"Xu Yi Nian, Su Ya Liu Xiang" is an essay on the Internet under the pen name Xiang Xue Ruolan. The full text is as follows:
Silent world of mortals, sitting alone for a year, simple and elegant as a flower, smelling the fragrance of the world, reading gentle poems, enjoying Jing Ya's paintings, listening to a rain, explaining a city's fireworks, enjoying a lotus life, and walking quietly in this autumn.
when you have a cup of tea in leisure, when the tea is full of fragrance, it will remain fragrant in the world, and when the tea is tasteless, it will explain life briefly. Tea, strong and weak, warm and cool, is very popular. Life is like drinking tea, which is prosperous for 3, years. Life has ups and downs, ups and downs, glory and decadence. As long as the heart is fragrant, tea is fragrant when it is tasteless. As long as the heart is lotus, life is indifferent, and the years are shallow. Where is life? Holding a book, reading Xue Xiaochan's Zen is a flower. If you are well, it will be sunny, and I am relieved of love. Those who read Zhang Ailing are compassionate because they understand, so I understand the sadness and joy. Reading the Bodhi of Lin Qingxuan's heart, I half realized the quiet and indifferent of Zen, and the realm of "My heart is like the autumn moon and the blue lake is bright and bright". When the dust is disturbing, I smile and time is like water. My heart < P > believes that words are soulful and fragrant. Really, every time I read these words, my heart will follow the beautiful rhyme, with a touch of tenderness. As time goes by, it falls at the fingertips, as time goes by, as time goes by, as time goes by in Ran Ran, as time goes by, as time goes by, as time goes by.
the world of mortals is long, and my mood is tender. I miss an old man, feel a story, or recall an old time, and occasionally write some words to look back on the ripples of the passing water of time and the passing of years in this silent and noisy time.
when you sit still, your simple heart is refined. However, a graceful gesture can't make a dusty dream, and a beautiful word can't make a fleeting time. Only a simple heart and an understanding can make the dust light, the world light and elegant. Only when it is light, the years are beautiful, leisurely, fragrant, watching everything flashy, listening to the silence of the world of mortals, and letting the heart be relieved in nature.
watch a drop of rain fall on the windowsill, and in an instant, it turns into a plain lotus, pure, clear, shallow, elegant, and full of Zen. It sits fine, enters the spleen, the heart and the soul. A drop of rain, if you think and wish, can cool a heart, wash away dust and even clear the whole world. At this time, I smelled a fragrant smell.
A gust of wind blows off the leaves of flowers, like butterflies flying one after another, dancing slowly in the world of mortals and singing lightly all the way. Although it is about to wither, it really adds a touch of charming scenery to autumn, which is beautiful and scattered. The imperfect business has carved the prosperity of the years, entered the eyes, entered the painting and entered the fleeting time.
a cloud is so carefree that it dances lightly all over the world. Only heaven knows, the rain knows, and so does my heart. Take a happy life, banish it to a stranger's heart, have a dusty heart, have a touch of lead, have a Zen and elegant life, and enjoy the fireworks of your own years.
a poem is gentle and thoughtful, like lotus characters in ink and wash, with a piece of paper passing by, scented with red dust and brocade. Some people, whether they get together or leave, or miss or forget, are just passers-by in the world of mortals. They pick up some thoughts, enter the flowers, enter the rain, enter the smoke and dust, and mingle with a wisp of incense, and bloom a missing flower in their hearts, which is unique in this season.
a grain of red dust, with a dark fragrance. A period of time, cherish the past. In the dust, a little rain cools the heart, warms yourself with a touch of thoughts, sings a city of fireworks, and makes a paper flow.
a stranger is shallow, and the style is full of rhyme. A cup of tea, a flower, a drop of ink, and a poem all exude a shallow beauty and a plain wheatgrass. Time is light and free, and the years are as beautiful as flowers.
On the road of life, we each rush about and guard our own fireworks. In my eyes, time is getting old but elegant, and I am warm and calm in my arms.
I often have an indifferent heart. I watch the world of mortals and look down on the years. If I look down, my heart will be beautiful. If I look beautiful, the flowers will bloom and bloom. The eyes of time will overflow with a touch of lightness, meditate and disperse, and decorate the most elegant lines of life. This is the most rare feeling of life.
I believe that as long as you are Zen-minded, you will be elegant; Time is shallow, and life is safe. Let go of the dust in the world, calm down, look at the world, listen to the traces of memory, make a year, bloom safely in the world, and have a kind of taste in my heart, which is elegant and fragrant.