Late at night in the afternoon, it suddenly became cold.
Looking up, it was gloomy outside the window, and there was a cool breeze hovering wantonly, as if you could rustle the treetops as long as you turned around. In this weather, even the exhaled breath can't feel the temperature at all At this time, the heart is desolate. Just like a wild field, all the sorrows overlap as promised, and then they are gently cut off at every turning point. I have to sigh that time is so old. Those who secretly flourish in a certain mood, those who are wrinkled after the silence of time, like the autumn wind in the long river of years, can no longer stand the deep affection of spring peach blossoms.
Once upon a time, we wrote prosperity in our hands, cut the noise from our hearts, and then discarded it all the way. Until, a trip through my heart, I only hope that when the years are quiet, I will quietly run through my inner memory, not for the amazing time, but to touch myself when I float to the corner of my eye.
Think about how many fleeting relationships in that world are beyond our control, beyond the dust. In our hearts, the feelings of the universe are deep, and the ultimate enemy is just fleeting, just like a piece of water in time and space that is drifting away. If there is a fate, look at the fleeting time horizontally, look at the joys and sorrows vertically, and walk well all the way, without the need to subvert the vicissitudes of life. You have come, and I am here, quietly guarding a year of silence and indifference. Maybe you can meet my eyes and join hands in a familiar smile.
In a warm and quiet afternoon, meeting your favorite words is like meeting someone you loved many years ago. She said, you know what? In the years after you turned around, how long did it take me to be sure that you really left in the boundless time? This kind of love scene, no one, who failed, can only say that no one wants to be lonely for a long time. At that moment, I suddenly had to turn my back and look at the distance outside the window. At this moment, a tear is surging from my heart to my eyes, passing through my cheeks and lips and rolling down towards the dust.
Season, just a little low eyebrows, that sentence lost from the poem, too late to say goodbye to themselves, the wind, has been thin. The thin wind rolled from the back of the distant mountain, passed through the loneliness of withered calamus flowers, met a wisp of soul sitting among the grass leaves, and then hugged each other prostrate. I seem to see that in a certain year, I once shed tears for a certain person, still meditating in a dream as thin as cicada's wings, and I insist on refusing to take a curtain call, like a promise of my heart engraved on the yellow scroll of years.
We always give up our moments relative to ourselves for the sake of so-called emotions, and interpret an illusory story in the glitz of romantic affairs to be reckless. However, how much bitter attachment, in the end, is only the end of the song. It is better to live in the present, cherish the present, this life, a pen, a bitter and bitter day, and that tea meditation, half a flower fragrance, * * * Qing Huan.
Time written by poets is always quiet. Clear water grinds ink, which makes people boil words, and writes a life aftertaste in the wind, in the water, in the dust and in the painting. You don't have to create very harmonious sentences, and you don't have to take into account words and feelings. You just splash ink, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one. However, what you interpret with your heart must be plain beauty. For example, it is a person's state of mind, always inadvertently, you can find the so-called stability in your own rules and regulations.
And that kind of happiness that penetrates time, those thin and trivial thoughts, without careful consideration, are hidden in the plum blossom cuffs of Ran Yan women. As soon as I raise my hand and let go, it has become a time full of sandalwood flavor. Just like, the joy of fluoride in the fundus, leafing through the ancient scrolls, overflows from the ink-scented poems, and the lips are half-smiling, just like the warm, humble, quiet, winding fingers and fragrance in those months in winter.
Haizi said: forever, behind the wind is the wind, above the sky is the sky, and in front of the road is the road. I said, forever in my eyes, I can sleep quietly on the clouds, so that every time I face my soul, it is the most thorough exile. Then, rest in the world of mortals, smile in romance, let time pass by and bury me in reincarnation.
And a calm heart is the eyes you use to see the world. Small emotions, how to balance, only you try to change. One day, you will find that the world is like water, full of joy and warmth.
Many times, I like to read happiness in other people's eyes with my heart. That happiness, like the clouds outside the dust, the wind at the bottom of the sleeve, the flowers in the garden and the rain on the leaves, seems to take only a little time to slow down with a smile. And the heart that knows how to listen, even if it is walking in the desolation of the years, will gradually sprout a kind of compassion because of the warmth in its arms.
Time flies, I am waiting for you in the Jianghu.
As if, the sentences written in the small shadow of time are as beautiful as flowers, and when the breeze blows, they will be fragrant. As the Buddha said, everyone who comes into the world will have a compassionate heart, in the clear Shan Ye, in the dream under the eaves and in the vast world. As long as you truly feel it with your ordinary posture, no matter how close or how thin you are, you will feel the affection from the simple charm. That trace and wisp are all about love.
Emotions in the world are always full of mystery. Or the breeze and bright moon, or the black water in the white mountains, in the end, there will be irrefutable cause and effect in it. Therefore, some people, even if they have never met the right person in their whole lives, it is not that God has forgotten to take care of them, but that they can only get these benefits from this journey. If there are too many, there will naturally be no happiness to enjoy. However, I believe that the justice of fate will not take sides. As the saying goes, if fate owes you something, it will definitely compensate you from another aspect.
Born in the world of mortals, although I have never been to Zen, I must have Buddha nature in my heart and enjoy the warmth of sunshine every day. Even if there is occasional haze, I can slowly release my heart and make all my emotions as small as dust in a roll of yellowing time. And when you walk through all kinds of noisy and mixed smells with a peaceful heart, in the growth of all things in the world, you quietly meet a beauty that belongs to your soul, until one day, when you look back, you should be glad, at least, you can keep your inner integrity and take care of yourself. This page comes from the inner monologue, because it has nothing to do with the world, so it will be gentle and quiet.