There is a mountain in Sichuan Province, on the hillside temple, the temple has an old monk with several disciples in the practice. Temple is not large, but full of tourists throughout the year, strong incense, mentoring, quite a few days off moisture.
One night, “boom” is heard, in the hall dedicated to the two-meter-high Buddha I do not know how suddenly collapsed. Gold-painted statue outside, which is Nitai, suddenly shattered. Wensheng arrived several mentoring hall, I saw a land of broken mud, empty place where the Buddha, leaving only two original statues standing on the edge of a small statue – one is the golden boy, a teen idol is , to two feet high, grinning.
Tomorrow is the annual Buddhist Council, pilgrims will be more, not the Buddha how to do? One by one monk out of ideas. Or calm the old monk, he directed a few scattered monk moved out of the mud, also known as the teen idol like to move Chaifang monk, like the golden boy then placed in the position of Buddha.
The hearts of the disciples wonder, the gold statue, short stature did not say, Xipixiaolian, not a serious kind, how can it act as a Buddha? Pilgrims come tomorrow morning, do not explode pot, which also is willing to bow down and donate incense money?
Unexpectedly, the next day as usual pilgrims clouds. People prayed, the still face of fear and piety. The evening, an inventory of incense money, is also seen less.
Old monk smiled: people have a mindset, no matter who, as long as the sitting position of God, whom they worship.
Novices are endless emotion: It seems that the seat is the last word, as something sitting on the seat, what ability, how to board the seat, does not seem important.
(Zhou Xinxing from “writing material” on November 2011)

We live very close, but not often meet, who also refused to destroy the beautiful silent contract.
I rode home from the garden after you, you work in the rise of greeting. “Hi!” I laughed, like the wind to far away Plaza. Home, kept in glass jars on the steps to see a flower, just know that you came. I slowly boiled cherry jam, after waiting Hua Xie, tank dress, sent to you.
Such as the petals of a tight-knit complex feelings, such as the mind sees the deep ocher red jam, in fact, you and I understand, are not willing to reveal.
A glass jar, tighten the defense easily through the two lonely hearts.
(Hao Cuiying From China Pictorial Publishing House “Haishuizhenglan” a book)

Monster living alone in the mountains for hundreds of years. One day came a boy, his monster, said: “Come and play, I have no friends.” Monster to be offended, it is toward the fire-breathing boy. The boy laughed: “You’re fun!” Boy on a daily look at fire-breathing monster, the boy was no longer there, monsters, ah, etc., for the first time feel lonely and sad. Thus, the monsters hide in the mountains, after the decision had never seen human beings.

Therefore, human loneliness and sadness is contagious.
(Hao Cuiying from “Little Selected Novels” No. 8 of 2011)