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The Story of a Little Pheasant

2016-2-1 15:13| Publisher: nancy| Views: 893| Comments: 0|Author: president

Abstract: The pheasant answered, “I only wanted to put out the fire so that the animals in the forest could have a shelter to live. The forest is the home that animals rely on for their lives. Though my body i ...

Today is Feb. 1st, 2016, the 23rd day of the twelfth month in Chinese lunar calendar, little Spring Festival.


I have been busy for the whole year and it’s time to rest for a few days. I just made a cup of tea with two chrysanthemum flowers. Sitting in front of the desk, I turned on the computer and would like to say something to you.


Steam curls up from the cup as if Apsaras is dancing. The unique faint fragrance of chrysanthemum flowers immediately suffuses the humble room, which is refreshing.


Every time I drink chrysanthemum tea, I would recall the poem written by Yuanming Tao.


I built my hut among the habitations of men,


And yet there is no clamor of carriages and horses.


You may ask how it could be that way.


A supramundane heart makes where I live secluded.


Plucking chrysanthemum flowers under the eastern hedge,


I enjoyed the scenery of southern mountain distant from here.


The mountain in the mist looks enchanting under the setting sun.


The flying birds in flocks return.


In this scenery there lies a deep meaning;


I want to tell it, but have forgotten the words.


Sometimes, I would also think that how fantastic it would be if I had the chance to pluck chrysanthemum flowers under the eastern hedge and enjoy the scenery of mountain distant in the south.


But the fate and fortune of a person is just like the running of a star in the universe, it’s impossible to stop at all.


Once, I also wanted to stop to take a rest, have some tea, taste coffee, enjoy flowers and view different sceneries. However, there has always been a strong driving force pushing me to go forward so that I cannot stop.


I cannot be self-willed either. As the sun and the moon are orbiting in the sky and rivers flowing on the ground, it’s not that I can stop whenever I want to.


The sense of time, the sense of mission, the sense of responsibility and the sense of urgency require a powerful heart.


And for a person with strong sense of time, sense of mission, sense of responsibility and sense of urgency, he need to possess superior ability of stress tolerance.


I can, at any moment, clearly feel the time flying and space switching.


I can, at any moment, clearly feel the great kindness from the heaven and the responsibility on the shoulders.


I can, at any moment, clearly feel the anticipations of all beings and the heavy responsibility as well as the long way ahead.


I can, at any moment, clearly feel the extreme urgency which is like to fight the fire on a burning head.


An awakened one is happy but also painful.


An awakened one, because of his awakening, is at eternal happiness.


An awakened one, because of his awakening, is willing to go through fire and water.


An awakened one cannot live like Yuanming Tao who picks chrysanthemum flower by the eastern hedge. An awakened one can only be a fire-fighting pheasant.


At an ancient time, there was a big forest catching fire suddenly. A large number of trees were burning and many animals’ homes were destroyed, and they fled in all directions.


A pheasant in the forest stood up, and it tried its best to put out the fire with its weak strength. It flew to the distant river, jumped into the water, wet its feather, and then flew back to the forest to fight the fire.


It did it in this way, flying back and forth, and didn’t think it was an arduous work. After all, it was utterly inadequate like a drop of water in the ocean and couldn’t improve the situation. However, it kept doing that and desperately wanted to put out the fire.


At the moment, the lord of heaven, noticing that it was working so hard, asked, “What’s your purpose of doing this?”


The pheasant answered, “I only wanted to put out the fire so that the animals in the forest could have a shelter to live. The forest is the home that animals rely on for their lives. Though my body is small, I still have strength. Although my power is too weak, it still counts as one portion. Since I still have strength, why shouldn’t I try my best to fight it?”


The lord of heaven then asked again, “Your strength is so weak. Surly you are unable to put out the big fire. How long are you going to persevere?” The pheasant answered, “I will keep flying back and forth, fetching water to save the fire, and I shall stop until I cannot fly and die.”


The story also had a beautiful ending: The lord of heaven was greatly moved. He scooped up water with his hands and sprinkled all over the forest. The fire was put out and the smoke disappeared right away. Countless lives were rescued.


The spirit of the pheasant fighting the fire is moving and worth learning.


I am willing to be a pheasant like that, “flying round and round, fetching water to save fire, I shall stop until I cannot fly and die.”


Sometimes, I would think about myself, traveling around the world without a stop, flying back and forth, really like the fire-fighting pheasant. Here is a poem to prove this point.


To salute the pheasant with a cup of chrysanthemum tea,


It excels the proud children of Heaven in sacrificing itself to put out the fire.


If you ask me whether this practice is laborious or not,


I will smile, watching the surging waves.


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