【正文】 my mother helped my father walk slowly on the country road. My father had never been so gentle. It seemed they were the most harmonious couple. Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these made up the most beautiful picture in the world.The doctor had said my father would recover in two months. But after two months he still couldn’t walk by himself. All of us were worried about him.“Dad, how are you feeling now?”I asked him one day.“Susan, don’t worry about me.”he said gently.“To tell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life.”Reading his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply.Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this experience, I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm.The Lotus Sutra Parable of the Good DoctorThere was a good doctor.infurthest 外教社四八級在線 目 錄New Beijing, Great Olympics 3Love Is Just a Thread 4The Lotus Sutra Parable of the Good Doctor 6A Brother39。s Miracle 9Piano Music 11Thedistancethe He was wise and intelligent. And he had many sons. One day, the doctor went away from home to visit his patients in other country. When the poison in their body went into action, they cannot take the pain and suffering but rolling on the floor. In the mean time, their father came back home. The sons told their father that, they were stupid and they drank the poison by accident. The father saw his sons suffering from the poison, he wrote the prescriptions for his sons, and bought the best herbs for them to take. For the sons who were heavily poisoned, although they were folded their hands to wele their father ing back home and asked their father to treat their illnesses. They said this medicine was not the best medicine. Although they were very happy to see him, and asked him for the best medicine to neutralize the poison. He should think of a good method to make them taking the medicine. He left the best medicine here so that they can take it. After this good doctor arrived the destination, he sent a messenger back to tell his sons that, your father is dead. They thought, if their father were still alive, he would passionately relieve and nurse them whenever they were sick. The sons were sadly remember their father with longing and grateful to him very often. Then they realized that the medicine that their father gave them were the best medicine with the best quality. As soon as their father heard that all of his sons were cured, he came back home to see them. Similarly, Buddha is like this good doctor, he went through countless four asankhya kalpas in the rise, duration, and end of every universe to teach innumerable living beings to enter the Buddha path. If the Buddha dwelled in the world for long, the sentient beings with less merit would not cultivate the good roots. If Tathagata was always abiding and not dying, the living beings would be arrogance and pride, weary and lazy.It is hard to have Buddha dwelling in the world39。 That39。s Sari, they were all remember the Buddha with longing and grateful to him. Because of this, the living beings generated the reverence mind. They entered the supreme way or truth that of Buddha, and attained the three fold embodiment of Buddha quickly. A Brother39。s ine and my 5)SAT scores. There was enough to cover school and books, but not enough for room and 6)board. I accepted a job as part of a workstudy program. While not 7)glamorous, it was one I could do. I washed dishes in the school cafeteria. To help myself study, I made flash cards that fit perfectly on the large metal dishwasher. After I loaded the racks, I stood there and flipped cards, learning the makeup of atoms while water and steam 8)broke them down all around me. I learned how to make y equal to z while placing dishes 9)in stacks. My 10)wrinkled fingers flipped many a card, and many times my tired brain drifted off, and a glass would crash to the floor. My grades went up and down. It was the hardest work I had ever done. Just when I thought the bottom was going to drop out of my college career, an angel appeared. Well, one of those that are on earth, without wings. “I heard that you need some help,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to figure out which area of my life he meant. “Financially, to stay in school.” “Well, I make it okay. I just have trouble working all these hours and finding time to study.” “Well, I think I have a way to help you out.” He went on to explain that his grandparents needed help on the weekends. All that was required of me was cooking meals and helping them get in and out of bed in the morning and evening. The job paid four hundred dollars a month, twice the money I was making washing dishes. Now I would have time to study. I went to meet his grandparents and accepted the job. My first discovery was his grandmother39。t have enough fun in my life and 11)took it upon herself to teach me the art. Grandma was impressed with my ability and encouraged me to continue. Weekends in their house became more than just books and cooking。t been home since Labor Day, and my family was anxious to see me. I agreed to e home, but for two weeks instead of four, so I could return to Grandma and Grandpa. I said my goodbyes, arranged for their temporary care and return home. As I was loading my car to go back to school, the phone rang. “Daneen, don39。s wrong?” I asked, panic rising. “Grandma died last night, and we have decided to put Grandpa in a retirement home. I39。t think “The Old Grey Mare” was even played with more feeling than it was my second year in college. Now, years later, when I walk by a piano, I smile and think of Grandma. She is tearing up the 1