Life is a one-way track. What kind of scenery is left depends on the journey of the soul. Regardless of the ups and downs in the world, I smile calmly and say nothing, which is already elegant.
The past is like smoke, time will eventually fade away, and people will grow old. Only a peaceful heart can keep the colorfulness of the years and fill the paths with fragrance.
Low-key is undoubtedly a kind of elegance. You don’t need to know my story, and you don’t need to explore my world. It doesn’t even matter whether the appearance is attractive or not. What matters is that a tranquil heart enters the poem and brings out the elegant flowers. Come and I will bloom. Cultivate a Zen heart, find yourself in words, and make the situation change with laughter. Every time you look back and turn around, it will be full of poetry.
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"Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" - Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
In the early morning, the sun came out. Under the cover of tall trees, the ancient temple was still sleeping in darkness. Thousands of flowers and trees cover this winding path, and when you come to the Zen room, you feel even more quiet. The light of the mountain makes wild birds feel at ease, and the shadow of the pond makes people's thoughts disappear. The long sound of the bell brings a profound sense of Zen in the complete silence, making people's souls calmer.
2.
"Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart" - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
When you go to Guoxuan Yingchang, there is no village overlooking the credit.
The Chengjiang River is flat on its banks, and the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening.
Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows drift in the breeze.
There are 100,000 households in the city, but there are only two or three here.
The thatched cottage is far away from the hustle and bustle of Chengdu. The courtyard is open and spacious, there are no villages around, and the view is endless. The clear blue river water almost submerged both sides; the lush trees and flowers bloomed at dusk. It's drizzling, and fish jump out of the water happily; the breeze blows, and swallows tilt across the sky. The city is crowded with hundreds of thousands of houses and bustling with people; but here there are only two or three lights, so it is peaceful and peaceful.
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"Returning to Lumen Folk Song at Night" - Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the Yuliang ferry is noisy.
People followed the beach to Xiangjiang Village, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.
The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.
The day is over and dusk is falling. The bells ringing the time come from the secluded ancient temple. People at Yuliang Ferry are vying to cross the river, making a lot of noise. People walked along the beach towards Jiangcun, and I took a small boat back to Lumen. The trees on Lumen Mountain gradually appeared under the moonlight, as if they had suddenly arrived at the place where Pang Gong lived in seclusion. The path between the opposite rocks and pines is quiet and quiet, with only reclusive people coming and going here.
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"Baiyun Spring" - Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
In the Baiyun Spring on Tianping Mountain, the clouds are careless and the water is free.
Why rush down the mountain and add more waves to the world. Baiyun Spring flows calmly on the hillside of Tianping Mountain. The white clouds in the sky relax and roll freely, and the spring water flows leisurely. Baiyunquan, why do you need to rush down the mountain and add more trouble to the troubled world?
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"Pastoral Works in Spring" - Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The spring doves sing on the house, and the apricot blossoms on the edge of the village are white.
Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.
When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar.
A cuckoo bird was singing on the house, and large apricot flowers bloomed in white beside the village. He held an ax to straighten the long branches of the mulberry tree, and picked up a hoe to inspect the underground spring water. Last year's swallow flew back, as if it knew its old nest. The old owner of the house was looking through the New Year's calendar. He raised his glass and was about to drink, but then stopped. Thinking of leaving his home to be a guest, he couldn't help but feel melancholy and regretful.
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"Nanxiangzi Village Dwelling in Autumn Twilight" - Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
Red leaves fill the cold stream, and the empty mountains are filled with thousands of trees. together. Try going up to the small building and looking at it, high and low. A smoke cage spreads ten miles away.
Barking dogs and crowing chickens, lights shining brightly on the way home. When I first drove through Hengshan, it was near and far, east and west. My home is alone in the cold forest.
The cold stream is covered with red fallen leaves. The mountains and forests along the way are silent and no one is around, and all the trees are shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. Try to climb up to the small building and see the mountains in the distance. A sheet of smoke enveloped dozens of miles of lakes.
The barking of dogs is mixed with the crow of cocks, the lights are flashing, and there is no way back. Walking along the mountains, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes east and sometimes west. The home is hidden deep in the autumn and winter woods, and the door is closed alone.
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"Yimao Chongwu Poems" - Lu You, Song Dynasty
Chongwu Mountain Village is good, but the durian flowers have suddenly become numerous.
The rice dumpling bun is divided into two buns, and the moxa is tied with a dangerous crown.
The old folk prescriptions store medicines, and people who are sick also take elixirs.
As the sun sets, I finish my work and smile at the cup and plate.
The Dragon Boat Festival is here, and fiery red pomegranate flowers are blooming all over the mountain village. The poet ate a rice dumpling with two horns, with mugwort stuck in his high crown.
I am also busy storing medicines and preparing prescriptions, so that I can be safe and disease-free this year. After finishing all this work, it was already the time when the sun was setting. His family had already prepared the wine and food, so he happily started drinking.