On the road of life, everyone is strong, supporting himself with spiritual practice, facing the sunset, leaving a thin shadow, integrating with heaven and earth, embedded in the last corner of light, belonging to infinity, and integrating into the power of life in the skylight.
A cup of tea, left for a long time, is cold, shallow, bitter and astringent, like the taste of life. Pour out some, add some water, the color is a little lighter, but what about the taste?
I seem to hesitate to taste it easily. I just looked at the tea smoke at the mouth of the cup, lingering, looming, ethereal, and some tea fragrance mixed in it. I think, if we taste it again, it may not be the original taste, just like this time, after a long time, we taste it again, leaving only memories, just like the vicissitudes of the world, after the experience, after the residue, only the indifferent taste is left.
After all, I didn't drink the rest of the tea, but I seem to understand something. No matter how beautiful life is, the last thing left may be bitterness, all joy and loss, and finally a cup of indifferent and tasteless tea.
Outside the window at this time, there are piles of fallen leaves. Is this the last silence of the season, or the loneliness of the soul on the road of reincarnation, gathering for warmth, or walking together? I always feel that what I have pursued, worked hard and gained should be happiness. At this time, fallen leaves are piled up in the corner, and life is a hopeless ship. When to set sail, I still need the call of the future.
On the road of life, life will run aground and the train of life will reach the end. Now, we should be on the road, on the plain, on the beach and in the tunnel. How can I make it clear?
Probably, we are all on the way to practice. When we see flowers blooming, we know the beauty of life. Seeing the leaves falling, we know how to cherish life; Only when you see the scenery on both sides of the strait can you know the importance of appreciation; Stepping into the secluded path, we are still confused.
What really makes us want to know and understand may be the moment when we enter the deep mountains and forests and sit alone. At this time, it is naturally a Buddhist temple, and we are pilgrims. The soul can become a flower, or a grass, or just a drop of dew on it. And this drop of dew will also dissipate with the sun, and will slowly fall into the soil and then disappear.
At the time of enlightenment, there is only the voice of the heart in silence. Perhaps, at this time, we realized that we were just a pilgrim on the road of practice, forgot ourselves, walked lightly with a ray of Buddha's light hope, but suffered countless hardships, bowed our heads to the lost years, walked and repaired, and understood a lot.
What is life for? Life is not for liberation, all kinds of flavors have been tasted, so I understand that happiness is a mixture of flavors; Life does not seek positive results, and all kinds of scenery converge to have a clear mind; Life is not to become a Buddha, but to be a pilgrim on the road of practice, and to give up the fireworks on earth.
At this point, I understand that life is a practice, and we are pilgrims walking between matter and spirit, reading our own scriptures, going our own way, seeking our own Buddha, and growing up slowly in practice.
Second, enjoy peace and solitude.
Time flies, how does time slip through your fingers? I can't imagine. Walking time, leisure time is the most suitable; It is better to be quiet than to embrace time; It is best to walk with time when walking; Race against time, you will feel it when you are nervous. In winter, looking back and staring, year by year, with the melting of snowflakes, my heart hurts a little, and some of them fall in love, just like a friend who will leave when we meet again.
Cherish the time carefully, but still can't help but sigh the preciousness of an inch of time and an inch of gold. It has become a luxury to find that tranquility and enjoy it in the hustle and bustle. In fact, fate will not lose anyone, nor will it owe anyone; Time has never become thinner or thicker. Take it easy, there is a blue sky overhead; If you look down, your heart is a sea of flowers. Only after late autumn and winter can you feel the alternation of nature.
After the spring breeze and summer rain, you can feel the magic of natural changes. After time's tempering, you will bloom like a flower; Only by tasting the ups and downs of time can we tenaciously support ourselves. You don't have to find any reason to refuse a period of precipitation, a period of past events and a period of quiet reverie.
Silence and loneliness are clear water in time. Only when the lake is quietly filled with them can an impetuous heart sail a canoe in the lake. If you have a happy life, your heart will be moistened in time, women will be more gentle and intelligent, men will be more stable and mature, children will be more naive, and even flowers will be silent and open, with long fragrance.
Find a quiet place and enjoy a quiet place. There are many ideas in this world that breed in quiet places. If you like reading and writing every day, you must choose a quiet time, even for a moment. At that moment, you can have melodious piano music, fragrant tea, or warm sunshine, or sit or lie down, completely relax your body and mind, and everything in your life is boring beyond words.
Taste life, be grateful for this time, meditate under the lamp or swim in the sea of books, or have a heart-to-heart talk with friends, and the fragrance of tea attacks people, so that the feelings are restored to simplicity and truth. Even if the spiritual journey has experienced ups and downs, it will eventually become quiet and dull in a quiet place. Such as the oil painting hanging on the wall, when the prosperity is gone, the scene in the snow shows not only silence, but also the indifference of life. A painting or a scroll of calligraphy shows the author's mind and soul. It seems that only a few strokes or a few strokes are natural and unrestrained, and how long has it taken for the author to wait and see, splash ink, and be so dignified, bold and beautiful?
In a quiet place, my heart is transparent and quiet, without interference and noise. Although I can't reach "the world is like a lotus, my heart is empty." State, but also to find a good time to settle down. The Buddhist scriptures say: "Life is like robbery, and desire is like illusion." Enjoying a quiet and solitude in the noisy world of mortals can be said to be the ultimate, and the heart is calm.
Such a prosperous or simple day, swaying in a quiet place, a string of looks back and sweetness, like mountains connected to the sea, like the wind whispering to the leaves. If time gets old, the warmth flowing in the deep heart still condenses the fragrance and comfort of the years.
If you can't grasp time in one hand, let it nourish life, temperament, quiet light and calm, and cultivate a spirit, spirit and spirit. Quiet, moist and wise. The time moistened by the heart, after a hundred flavors, is mellow and distant.
A quiet place is not only for a period of time, but also for the precipitation of time and the feeling of life. That is the beacon of the soul, illuminating your way forward; It is the warm sunshine in winter, soothing the secular heart; It is the bud of spring, which makes love more fragrant, lasting and better.
Third, the taste of memories.
Memories are delicious and vivid. Grow up, walk in time, feel quietly, have a calm feeling, pass the autumn red in Chun Lv before your eyes, release the sadness of the world of mortals, and precipitate the ups and downs of the years. As long as we wipe away the dust in the world and open the sense of smell in our hearts, we seem to smell the fragrance of a grass, a leaf and a flower. This faint fragrance, mixed with the astringency of the soil, leads our footsteps and hearts to find the dwelling place of memories lost in reality and time and space.
Memories, sometimes like a man's unrestrained, unrestrained, like running water, spring back to Qiu Lai, running for a long time. You can reach the past life thousands of years ago and touch the afterlife thousands of years later. Sometimes, like a runaway wild horse, it gallops around the world, breaking through numerous mountains and the vast Yuan Ye. Sometimes it's like a lonely boat, flowing in the waves, passing through countless streams, shoals and forks, turning thousands of times. Sometimes, like an eagle, it flies over dusk and dawn, drawing a shining track in the lonely sky. Don't ask where it comes from, just know that the place where you live is its original origin and final destination. The flowers, grass and trees in front of your window are its habitat tonight, and the ferry you stare at is where it sets sail, and it also sends you the longest song of wandering waves. Memories are deep, nostalgia is melancholy, and missing is missing.
Memories are as elegant and gentle as women. Through the rain in March, the hope of dusk, the mirror of dawn makeup, the sadness of Matsuoka, the spring tears of forest flowers. Seeing the moment of gathering and dispersing, sadness moves to the shadow, like a dream, like a delusion, like anger. I feel that the clouds under my eyes have disappeared, and the clouds have grown, and my life has become cold and warm. There is always a faint light and a faint sadness in those past events. Such as the wind blowing a pool of spring water, set off layers of ripples, floating a little smart, bringing a little sweet and sour. Close your eyes and savor, a bound, alert and eternal soul.
Memories come and go. How much affection, how much sadness, a fateful encounter, a moment, the past like smoke, one after another, into a melancholy. When I left, the quiet long street, scattered autumn leaves and silent footsteps all disappeared at the end of the long road. When you come, you are light, you are humming, you are shallow, you are walking, you are heavy, you are hesitant or reluctant. Memory floats in every corner, every season. If you want to relive it, just open a window, and the throbbing emotions will roll in like a flood. You will see peach blossoms and Li Yan, willow trees piled up by sheep, blue sky and green flowers, and grass growing and warblers flying. You will sigh that the red fades to green, the red becomes a formation, the city is cold and smoky, and the ground is messy.
Different seasons, different situations, memories taste different. I can't let go of my thoughts, even tears, so I have to try my best to remember. There will always be your information and yearning in the distance. Deep down, there is a feeling, like a green snake crawling in that vast area. The woman in white went away and disappeared like the wind, leaving a sigh of the Book of Songs. Only a bluebird flew over, facing the northern sky. Can it travel through the depths of light at that time? Even so, it can bear the gentle red smoke and green rain in the south, the faint sadness and the warm embrace of drunkenness.
This road, you walk with your head down, the west wind is fierce, and you are just a shadow. Memories are like long camel bells, some monotonous and some desolate. There are no distant trees in the mountains, no grass on the roads, no clear waves in the river, only the lonely city of Wan Ren Mountain, with strong wind and dark snow. Standing on Gao Gang, the back is far away, and the sleeves are still cold, giving birth to vastness. Tears streaming down her face, who will replace you in the middle of the night, in the spring, watching the geese coming from the south and returning in Xiaoxiang's dream? You are still Caoyuan Ma, just a long river with a sunset, and the grass is low in smoke, smelling the smell of grass and the fragrance of flowers. The wind is blowing blue, full of deep feelings. I hope Ma Touqin can stand up and sing loudly. Far away, cattle and sheep become flocs, yurts sprinkle beads, and the taste of memories is so vast and far away. The sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, the grass is so green and the flowers are so bright. Only you enjoy it alone, and a different feeling comes to mind. I miss this world.
You are wandering on the shore of farewell and can't see the returning mast. Only the familiar song floated faintly from the wind. It was once a love song. Singing and drifting waves, memories seem to bloom like lotus flowers of missing. You look up, thousands of thoughts are in the colorful clouds, herons are singing. Looking back suddenly, the girl in that dream, wearing a long skirt, danced with the wind and danced lightly with the wind. Your body and mind are immersed in the feeling behind the slight coolness, and your heart is trembling beyond words and words. All the joys and sorrows are gone with the wind.
In the spring you walked through, the dream fell on the branches, as light as the wings of a butterfly, dancing in the flowers and dancing in the grass, and the memories were fresh and intoxicating. In your residence, there is shallow sunshine and warmth, the wind is slanting, the swallows are whispering, and there is a laziness when you wake up in the afternoon. I came to see you, the courtyard was deeply mottled with memories, and was gently locked by a rusty copper key, so I had to push through the door and quietly. Fortunately, a wisteria is still in full bloom, warm, hot and dazzling. The upside-down flowers are half hidden and half present, revealing a calmness. There are brewing memories in the wind, and I clearly see the old shadow of the long-lost heart pool. You are feeling sorry for yourself and smiling silently. I was drunk by the song and chewed the taste of memories for a long time.
Fourth, life is like wine and tea.
Holding a cup, if it is tea, the world in the cup and the ups and downs of life can precipitate the fragrance of life; If you hold a cup, if it is wine, the world in the cup, and life is half awake and half drunk, you can realize the mellow and moist life.
Tea wine represents the beverage culture in China. The two are rich in connotation, and the fine products also set each other off. Tea and wine are also two kinds of temperament in life. The south word is like tea, and the north word is like wine. At the same time, it also represents two attitudes towards life. Tea is gentle, and wine is bold and open-minded. It is also most appropriate to treat tea and wine as life. When you are free, you will want to drink tea. In a quiet and beautiful time, you will enjoy drinking alone, sit still and relax, taste the shape and bitterness of tea, and know its fragrance, then you will know the ups and downs of life.
When you are tired, you will want to drink. In the complicated years, you will be intoxicated in the shadows. Tasting is a dream, drunk, and the taste is strong and light. If you know your true nature, you will know that fame and fortune are dreams. Tea and wine are two sides of life, each with its own advantages and disadvantages, which complement each other. Green tea and wine are not only a respect for hospitality, but also a way to taste people and hearts. Tea needs to be refined, let us know that only indifference can be peaceful in ups and downs, and tea needs to be tasted slowly, let us know that only precipitation can have the fragrance of life in a long life.
You need to drink wine to know the ups and downs of success or failure, and you need to enjoy wine to know how to let go of life in an impetuous world. Tea can meditate, it is indifferent to fame and fortune with a normal heart, it is an elegant life, it is a Zen of enlightenment, wine can intoxicate, it is a sober mind to anesthetize itself, and it is a link to relax. If life is a cup of tea, it will go from thick to light, from chaos to clarity, from fiery to insipid, from cool to light, and it will sink to float. The elegance of life lies in calmness, calmness and elegance.
If life is a glass of wine, people are intoxicated, enjoy the spirit, forget the sorrow, and have a temporary joy of relief. Sometimes they are awake, they can see themselves clearly, sometimes they are illusory, and they can also appreciate the enthusiasm of life. A bright light in life is to appreciate life, know how to taste, drink one cup at a time, and drink one cup at a time. In the end, it is either dull or drunk, simple and confused. Perhaps this is also the best ending in life.
Holding a lamp in life is also a feeling. The soul will become more and more pure, life will become more and more mellow, life will abandon glitz and become calm, and the taste of life can be tasted alone, intoxicated and lingering. Looking at life, I also feel that life is not so great and ostentatious, but more gentle tea, passionate wine, bitter and spicy, which will eventually be settled by the dust.
Life holds a lamp, tea is not enough, wine is not deep, tea is not pleasant, wine is not chaotic, and vicissitudes are indifferent. If you taste it moderately, you will have self-knowledge in the aftertaste. Holding the lamp in life is also a state of mind. Living is a state of mind. Quiet tea, strong wine and sober drunkenness are all life. Both tea and wine contain the truth of life. Those who can taste it can taste the fragrance and sweetness, while those who can't taste it will feel bitter and spicy, and real life lingers between tea and wine.
Life holds a lamp, water carries wine, and tea is fried. Life is like wine, and it can be said that there is a chivalrous journey. When life is as quiet as tea, it can be said that there is a hermit's degree, and all kinds of life forms are in it. No matter life is like tea or wine, when you hold a lamp, you need to savor it slowly to know the true taste and meaning of life and realize the realm of life.