The setting sun sets to the horizon, and the western sky is burning with bright red light. A piece of peace fell gently on the silo trees of the Vatican, and the wind of the evening breeze slowed down. A broad beauty quietly filled my heart. For me, at this moment, I have lost its boundaries. Today's dusk stretches and melts into the distant dusk countless times ago. In Indian history, there were hermit monasteries at that time, and the rising sun generate came out every day to wake up the birds and carols in the clean forest. Day by day, the bright and quiet dusk of the sunset beckons the cattle that provide ghee for the fire all the year round to return to the cowshed from the lush river and foothills. Indian simple living and the solemn time of spiritual practice are clearly reflected in today's quiet evening. It suddenly occurred to me that our Aryan ancestors never ignored the magnificent scene of sunrise and sunset on the endless Ganges Plain for a day. They never bid farewell to morning prayers and evening prayers coldly. Every yogi and master of every family warmly welcomes the charming scenery in their hearts. They welcomed the beauty of nature into the temple to offer sacrifices to the gods, and looked forward to the overflow of beauty with pious eyes. They suppress their excitement, stabilize their emotions, and melt the morning glow and dusk into their infinite reverie. In my opinion, they didn't create their own paradise at the intersection of rivers, on the beach and on the peaks enjoying natural beauty. In the scenic spots they opened up and the places of interest they left behind, man and God are integrated. My inner prayer lingers in the evening sky: I hope I can look at this great beautiful image from the perspective of the Spring Festival, instead of dimming and belittling the beauty of this world with hedonic thoughts, I will learn to make it more real and sacred with piety. In other words, the determination to give up the delusion of possessing it and dedicate myself to it rises in my heart.
I also feel that it is not easy to realize the true beauty and admire it. We abandon many things, push many things we are bored with far away, turn a blind eye to many contradictions, and regard beauty as a fashionable luxury in a narrow range suitable for our hearts. We tried to make the world goddess of art a maid, humiliated her, lost her and lost our well-being.
Looking at people's likes and dislikes, the nature of the world is not complicated, and it is easy to see the beauty and god in it. It is not difficult to see a grand harmony by mixing the contradictions and deformations found locally into the whole.
However, we can't treat people like nature. People around us are too close to us, so we exaggerate his shortcomings with a particularly critical eye. His short and insignificant shortcomings often turn into very serious mistakes in our feelings. Greed, anger, fear and sadness make us lose sight of people's comprehensiveness, but make us vacillate over other people's small mistakes. Therefore, it is easy for us to find beauty in the vast twilight, but it is not easy to find it in the secular world.
Today at dusk, we saw the wonderful image of the universe effortlessly. The master of the universe personally presented the complete beauty to our eyes. If we analyze it carefully and enter its interior, countless miracles will come. At this moment, a flame storm is flying among the stars in the boundless twilight sky. If we witness some of them, we will be dumbfounded. Looking at the beautiful tree leaning against the starry sky in front of us with a mirror, we can see many veins and whiskers. There are layers of folds on the bark, and some parts of the branches have dried up and rotted, becoming insect nests. Standing at dusk overlooking the world, everything you see is imperfect and abnormal. However, we didn't abandon everything, but embraced Bona, humble, frustrated and abnormal, and the world publicly showed its beauty. The whole is beauty, and beauty is not something in a narrow circle surrounded by thorns. The creator can easily show it to the world in the silent night sky.
The game of powerful natural forces is thrilling, but in the evening we can see that it is so quiet and beautiful. Similarly, the great pain experienced by a great man in his life is beautiful and noble in our eyes. The pain we see in the perfect truth is actually not pain, but joy.
I once said that understanding beauty requires restraint and hard exploration, and the beauty preached by empty desires is a mirage.
When we fully understand the truth, we really understand beauty. Only when we know the truth perfectly can people's eyes be pure, their hearts be holy, and they can see the joy hidden all over the world without hindrance.