I didn't know that "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves", and there is such a clear spring flowing in the world, which urges people to integrate with their dancing life. But I got such a bosom friend, and I seem to have lost track of time, even though I have crossed a century. Just feel-sad and beautiful.
Behind the rush, time passes and flows in the wheel of life, and only on that boring rainy day, in the complicated raindrops, I met him, the Indian philosopher, who took me into a deep and beautiful world and opened a deep door for me. Open the page and start reading "Birds", which is short and pithy, but behind it is a kind of affection and enlightenment, which makes people intoxicated. They are praises to God and life. Just like the same song, it gently permeates your whole body. Under his guidance, I learned to forget the darkness and resentment, and see through my soul in this happy sadness-looking from the inside out and seeing the wonderful world pieced together; From the outside to the inside, read a life that is unwilling to be lonely.
It seems that in the silence of night, I picked a star from the heart of night. It shines in my heart and will not go out after all. Its poems, like birds, cover me through the silent night-
"My heart is a bird in the wilderness. It has found its sky in your eyes."
"It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom."
"You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow."
"Because of the love of imperfection, perfection decorates itself more beautifully."
The paper is turned over on the next page of the finger, and the faint ink lingers between the fingers. I told myself that nothing is really perfect, and beautiful deformity is the ultimate goal, which supports your life. In the dark sky like water, I seem to answer with a smile and sigh in confusion. Lonely night, wrapped in fog and rain, I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness. It seems that the rain is connected with the sky.
"The fountain of death makes the water of life jump."
"I heal you, so I want to hurt you; I love you, so I will punish you. "
I can never write my heart at this moment. I want to praise him, but I can't. This faint sadness can only be felt silently in my heart and cannot be expressed in words.
Sadness is silent and calm in my heart, just like raindrops falling quietly in the silent forest.
The light shone softly in my room, and I sat in a corner of heaven and earth and began to meditate.
Between heaven and earth, not empty; Life and death are not far away. Perhaps there is no clear boundary between life and death, but emotions and thoughts are integrated in the turning point of fate.
At this moment, I clearly feel my existence and my meaning.
I'm here.-In the universe.
Not at the end-although the end is also the starting point.