年4月6日