Consciousness has a strange sense of satisfaction.
The river of consciousness and spirit
Reflect bright light in my heart.
The living can't see the defects in the sky.
Like a stone unfamiliar with killing.
But I can't feel the joy of inheriting life.
The last minute of the day is like peeling an orange.
Scattered on the horizon
The light looked down and stared at the spinning world.
Laughter at work is like rosy clouds at dusk.
Slowly, quietly approaching the night.
In another city
I've come a long way, and I still want to go.
Night hangs over the earth.
Staring at me like a silent language
Electrical appliances in the room, pedestrians on the road
The roaring engine on the car
Be branded in a foreign country.
I tried to get close to them.
Try to shorten their different feelings about me.
But I dare not say more.
Everything here is avoiding me enthusiastically.
I stood up and approached them.
Because I can't express myself without them.
I can't wait to take all my comfort.
Get everything
Fortunately, this world
I won't allow sadness to be all I have.
I looked up at the sky and looked at the impulse.
Occasionally hidden in a metaphorical poem.
Instead of exploring the spiritual direction of various metaphors.
Say thank you for the company of the scenery all the way.
Every time I see the earth
A painting that suddenly disappeared on the horizon.
Always crying for it.
Who locked Zhong Tian and Dharma here?
They never drink a cup of boiled water.
Have a cooked meal.
When clouds pass over the earth.
I have some hesitation.
Human grievances and right and wrong.
I don't know whether to take me to heaven or hell.