Xue's Zen Poems

Si Nuo's Zen poems? It's another snowy day, sitting in front of the window, watching the snowflakes dancing and falling leisurely, rejoicing in the silvery white world where I live. Every year, I always wait for a snow with an innocent heart in this half-winter city of Pinellia. For this extremely cold snow, I will not be afraid or disgusted. When the snow falls, my heart is relaxed. Every day is accompanied by snow, so snow will occupy your eyes and heart, and there will be no other obstacles, only peace with the world. This is an understanding in Qing's favor and a sense of security in Su Xin's heart.

If the world understands the love of ice and snow and wants to treat people, it will not be a cold person. Snow, the original clean and quiet destination, is the red dust precipitated by thousands of dust. Snow and Zen in Tang poetry are extremely pure and silent, which makes people yearn for it infinitely.

Zen, just one word, is an artistic conception and a world. I can't remember when I began to like this word.

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Perhaps, as Wang Wei said in his poem, this word has nothing to do with teenagers. It must be after the vicissitudes of life that I began to yearn for the breeze and light clouds, hoping to experience a kind of Zen life.

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue is the snow in the Han River, the loneliest and coldest snow in Tang poetry. If your heart is empty, then you really have no trace, no dye and no place to live. The ethereal is deep, and everything seems to be silent. Liu Zongyuan, his life has been degraded all his life. If a person is brilliant, but always unhappy, his heart may be like this "lonely boat" and "desperate" to survive in Jiang Xue. In fact, no one can really get rid of such a thing, whether ancient or modern, and the peace and tranquility gained in meditation is Liu Zongyuan's inner conversion.