There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn and snow in summer. If you have no worries in your heart, it is a good time to cool down. Because of hard work, I am worthy of my heart and resigned to my fate. All things are impermanent, all laws have no self, and nirvana is silent. In all the laws of inaction, everything I have is not mine, but only for my use. Everything is in the process of life and death all the time. Only knowing without me can there be "supreme coolness" of nature and harmony.
It's so cool, where the dust is bustling, writing words moistens the silence of a pool of autumn water, planting chrysanthemums around the heart, smelling the sleeves, twisting the fingers, writing about feelings, suffering and love, thinking and worrying, drinking and realizing the heart. Obsessed with and dependent on words, I am immersed in it, immersed in pen and ink, and unwilling to erase my feelings. An idea is cool.
Deep in the dusty years, it is like opening an altar of old wine, full of fragrance and dizzy memories. With a trace of joy and satisfaction. Perhaps, life is just a roll of Buddhist scriptures, a cup of tea, an encounter and a turn. There are things you can't see through in the world of mortals, and there are things I can't understand in the world. Cause and effect, neither you nor I can escape.
Only by entering the world of mortals can we understand the world of mortals. It's complicated to rush by. Missed people; What I missed was a brief glimpse. Whose flowers fall on whose fingertips, whose sadness dyes whose brow? Ambiguous with time, has nothing to do with romance, with his head down, a Zen tea fades away; Charm is late, and a Sanskrit sound blows away youth and ignorance; At the corner of this season, this extremely cool world has changed.
A wisp of fragrance, a trace of heartstrings, a look, a warm smile and a few words are like a bergamot crossing the soul to drive away demons. The world is a dusty event. Every day, every moment, every breath, the rest of life is just a parting and reunion. Although life is bitter, it is still good, and I still love it. Although I am lonely, I am not alone. My soul will always be with me. Even though we are far apart, it's always cool to see words, talk and listen.
The origin is empty and the vacuum is wonderful. Both body and mind are silent, but the heart is cold.