If I don't have a hobby of writing, if I don't keep writing, how can I know Mr. Zhou thousands of miles away? Even if he has been writing, if there is no fate and no similar magnetic field, how can he find me and more than 100 friends in the crowd?
What kind of person is Miss Zhou? Author Wang praised:
A person who can be called "Mr." must be recognized or respected in moral character, cultivation, life experience and culture.
Jianyou Yang Zhinian wrote in his "Thank you, Teacher Zhou":
To tell the truth, Mr. Zhou gave me the impression that she was serious, rigorous, stubborn and unsmiling, a bit like an ancient parent. I just silently pay attention to the dynamics of the group and read the articles of the group friends, but I dare not speak more in the group. Every article must be checked several times before it is published, and I am worried that I will be "drunk" by Teacher Zhou's "striking" discovery.
I gradually understand that his "critical eye" is the embodiment of responsibility, and his "binge drinking" is love and care. He told us that since this article was to be made public, it was for readers. Since it is for readers, the article should be as perfect as possible, which is the minimum respect for readers. He also often talks about "writing to carry the Tao" and asks us to write words that can help others, so that readers can draw nutrition from the articles.
He is a man of practice who is ambitious, indifferent to fame and fortune and kind to others. He earnestly taught us that practice and writing should complement each other. His article is a clear spring, revealing wisdom and compassion between the lines, which is his sincere expression.
He gave the books he had read to the group of friends in need for free, and the courier fee was paid by himself. I also became attached to Master Wan Xing's two books, Heart Lamp Record (I) and Comment on Justice. He is like a lamp, transmitting not only knowledge, but also light and warmth.
I don't know calligraphy, let alone appreciate it. However, every time I see the works in Teacher Zhou's "Practice Writing in Meditation", all my distractions vanish in an instant, leaving only a clean heart, much like the realm I entered during meditation. Although I was embarrassed to speak, I couldn't help praying for the teacher's ink with the group of friends. The teacher agreed and asked me what I wanted. I said I wanted Su Shi's song "Walking through the Woods Without Listening to the Beating of Leaves".
On the afternoon of March 13, Teacher Zhou sent me the written works on WeChat. I replied: "Thank you, teacher! I'm in class now. I'll look back and print it out. " He said, "Stop printing and I'll send it to you. Do you need anything else? "
Later, Mr. Zhou wrote in "Postreform Japan (24)-Procrastination":
After reading this, I think that Mr. Zhou is still thinking about his promise to a literary friend he has never met in the distance. Although he is tired of carsick, he resolutely goes out.
I'm full of shame. In a vague sight, I seem to see a thin figure, waiting for the bus, taking the bus, buying rice paper, then turning to go home exhausted, then spreading rice paper, grinding and practicing calligraphy.
For me alone, I spent so much precious time. How difficult it is for him to give a few more! It seems very considerate to set the teacher's handwriting as mobile phone wallpaper, which can be appreciated at any time and saves the teacher's trouble.
On the afternoon of February 2, when I was having my hair cut, Teacher Zhou asked me to send him the address. I just asked Mr. Zhou to pay when he sent the work. I really don't want Miss Zhou to spend any more money, because I really have nothing to repay. However, I dare not insist, because I am afraid that my secular thoughts will defile Mr. Zhou's holy Buddha heart.
Finally, I end this article with a passage from the article "Teacher Zhou who is grateful for giving books".