Wang Wei, think of the snow in Hu Jushi's house on winter nights.
The colder it is, the louder it is. At dawn, I look at my aging face in the mirror for the first time. Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window and pushed open the door to see the snow-capped mountains.
The drifting air makes the long alley quiet, and the snow-covered snow scene makes people realize the spacious leisure in the yard. Excuse me, how are you at home? It must be calm, and it's still tight to live in Chai Men.
Shi Fo Wang Wei's poem "A Winter Night's Story of Hu Jushi's Home" has a long artistic conception, light writing style and light wind. It describes the cold winter scenery so quietly and leisurely, and shows his ethereal poetic style and sage-like demeanor to the fullest.
Exquisite Shi Fo's poems, leisurely writing winter, easily praising snow, simple and quiet words make it easy for us to be in it.
This is a quiet and distant winter day. The scenery outside the window, the cold winter, the snowy fields, the sparse bamboo forests, the deserted alleys, and the leisure, everything is so natural and calm. All this exists silently, whether it is moving or static, whether it is far or near, it should be objective.
What we see is real and illusory. Truth means that we are in this natural world, true; Illusion refers to whether we can be unmoved, look at it with a normal heart and not be troubled. What if you are cold and poor, old and lonely? It is the empty phase of all laws.
I just don't know how many people in this world can transcend the world, and the five aggregates are empty. A person, forget this winter night and sleep in clothes.