What does the fortune teller mean when he says I am a big tree by the Yellow River?

I am wandering alone, and I can't remember how many times I have been reincarnated. I have seen countless people and experienced countless things, thinking that there are so many people, nothing is eternal, and everything is just too hasty.

Confused between reality and illusion, your appearance still makes me dizzy, confused and nostalgic. The fleeting meeting and falling in love left a pounding tremor, shallow drunkenness and empty melancholy in my heart. So I reincarnated into this world again and again, looking for you again and again, looking for that hazy, obsessed and beautiful moment, even though I know you don't belong to me anymore.

I heard a story that seemed to be told to me specially.

Once upon a time, there was a rich and good man who did a lot of good deeds and accumulated a lot of merits. One day, while he was reading at home, he suddenly saw a man come in through the window. He was suddenly attracted by the man's face and chased out the door, but he couldn't find the man. He likes that man like hell, and since then he has been bent on seeing that man and has traveled all over the world to find him, but he can't find him. Once in a dream, the Bodhisattva asked him what he wanted, because he had accumulated a lot of virtue. He said he only wanted to see that man once. Bodhisattva said that if you really want to see that person, you must give up this life and reincarnate into a tree. In 500 years, you may have a chance to see that person again. He thought for a long time, because he really liked that person, so he decided to be a tree.

Soon he died, reincarnated and made a big tree by the river. For 500 years, I have endured the pain of being a tree, the wind and rain, the torture of wild animals, and I can't move or talk just to see that person. Five hundred years later, one day, I suddenly saw a man coming from the other side of the river. That's the man of his dreams. He danced with excitement, shaking branches and leaves all over his body, trying to attract the man's attention. How much he wishes this man would take a rest in his shade and enjoy the cool. I saw the man coming towards him, passing by him, and walked straight past without looking. He wants to shout, he wants to chase, but he is just a tree, unable to move or speak.

He is disappointed, he is wronged, and I don't know why I can't fix such a little fate for 500 years. I dreamed of Bodhisattva again that night. The Bodhisattva told him that if he wanted to see that person again, he would be a tree by the river for another 500 years, and maybe he could get some luck. He thinks that since he has waited for 500 years, it is nothing to wait for another 500 years. He really likes that man.

In this way, he stood by the river for another 500 years, enduring the pain of being a tree, enduring the wind and rain, enduring the torture of wild animals, unable to move or speak, just to see that person again. Five hundred years later, one day, this man came from the other side of the river. This time, he didn't get excited, didn't shake the branches and leaves, just stood there quietly. For this day, he gave up the opportunity to be a man, worked like a tree for a thousand years, suffered too much and broke too many hearts. He has been able to wait for the arrival of that person with a calm heart. I saw the man coming towards him, walked under his shade and sat down safely. That was1July, 949.

It turned out that the man was Buddha Sakyamuni, and this tree was a bodhi tree, which later became a Buddha with the Buddha.

The story is over, just like you and me. I shouldn't wander around. I can meet you with the blessings cultivated in some unknown world. I'm afraid the fate of this world and these generations has been exhausted. I waved my sleeves and left quietly, never to bother you again. You're fine. You follow your goals well.

I would like to stop wandering and go to the river to be a big tree and stand for thousands of years.

I am wandering alone, and I can't remember how many times I have been reincarnated. I have seen countless people and experienced countless things, thinking that there are so many people, nothing is eternal, and everything is just too hasty.

Confused between reality and illusion, your appearance still makes me dizzy, confused and nostalgic. The fleeting meeting and falling in love left a pounding tremor, shallow drunkenness and empty melancholy in my heart. So I reincarnated into this world again and again, looking for you again and again, looking for that hazy, obsessed and beautiful moment, even though I know you don't belong to me anymore.

I heard a story that seemed to be told to me specially.

Once upon a time, there was a rich and good man who did a lot of good deeds and accumulated a lot of merits. One day, while he was reading at home, he suddenly saw a man come in through the window. He was suddenly attracted by the man's face and chased out the door, but he couldn't find the man. He likes that man like hell, and since then he has been bent on seeing that man and has traveled all over the world to find him, but he can't find him. Once in a dream, the Bodhisattva asked him what he wanted, because he had accumulated a lot of virtue. He said he only wanted to see that man once. Bodhisattva said that if you really want to see that person, you must give up this life and reincarnate into a tree. In 500 years, you may have a chance to see that person again. He thought for a long time, because he really liked that person, so he decided to be a tree.

Soon he died, reincarnated and made a big tree by the river. For 500 years, I have endured the pain of being a tree, the wind and rain, the torture of wild animals, and I can't move or talk just to see that person. Five hundred years later, one day, I suddenly saw a man coming from the other side of the river. That's the man of his dreams. He danced with excitement, shaking branches and leaves all over his body, trying to attract the man's attention. How much he wishes this man would take a rest in his shade and enjoy the cool. I saw the man coming towards him, passing by him, and walked straight past without looking. He wants to shout, he wants to chase, but he is just a tree, unable to move or speak.

He is disappointed, he is wronged, and I don't know why I can't fix such a little fate for 500 years. I dreamed of Bodhisattva again that night. The Bodhisattva told him that if he wanted to see that person again, he would be a tree by the river for another 500 years, and maybe he could get some luck. He thinks that since he has waited for 500 years, it is nothing to wait for another 500 years. He really likes that man.

In this way, he stood by the river for another 500 years, enduring the pain of being a tree, enduring the wind and rain, enduring the torture of wild animals, unable to move or speak, just to see that person again. Five hundred years later, one day, this man came from the other side of the river. This time, he didn't get excited, didn't shake the branches and leaves, just stood there quietly. For this day, he gave up the opportunity to be a man, worked like a tree for a thousand years, suffered too much and broke too many hearts. He has been able to wait for the arrival of that person with a calm heart. I saw the man coming towards him, walked under his shade and sat down safely. That was1July, 949.

It turned out that the man was Buddha Sakyamuni, and this tree was a bodhi tree, which later became a Buddha with the Buddha.

The story is over, just like you and me. I shouldn't wander around. I can meet you with the blessings cultivated in some unknown world. I'm afraid the fate of this world and these generations has been exhausted. I waved my sleeves and left quietly, never to bother you again. You're fine. You follow your goals well.

I would like to stop wandering and go to the river to be a big tree and stand for thousands of years.