Article/Xiao Pang
That day, the wind blew through the wind chimes in the corridor, and I was reading "The Most Beautiful Life". The legend of a monk planted a seed in my heart. Tiny seeds. My thoughts are always galloping inadvertently. A monk who strayed into the world left us a poem that has been passed down through the ages: That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your sutra; that month , I shook all the prayer tubes, not for salvation, just to touch your fingertips; that year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to meet you, just to stay close to your warmth; in that life, I changed mountains and rivers. I turn around the pagoda not to cultivate the afterlife, but just to meet you on the way. (Tsangyang Gyatso's "That Life")
What kind of lakes and mountains are there in the legendary Namtso? The blue lake water has made the blue stamens, and the snow-capped mountains have made the white petals. Unparalleled flowers bloom in the universe. What kind of blue is that? It's as blue as sapphire, crystal clear, more like a thousand-year-old tear, telling the feelings of the world. I couldn't refuse, so I made a dream. One day in five months, I would go and see it.
I have always believed that no matter what we encounter in life, if we plant the seeds of dreams in our hearts, we will no longer be desolate, hesitant and sad. If we don't lose our dreams, we won't lose the passion and strength of life; if we cultivate our hearts well, we always believe that if you bloom, the breeze will come.
Maybe the flow of time is always a bit selfish, and what you want does not come quietly. I just want to say that please don’t be anxious, please go slower, slower still, and give the years more glory. Maybe God wants to A huge surprise for you, so let us persist more, have more expectations, don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged, keep going, the sky ahead may be broader. Don't always envy other people's splendor and beauty, and don't waste the time God has given us. Let's lay a fertile soil in our own heart and let it bloom plumply. Read a book, listen to some music, take a walk, enjoy the scenery, and do something you like. Slowly, our ideals will surely grow plump and powerful wings.
Every day, Brother Junxi and I run on the road facing the rising sun. Although the past of perseverance is full of hardships, sweat and tears are often intertwined with each other, perseverance and giving up have never given up the war. Fortunately, we persevered. The harvest is not simple and can be described in words. We are convinced that as long as we persevere to the end, it will be final. victory. When we gain a strong body and a strong heart, I think the piece of blue we planted in our hearts together will definitely come unexpectedly!
Everyone is a river and lake. If you wander around in the rivers and lakes, your heart will be covered with dust as time goes by. When you are too tired, give your heart a holiday. It is spring and the sun is shining brightly. Okay, find a green grassland, use the ground as a bed, lie on your back facing the sky, and bask in your heart, she will be very happy, or there are mountains and flowers everywhere, make an appointment with a few friends, climb the mountain, and look at the flowers, no matter how good the photo software is It can't cover up the fine lines of time, but the clean laughter in the picture always has the warmth of the soul. The wind was strong, blowing up my friend's clothes and hair. The moment she pressed the shutter, I thought of a woman named Huiyin. She said: The wind is soft at dusk, and the stars are there; unintentionally In the middle of the flash, fine raindrops are sprinkled in front of the flowers...
We may always be dull and boring in the secular world, or even live a little humble, but who can resist us? Live a noble heart. Maybe I really can't change the world, but I can remember your happy faces with my eyes. Life has always been a serious matter, and I don't want to waste it every bit...
Let's not always say that we are late or old, we will eventually lose our youth . The calligraphy of an eighty-year-old lady has the style of pines and cypresses without losing the beauty of bones. How many years of calligraphy skills are needed to develop it? However, the old lady only talks lightly. She only started when she was seventy years old. Pick up the brush, do you have any reason to think it's too late to start?
In the remaining time, don’t lose our passion, ambition and longing, don’t sink in the time, don’t compromise with the years, regain the high morale of the past, walk on the road with confidence, let the whole world bloom only for us. .
As the night gradually darkened, Lezhi’s lights became warmer and warmer. I looked up casually and saw a foreign friend chatting. The young girl opposite nodded from time to time. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but their cadence was ups and downs. The taste of happiness can clearly be read in his tone. In such a scene, it is appropriate to splash ink on rice paper, write a poem with a pen, or warm a pot of wine, travel through an era, and hold a candle to talk about how unhappy and sad life is. Brother Junxi quietly raised his head from "Bronze Sunflower" and asked his mother: "Why is this time and space so ethereal?" I smiled and did not answer...
I know, When we can nourish our hearts with such pictures, when we move forward with dreams in mind, when flowers, grass, and hope are planted in our hearts, our hearts will no longer be barren, and our days will surely be fulfilled. Bentou...