I seem to know why things are so sad. I think of "life".
Everyone who is alive seems to have their own life. What is life? Most people never think of it, even "life" doesn't often think of it. I'm talking about leaving my life and looking at my life. Living people seldom do this, because they are either philosophers or fools. "Philosopher" is not human nature in biology. It is too far away from the animality of biological nature, and its scarcity shows the cleverness and solemnity of nature. Because what nature needs is that people can't leave animals before spreading seeds. Although there are joys and sorrows, most of them come from small gains and losses in life, hoping to get compensation and adjustment from small gains and losses. If a person pursues abstraction, the result will not go against nature, and he will inevitably ignore nature. Thoughts will hurt themselves and confuse society. Because in the pursuit of the meaning of life, it will inevitably conflict with all established orders. In the same situation, this brain and hand can interact, or become a thinker or an artist, and brain and behavior can interact, or become a revolutionary. If you can't use each other, it will cause division, and finally this person will become crazy. In fact, the abstract thinking of philosophers or lunatics that violates biological principles and denies natural order has exactly the same meaning.
I'm going crazy. Fascinated by abstraction. I see some symbols, a shape, a string, a piece of silent music and poems without words. I see a most complete life form, all of which exist in abstraction, but disappear in front of the facts.
Who can use bamboo as a bow and arrow to shoot into the clouds and never fall? My imagination, like a long arrow, shoots into the sky and never returns. What the long arrow records is in the vast void of blue and tranquility.
A wise man can read a short article from this misty sky by making good use of his wisdom, including sigh and silence, color and fragrance, love and resentment. No author's name. No years. No story. No ... but the content is extremely soft. Void is silent, and there is music in the reader's soul. The void is bright and blue, but the reader's soul is bright and clean.
There is a slope on the stone road in front of the gate. The slope is shaded by trees, with long stems and weak branches and green leaves, such as green flowers, feathers and flags. There are always mountain spirits, showing their waist and white teeth, coming and going. All the people I met were dumb. Love can make people silent, and a language sings death. Love and death are neighbors.
However, abstract love can also make people super-living. Patriotism also requires life, and only energetic people can be patriotic. People castrated like temples have no love, are enthusiastic about the country and appearance, are careless about things, have no feelings for people, and are extremely afraid of ideals. He also married and had children, taught knowledge, and was an official at meetings, but he was always a eunuch in his mental state. Tell the eunuch this, of course, there is no way to understand.
The dream at night is very strange. I saw a pale green and white flower with a weak neck and a soft flower. The flower body has slight spots and bruises and is slightly shaken by the door. There seems to be a familiar voice greeting in an unknown place:
"You see, there should be planetesimals in the flowers. Take a closer look. "
So I reached out and touched it. Flowers tremble slightly, if you are afraid. Smile again, if you have something to lean on. Gently touch the stems, pedicels and petals. Some leaves fell off near the flowers.
If you smell a sigh, it is deep and clear.
After the thunderstorm. I woke up and smelled a dog barking in the distance, barking like a leopard. Semi-confused state in bed meditation, feel extremely disappointed. Because Bai Lianhua was swinging by the door, it was impossible to shake or laugh when he was touched!
After getting up, I wrote down the process and treated a piece of jade with semi-relief, such as jade work and cutting and grinding. When finished, it looks like a small ornament on the fireplace. Exquisite as porcelain, simple as bamboo.
Most people like to use academic qualifications to measure a person's moral level. Especially when it comes to sexual morality. Actually, it's hard to say. We should laugh at some people, but society often respects them, such as Yan Temple. Some people we should praise, but society thinks they are evil, such as honesty. As usual, most people express ideas contrary to the facts. Most people are willing to remain safe or self-sufficient in hypocrisy. So I burned the manuscript. I am not afraid of society. I hate society and hypocrites. I don't want this perfect poem to be tainted by hypocrites.
White flowers are extremely quiet. Very quiet in image.
In the valley, there should be a white lotus with light blue stripes, a weak neck and long pedicels, speechless, fragrant and pale, with a beautiful trunk. The pollen is yellow and the leaflets are as green as grass.
Francois once wrote a story, Red and White, which described the position of love in life, all its forms and its subtle changes. I want to write "Green and White" to express images in form.
I haven't found such a good-looking article on the nature of Li Yuansheng's Tea Drinking ~ ~
Drinking tea is a pleasure, at least in Chengdu. When two or three people get to know each other, they help Tan Xing with tea in the teahouse, and chat with friends who are not present one by one, so they return to their home for dinner with a sense of accomplishment. The people being talked about are harmless and expand their popularity, so living in Chengdu is easy to become famous. This is why there are always more celebrities in Chengdu than in Chongqing.
You see, drinking tea is good, unlike wine, which hurts the stomach. If a man and a woman are together, drinking tea is safer than drinking. Drinking tea makes people awake and easy to see the key to life, so secular men and women finally become philosophers, and the result is nothing more than promoting the construction of spiritual civilization. Drinking is dangerous, promiscuity after drinking, and poor eyesight. It is easy to treat each other's single eyelids as double eyelids, which leads to love by mistake. Drinking is not good.
But even a good thing like drinking tea can sometimes become a problem.
For example, drinking conference tea is very painful. You should dress neatly, pay attention to your sitting posture, don't lean back, don't put your feet on the stool in front of you, act healthy, clap your hands and smile, and don't talk to the people next to you. So I have to drink tea. This tea is not simple. I drink in my mouth, but I keep drilling in my ear. When nonsense and tea are mixed together in the stomach, it is easy to have a chemical reaction, and the stomach hurts immediately. Think of the next few hours, you have to react like this, and those who are bold are likely to run away. In order to use their time for personal purposes, their expressions are very similar to absconding with money.
Even drinking tea at home will cause problems. According to my research, if you want to drink good tea, there must be no theme, so chatting is like walking with your hands behind your back. If you are interesting, stay a little longer, if you are bored, walk away leisurely. If there are too specific themes and a little secret, drinking tea becomes a problem.
For example, a friend of mine is good at drinking tea secretly. He always has something on his mind, always has something to do with others, and always comes all the way to tell me about it, telling me not to reveal it. I didn't have any secrets, but now I have drunk tea several times, but I want to live behind his secrets. I am so thin, but his mind is getting heavier and heavier. How can I stand it?
I can't help but feel disheartened at the thought of drinking like this.
On this day, he called again and said mysteriously and happily that he would come over for tea. I just heard that he fell in love with someone at first sight. It seems that he is not going to travel at night. He wanted to come and tell me this lady's name. I used my quick wits to say that tea can't be drunk for nothing. I'm writing a documentary article about love, so give me some topics.
This guy really ran away and never came for tea again.
Ji Bolun's Sand and Foam is Lebanese, but I forgot to write it in English or my mother tongue. There are many works on the internet, and the writing style is very unique ~ ~
I will walk on the beach forever,
Between sand and foam.
The climax erased all my footprints,
The wind will also blow away the foam.
But the ocean and the beach,
But it will last forever.
I once grabbed a handful of cigarettes.
Then I reached out and looked, ouch, the smoke turned into a bug.
I raised my hand and opened it again. There was a bird in my hand.
I took my hand again and held it out. There is a man standing in my hand, looking up at the sky with a melancholy face.
I took my hand again, and when I reached out, there was nothing but smoke.
But I heard a very sweet song.
Just yesterday, I thought I was just a fragment, trembling without rhythm in the sky of life.
Now I am burning, I am the sky, and all life is fragments that rotate rhythmically in my body.
They woke up and said to me, "You and the world you live in are just a grain of sand on the boundless beach of the boundless ocean."
In my dream, I said to them, "I am a boundless ocean, and the world is just sand on my beach."
Only once was I too embarrassed to speak. Someone just asked me, "Who are you?" At that time.
God thinks of angels first.
When it comes to God, the first word is man.
We are creatures flapping, swimming and chasing thousands of years before the ocean, and the wind in the forest gives us language.
So how can we express the ancient times in our hearts with yesterday's voice?
The Sphinx only spoke once. Sphinx said: "A grain of sand is a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand;" Now let's keep silent. "
I heard the Sphinx's voice, but I didn't understand.
I have seen a woman's face and all her unborn children.
A woman looked at my face and recognized my ancestors before she died.
I want to be whole. But unless I can become a planet inhabited by rational creatures, what else is possible?
Isn't this everyone's goal?
A pearl is a temple built by pain around a grain of sand. What is the desire to build our bodies around what kind of sand?
When God threw my stone into the wonderful lake, I disturbed its surface with countless circles.
But when I fell into the abyss, I became very quiet.
Be quiet, I will challenge the night.
When my soul and body were United by love, I was reborn.
Once upon a time, I knew a man who had extremely keen hearing but could not speak. He lost his tongue in a battle.
Now I know what kind of war this man fought before this great silence came. I am glad of his death.
The world is not big enough for the two of us.
I lay on the beach in Egypt for a long time, silent, forgetting the season.
Then the sun gave me life, and I got up and walked along the Nile.
Sing with the day and dream with the night.
Now the sun has stepped on me with a thousand feet, leaving me lying on the beach in Egypt again.
But look at a miracle and a mystery!
The sun that brought me together could not disperse me.
I'm still standing, walking along the Nile with steady steps.
Memory is a form of meeting.
Forgetting is a form of freedom.
We measure time according to the movements of countless suns; They use a small machine in their pocket to measure time.
Then please tell me, how can we meet at the same time and place?
For those who look down from the window of the Milky Way, space is not the space between the earth and the sun.
Humanity is a river of light, flowing from eternity to eternity.
Don't spirits who live in the ether envy human suffering?
On the way to the holy city, I met another pilgrim. I asked him, "Is this the way to the holy city?"
He said, "Come with me, and we will reach the holy city in a day and a night."
I followed him. We walked for days and nights, but we haven't reached the holy city yet.
To my surprise, he went the wrong way and lost his temper with me.
God, let me be the captive food of the lion, or let the rabbit be my captive food.
People can't reach the dawn except through the dark road.
My house said to me, "Don't leave me, because your past lived here."
Lu said to me, "Come with me, because I am your future."
I said to my house and road, "I have no past and no future." If I stay, I will go to my residence; If I go, I will stay on my trip. Only love and death can change everything. "
How can I lose confidence in the fairness of life when the dreams of people who sleep on fluff are not more beautiful than those who sleep on the land?
Strangely, the desire for some entertainment is also part of my pain.
I despised my soul seven times:
The first time is when she can get up and be humble.
The second time I saw her limping in front of the lame.
The third time was to make her choose easy, and she chose easy.
The fourth time, she did something wrong, but comforted herself that others had done something wrong.
The fifth time, she tolerated weakness and called herself patient and strong.
The sixth time she despised an ugly face, but didn't know it was one of her own masks.
The seventh time, when she sang an ode, she believed it was a virtue.
I don't know what absolute truth is. But I am modest about my ignorance, which includes my honor and reward.
There is a space between people's fantasy and achievement, which can only be passed by desire.
Heaven is over there, behind that door, in the next room; But I lost my key.
Maybe I just misplaced it.
You are blind and I am deaf and dumb, so shake hands and make peace.
The meaning of a person lies not in his achievements, but in the achievements he seeks.
Some of us are like ink, others are like paper.
If someone is not black, someone will become dumb.
Unless some people are white, some people are blind.
Give me an ear and I'll give you a sound.
Our heart is a sponge; Our heart is a river.
However, isn't it strange that most of us would rather absorb than run?
When you want to see those nameless gifts and embrace endless troubles, you really grow up with all creatures and ascend to a greater self.
When a person indulges in an illusion, he will treat the vague taste of this illusion as real wine.
You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness.
When my cup is empty, I leave it empty; But when it is half full, I hate it.
The essence of a person is not what he reveals to you, but what he cannot reveal to you.
So, to get to know him, don't listen to what he says, but listen to what he doesn't say.
Half of what I said is meaningless; I say this so that you can hear the other half.
A sense of humor is an appropriate restriction.
When people praise my talkative mistakes and blame me for the virtue of silence, my loneliness arises spontaneously.
When life can't find a singer to sing her feelings, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
Truth is always known, and sometimes it is spoken.
Our true self is silent; I am very talkative the day after tomorrow.
The voice in my life can't reach the ears in your life; But to avoid loneliness, let's talk.
When the two women spoke, they said nothing; When a woman talks to herself, she reveals everything about life.
Frogs may be louder than cows, but they can't pull plows in fields, grind noodles in hotels, and their skins can't make shoes.
Only dumb people are jealous of talkative people.
If winter says "spring is in my heart", who will believe in winter?
Every seed is a wish.
If you really open your eyes, you will see your own image from every image.
If you open your ears to listen, you will hear your own voice among all the voices.
Truth needs to be discovered by both of us: one speaks it and the other understands it.
Although the waves of words are always noisy above our heads, our depths are always silent.
Many theories are like a window, through which we can see the truth, but they also isolate us from the truth.
Let's play hide and seek. If you hide in my heart, it is not difficult to find you. But if you hide in your shell, no one will find you.
A woman can cover her face with a smile.
How noble it is that sad heart can sing a happy song with a happy heart.
People who want to understand women, or analyze genius, or solve the mystery of silence are people who want to wake up from a beautiful dream and sit at the breakfast table.
I am willing to walk with people who walk. I don't want to stand and watch the parade pass by.
You owe more than gold to the person who serves you. Give your heart to him or serve him.
No, we didn't live in vain. Didn't they pile our bones into a fortress?
Let's not be picky. The poet's heart and the scorpion's tail both rose gloriously from the same land.
Every dragon will produce a St. George who killed the dragon.
Trees are poems written by the earth in the sky. We cut them down to make paper so that we can record our holes.
If you want to write (only saints know why you write), you must have knowledge, knowledge of art and magic-music of words, art without affectation, and magic that loves your readers.
They dipped their pens into our hearts and thought they were inspired.
If a tree writes an autobiography, it will be no different from the history of a nation.
If I had to choose between "the ability to write poetry" and "the happiness of not writing poetry", I would choose that kind of happiness. Because joy is a better poem.
But you and all my neighbors agree that I will never choose.
Poetry is not an open view. This is a song that gushes from a wound or a smile.
Words are eternal. When you say or write, you should understand its characteristics.
The poet is an abdicated king, sitting in the ashes of his palace, trying to squeeze out an image with remnants.
Poetry is a gathering of joy, pain and surprise interspersed in words.
It is futile for a poet to look for the mother of poetry in his heart.
I once said to a poet, "We won't know your evaluation until you die."
He replied, "Yes, death is always an enlightener. If you really want to know my evaluation, it is that my heart is more than my mouth, and my heart is more than my hand. "
If you praise beauty, even if you are in the middle of the desert, you will have an audience.
Poetry is ecstatic wisdom.
Wisdom is a poem sung in the mind.
If we can confuse people's hearts and sing in their minds,
Then he really lives in the shadow of God.
Inspiration always sings; Inspiration never explains.
We often sing lullabies to our children to put them to sleep.
All our words are fragments scattered from our ideological feast.
Thought is often a stumbling block to poetry.
It is a great singer who can sing our silence.
How can you sing if your mouth is full of food?
If your hands are full of money, how can you raise your hand of blessing?
They say that when the nightingale sings a love song, it will put a thorn in its chest.
We are all like this. Can we still sing without this?
Genius is just a song sung by a robin in late spring.
No matter how high the mind is, it can't escape the material needs.
As a musician, the madman is not inferior to you and me; But the instrument he plays is a little out of tune.
Poems that are silent in the mother's heart are sung in the child's lips.
There is no wish that cannot be realized.
I've never been exactly like the other one. The essence of things seems to be between us.
Your partner always feels sorry for you. But your other you grew up in sorrow; Then everything will be fine.
There is no struggle between soul and body, except in the hearts of those whose souls are asleep and their bodies are out of balance.
When you reach the center of life, you will find beauty in everything, even in the eyes of those who can't see.
We live only to discover beauty. Everything else is a form of waiting.
Sow a seed and the earth will give you a flower. Make a wish to heaven and the sky will give you a lover.
The devil died the day you were born.
You don't have to go through hell to see an angel.
Many women have borrowed men's hearts; A girl can have it.
If you want to have it, you must never ask for it.
When men's hands touch women's hands, they all touch eternal hearts.
Love is a curtain between lovers.
Every man loves two women: one is his imaginary work and the other is not yet born.
Men who refuse to forgive women's subtle faults will never appreciate their great virtues.
The love that was rehabilitated in a few days became a habit and finally became slavery.
Couples only embrace one thing, not each other.
Love and jealousy never talk.
Love is a bright word, written in bright handwriting on Zhang Guangming's album.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
If you don't know everything about your friend, you'll never know him.
Your most gorgeous robe is woven by others;
Your most delicious meal is eaten at someone else's table;
Your most comfortable bed is in someone else's house.
Then please tell me, how do you separate yourself from others?
Your thoughts and mine will never agree, unless your thoughts stop at numbers and mine stop at clouds.
Unless we reduce the language to seven words, we will never understand each other.
How can my heart be opened except broken?
Only deep sadness and bliss can reveal your truth.
If you want to be exposed, you must wave in the sun or carry your cross on your back.
If nature had heard what we call contentment, rivers would not have sought the sea, and winter would not have turned into spring. How many of us can breathe air if she hears all the stingy words we say?
When your back is to the sun, you only see your own shadow.
You are free in front of the sun during the day and the stars at night;
When there is no sun, no moon and no stars, you are also free.
Even if you close your eyes to everything in the world, you are free.
But you are the slave of the person you love, because you love him.
You are also the slave of the one who loves you, because he loves you.
We are all beggars in front of the temple. When the king went in and out of the temple, each of us got a reward.
But we are all jealous of each other, which is another way to despise the king.
You can't eat more than your appetite. That half of the food belongs to others, and a little bread is left for the uninvited guests.
If we don't entertain guests, all the houses will become graves.
The kind wolf said to the naive sheep, "won't you come to my humble abode?"
The sheep replied, "If your house is not in your belly, we will be proud of your house."
I stopped the guest at the door and said, "No need. Go out and wipe your feet. You don't have to wipe it when you come in. "
Generosity is not that you give me what I need more than you, but that you give me what you need more than me.
When you give, of course, you are charitable. When you give, turn your face away so that you won't see the shyness of the receiver.
The difference between the richest man and the poorest man is only a whole day of hunger and an hour of thirst.
We often pay off yesterday's debts from tomorrow.
I have been visited by angels and demons, but I have sent them away.
When the angel came, I read an old poem, and he felt bored.
The devil came, I committed an old crime, and he walked in front of me.
On the whole, this is a good prison; I just don't like the wall between my cell and the cell next door;
But I promise you, I will never blame the warders or the people who built this prison.
Those who ask them for fish and give you poisonous snakes may only give them. Then they are generous on the one hand.
Deception sometimes succeeds, but it often kills itself.
When you forgive a murderer who never bleeds, a thief who never steals, and a liar who never plays Zen, you are truly generous.
Whoever can put his finger on the dividing line between good and evil can touch the edge of God's holy robe.
If your heart is a volcano, how can you expect flowers to bloom from your hands?
What a strange way to deceive yourself! Sometimes I prefer to be hurt and cheated, so I can laugh at those who think I don't know I'm hurt and cheated.
What can I say to a suitor who plays the role of the pursued?
Let the man who wiped his hands on your clothes take your clothes away. He may still need that dress, but you certainly don't.
Unfortunately, money changers can't be good gardeners.
Please don't whitewash congenital defects with acquired virtues. I'd rather have defects; These defects are the same as my own.
How many times have I dragged all the crimes I didn't commit on myself in order to make others feel better in front of me?
Even the mask of life is a deeper mysterious mask.
You may judge others only by what you know.
Now tell me, which of us is guilty and which is innocent.
A truly fair person is someone who feels obligated to share your sins.
Only idiots and geniuses can break artificial laws; They are closest to the heart of God.
Only when you are chased, do you run.
I have no enemies, God. If I had enemies,
Make him even with me,
Let truth be the winner.
You will be very friendly to the enemy when you and he both die.
A person may commit suicide in self-defense.
A long time ago, a "person" was crucified because he loved others too much and was too cute.
Strange to say, I met him three times yesterday.
The first time he begged the police not to put prostitutes in prison; The second time was drinking with hooligans; The third time he fought with the judge in the church.
If what they say about good and evil is correct, then my life is just a long crime.
Pity is only half fair.
The person who pushed me unfairly in the past is the person who I was unfair to his brother.
When you see a person being taken to prison, say to yourself, "Maybe he escaped from a smaller prison."
When you see a person drunk, say silently in your heart, "Maybe he wants to avoid something worse."
I often hate in self-defense; But if I were a stronger person, I wouldn't have to use such a weapon.
How stupid it is to cover up the hatred in your eyes with a smile on your lips!
Only people below me can envy me or hate me.
I have never been jealous or hated. I'm not above anyone.
Only those above me can praise me or despise me.
I have never been praised or despised. I'm not under anyone.
You said to me, "I don't know you." This is an excessive compliment to me and an insult to you for no reason.
When life gave me gold and I gave you silver, I felt very generous. How despicable!
When you reach the core of life, you will find that you are neither higher than sinners nor lower than prophets.
Strangely, you should sympathize with the slow-footed, not the slow-hearted.
Pity the blind, not the blind.
It is wiser for a lame man not to break his crutch on the enemy's head.
How confused the man who thinks he can give it to you from his pocket and get it back from your heart is!
Life is a team. The slow man found that the team was going too fast, so he stepped out of the team.
The brisk man found that the team was walking too slowly again, and he also walked out of the team.
If there is such a thing as guilt, some of us will follow in the footsteps of our ancestors and commit crimes backwards.
Some people are controlling our children and rushing to have sex.
A really good person is one who is with people that everyone thinks are bad people.
We are all prisoners, but some are in cells with windows and some are in cells without windows.
Strangely, when we defend mistakes, we use more power than when we defend right.
If we confess each other's sins, we will laugh at each other for not being innovative.
If we all disclose our virtues, we will also laugh at everyone's lack of innovation.
A man is above man-made laws until he commits a crime against man-made customs;
After that, he was neither above nor below anyone.
The government is an agreement between you and me. You and I often make mistakes.
Sin is another name for need, or a disease.
Is there a bigger mistake than recognizing others' mistakes?
If others laugh at you, you can pity him; But if you laugh at him, you will never forgive yourself.
If someone hurts you, you can forget it; But if you hurt him, you must always remember.
In fact, others are your most sensitive and attached to another body.
How rash you are when you want others to fly with your wings, but you can't even take out a feather.
Once upon a time, someone sat at my desk, ate my rice and drank my wine, and laughed at me when they left. I will ignore him if he wants to eat or drink again in the future; Angels laugh at me.
Hate is a dead thing, which one of you wants to be a grave?
The glory of the murdered man is that he is not the murderer.
The protector of human nature is in its silent heart, not in its chattering mind.
They think I'm crazy, because I won't trade my time for money;
I think they are crazy because they think my time can be valued.
They put the most expensive gold, silver, ivory and black in front of us, and we put our heart and courage in front of them;
But they claim to be masters and treat us as guests.
I would rather be the smallest person who has a dream and is eager to realize it than the greatest person who has a dream but no desire.
The most pitiful person is the one who turns his dreams into gold and silver.
We are all climbing the peak of our wishes. If another climber steals your grain bag and wallet, but fills the grain bag and makes the wallet heavier, you should pity him;
This kind of climbing will add difficulties to his body, and this burden will lengthen his journey.
If you see his body expanding and climbing when you are thin, help him; This will increase your speed.
You can't judge a person outside your knowledge, how shallow your knowledge is.
I will never listen to a conqueror preach to the conquered.
A truly free man is one who endures slavery patiently.
A thousand years ago, my neighbor