Chapter 1: Dream back to the lotus pond and lotus heart.
A beautiful song, a pool of rootless water, swept the lofty aspirations full of world ambitions. A shy teenage love affair falls among the flowers, and the eternal dream is indifferent. How many ways to go home are forgotten in an indulgence, and eternal impetuousness is washed away in a flower fall, leaving a confused dream, suddenly looking back, full of vicissitudes of tears.
The first time I dream, I wake up in my dream.
The whirling world, Shura hell, time turns gently, the silent book of life and death, the lotus pond of His Royal Highness Yamaraja, the fine water under the Naihe Bridge, the Meng Po on the bridge, the travelers coming and going, the wailing of Yuxi, the fluttering of a familiar figure, pale cheeks, whispering softly, unforgettable reminders, skinny bodies, the changes of time and space, broken walls and bloody battlefields.
Homesickness dreams are hard to look back, and a sad autumn dream is hard to remember. Fear, fear, fear.
Dream again and never forget this night.
Graceful, a ridge of Yu Lian stands on the lotus pond, lush, pavilions, long skirts swaying, long hair fragrant, shed a handful of beautiful tears, wipe one of the views, smooth the kiss mark of the splendid Luo skirt, white and translucent fragrant tea frivolous, tight around the waist, hot on the chest, lingering fragrance on the lips, and let the hair slip and hit the cheeks. Just because I miss it, I miss the return of swallows, and Yuanyang swims with me, all I get is many lingering dreams. Looking back on the Millennium, things have changed, and turning to the yellowed title page, I will never forget this night at that time, and I can only fly with a song.
Tears of beauty and heartbroken memories, even a song, are always hard to forget. Alas, alas, alas,
Three dreams, full of pride.
Deep in the old mountain, peach blossoms are in full bloom. Pick a peach blossom, full of ethereal, small bamboo forests, running water, and scoop a ladle of water. Let people enjoy the fragrance, hang a bead curtain on the lotus pond, brew a pot of peach blossom wine, wait for friends to speak freely, smell the fragrance of a pond of lotus flowers, refresh people's minds, watch the shade of lotus leaves, accompany with Qushui, watch the birds and flowers, and be happy, wait for friends to come, warm a pot of peach blossom wine, take one to drink, pour out their hearts, and talk about past lives in two cups, and talk about life ideals in three cups, wouldn't it be? Everyone is drunk, straight ahead, quick to talk, what's more, singing songs, full of lofty sentiments, making people sigh in their dreams. Is this ambition comparable to reality? Why don't you have a drink now and never talk to each other?
Passionate banquet, mellow wine and a cup of waves are always hard to pity. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Now dream back, a cup of tea is fragrant.
Not just a dream, but more attempts, an illusion I am looking forward to, a tea set, burning a pot of boiling water, listening to the sound of boiling water, playing a zither beautifully, burning a piece of sandalwood, surrounded by fragrant fog, letting go of thousands of thoughts, sitting quietly, making a pot of green tea, watching the tea powder floating in the clear water, cleaning the cup wall, washing, floating and watching in the deep heart. The night is still so quiet, everything in the dream is still so quiet, a little quiet, stars turn, meteors flash, everything seems so quiet, and there is only one beautiful night in my mind! And the lotus pond in my dream.
Dream is fragrant, lotus blossoms, and dreams are fragrant for thousands of miles. It's always difficult to wake people up. Quiet, quiet, quiet.
Lotus dream is hard to wake up, forget the world in the dream, leave a light in the air, stay in your hometown, talk to beautiful people and friends, and you can wake up in your sleep. Daydreaming, dreams will eventually break. It is better to dig a pond and plant lotus roots in it until the lotus roots sprout in the coming year, and both the lotus dream and the lotus heart will be harvested.
Chapter 2: Heart lotus blooms.
The heart is empty, and the lotus blooms all over. That shallow pink, pure white, is so light, light and refined, without a trace of dust. Lotus, out of mud but not dyed, clear but not demon. Buddha said: One is everything, and everything is one. In my opinion, Nilian is the most authentic and beautiful Sanskrit.
Buddha sees all beings, and all beings are Buddhas. Lotus heart thinks of everything, and everything is lotus. Self-nature is Buddha, and everything is created by idealism. Lotus, really, blooms in every dust. Its fragrance permeates the void.
A flower and a world, a sand and a pure land.
The universe in my mind is just a flower, * * *, a leaf and a floating cloud. Water in a bottle, heart and moon in the sky, empty clouds. A Buddhist name, a Zen mind. Buddha said that life breathes. Moment is eternity.
Everyone is a lotus flower, and everyone is Amitabha. This is the realm of Buddha. Walking in the world of mortals, crazy bees dancing in waves and butterflies, running water chasing flowers. However, it is often shocked by the blooming of every lotus in the secular dust.
Spend in turbid water and hold a He Jie! In the moonlight, who is the fragrance for? The heart is quiet, the moon is shadowless, and the fragrance is traceless. Lotus, ice soul and jade spirit, empty and clean, detached from things.
Cezanne apples are cold, Van Gogh sunflowers are hot, Tao Lingju is leisurely, and Banqiao bamboo poles are thin. The swan song that brings us souls. Only the lotus of Buddha is eternal, silent and beyond the light of the soul. Not dirty, not pure, not increasing, not decreasing, not being born or dying.
Poetry, lotus is. Books, lotus is. Painting, lotus is. Song, Lotus is. Lotus is in my heart, not in my heart. Walk into the lotus, close your eyes and listen to the empty Sanskrit singing, and return to your real home. The Buddha called us mercifully: Come back! Come back! You and I are one.
I didn't see you, Wushan Yu Yun, Huaqing Chikong, Farewell My Concubine, Broken Bridge and Broken Snow. Love is lingering, away from sadness. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? Running water is empty and sad.
Don't you see, there are imperial palaces, emperors and princes, and merchants. Only broken walls, wild grass in the setting sun, and Western jackdaw in the west. Since ancient times, the beauty has been unlucky, and the hero is vain and resentful.
Love and hate are just a romantic game. Being famous and having a good education is Conan's dream after all.
Buddha said that this is a world of concubines. Everything is like a dream. Since it is a dream, both sin and goodness are illusions. What's the point of being illusory and persistent? It is best to celebrate life and death with ancient temples, blue lanterns, morning bells and drums, and wooden fish singing in Sanskrit.
Buddha said: Let it go, everything goes with fate.
Put it down, there is no dust, and there is pure land everywhere. With fate, there is always bliss without me and desire. It is very comfortable to watch the clouds rolling in the sky. Look at the world where flowers bloom and fall, color is empty, and empty is color.
Heart lotus blossoms, flowers bloom to see Buddha.
Chapter III: Lotus Leaf
Occasionally, I will go to the botanical garden to see lotus flowers. If it is daytime, lotus watchers always crowd the lotus pond for fear that the lotus will die soon.
Some people come to the lotus pond to sketch, some people bring brushes and some people bring cameras, hoping to find the most beautiful corner in their minds, leaving indelible images and recalling the summer in Chi Pan after the lotus leaves.
Once, I met a group of photographers from the Photography Association, went to the lotus pond to give lectures, and disbanded on the spot. Then I saw photographers with several cameras on their chests, aiming at the lotus flowers in the pond as if possessed, and sometimes shouting. It turned out that a photographer found a good angle and asked his companion to look at it. In an instant, a dozen photographers focused on that angle and pressed the shutter like a thunderstorm.
About half an hour later, the team leader whistled and the photographers put away their cameras. Everyone was very satisfied with the lotus photography just now, with smiles on their faces, moved to their next stop, and then used the lens to erode the scenery.
At this time, I was surprised to find that the lotus in the pool came back from it like a nightmare. Just as the photographer was taking a noisy and vulgar photo, Lotus hung her head and kept her eyebrows silent. After the photographer left, the lotus looked up at each other-who said that plants are ignorant? If we can experience it with a subtle heart, we will know the welcome or sadness of plants.
It's true, when there are many people during the day, I feel that the beauty of lotus life is suppressed, and the frantic voice makes them silent. At night, especially in the middle of the night, most people left, leaving only three couples. At this time, a person sitting quietly by the lotus pond can hear the noise of lotus flowers in the silent night, making an unmanned lotus pond more lively than someone's.
Especially in several places where water lilies are in full bloom, Xu Xia gave birth to Huayan during the day, and was exhausted by the noise of tourists, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep gently. Water lilies seem to be quieter than water lilies and contain some loneliness that no one understands.
In the sleeping lotus pond and the lotus pond, there are couples talking day and night. They appreciate each other's lotus flowers in the name of lotus viewing. Sometimes I see a lotus pond in their hearts. When they are gentle, they are quiet. When they are noisy, they know that the lotus is in the pool and in their hearts. If you see couples quarreling in Chi Pan, it will make people feel that their lotus flowers have bloomed in autumn and will soon be left to listen to the rain.
Lotus flowers are beautiful when they are in full bloom in summer. Isn't it beautiful when the lotus doesn't bloom? Because all the fallen leaves are still full of tender youth. Lotus in autumn, in the rain and wind, recalls the glory of its own season and also has quiet beauty. Can you still see beauty when there are no lotus flowers in winter? Sure! The cold in winter makes us full of expectations. Looking forward to showing us the beauty of the future.
Everything is beautiful, how nice!
The most real thing is that no matter how grateful we are, we always know that it is the same pool.
Watching the lotus in full bloom and the people by the river always reminds me of a Zen case. A Zen master came to ask Master Zhimen, "What happened before the lotus came out of the water?" Knowing the door, he said, "Lotus."
The Zen master asked again, "What about after the water?"
Knowing the door, he said, "Lotus leaf."
-If you find the true heart of the lotus, what does it matter if it doesn't bloom? It is much more important for us to find the lotus in our hearts than to appreciate the lotus outside.
On a windless afternoon, at sunset, through these clouds, how do I know? The heart of the lotus can be found in the forest with dense trees and even in the tattered cloth shoes on the Cross Street. Similarly, if we are ignorant, even if we enjoy the lotus all day, we will lose the heart of the lotus.
That is, when we can look back at the clear self-nature, we can "bamboo density does not hurt water, mountain height does not hinder clouds", and we can listen to the breeze blowing the subtle pine trees in the forest with high mountains, so it's good to listen far and near!