In the long summer days, I like the sunset best, flowing, with a long afterglow, and a touch of twilight falls poetically between my eyebrows and my hair shoulders.
I think of the poem in Selected Poems of Mid-Levels: I long for a cloud, the wind has changed, I long for rain, I long for a city, I long for a breeze, I have no struggle between prohibition and freedom, and I long for a period of time. ...
I want to take a walk in the evening, stop and walk around the lotus pond, and listen to my favorite "The Shepherd of Cocoto Sea".
The evening wind is cool in a relaxed and free way, and the melody of the song is exciting, a little cozy and a little casual. Sometimes I sing a few words: "The wine I make can't make me drunk, but the song you sing makes me drunk."
Every time I hear these two lyrics, I feel very sad, and the unspeakable feeling lingers in my heart.
Every time I stand quietly on the shore of the lotus pond, I see how many lotus flowers are in full bloom, how many green leaves are spreading, and how the wind is chasing. I feel unconsciously integrated, or I can't help being intoxicated.
When I think of that feeling, time is calm and heavy. Water waves reflect white clouds and ripples echo the breeze, just like opening a picture of blue sky and clear water, naturally colored and ink blue.
There is no attractive attraction, no fascinating flowers, just a blue-and-white ink painting, which is intoxicating and memorable.
I like to stand quietly like that, and I don't want to move for a long time. Sometimes, with the swaying of the breeze, the flowers hidden under the leaves seem to be "looking back and smiling", or "hiding half of her face in front of us behind her guitar", or just looking at the green leaves, there is a legend of the quiet beauty of the lotus on earth.
Just like we often say poetry and distance, suddenly, at a certain moment of a certain day, in a wisp of wind, or in a cup of tea, we feel a touch of quiet and far-reaching poetry, which also makes people wait willingly, quietly and silently.
People often say that life is a practice of self-study. Learn to be lonely learned to compromise from noisy interpersonal relationships and learn to be independent from the people he loved.
At this moment, look at a tree in bloom, see a pool of lotus blossoms, feel the interpretation of the four seasons, bloom withers, feel the scorching summer sun, and feel the temper of wind and rain. In this way, you can be a person who blooms slowly in time, knowing the world but not the world, that is, knowing how to flutter in the wind and how to keep your eyebrows down.
When a person is no longer obsessed with one thing, or a habit, or a kind of thinking, it means a kind of growth, a kind of calmness higher than the world.
Think of a Zen saying: when life begins to move towards wisdom and awakening, all suffering will end.
Life is a daily life, walking slowly and quietly in a daze.
Life is also a constant effort, and every progress is to get closer to what you want.