There is a kind of emotion in the world of mortals, which has always been in my heart, taking root, sprouting and blooming for a long time. The result will be that it will spread into an extremely violent passion over time, and it will become more and more intense, and it will become more and more flavorful. It is said that the original intention has not been lost. It doesn't matter if you say it's a deep love or a crazy love.
Summer leaves quietly, and the seasonal wind quietly passes through my ears, touching my heart. When the autumn wind blows, I watch the rain in front of the window. The falling raindrops merge into running water, and the ripples are all like my thoughts.
To stir my heart, I have always thought that seasons come and go, everything reincarnates, everything is cause and effect, it is the mercy of the years, and the Zen that people who understand Buddhism must have.
I don’t understand Zen, but I like that kind of artistic conception, which is relatively quiet, such as playing the piano among the flowers, making tea in the forest, and looking for plum blossoms in the snow. These are the Zen feelings I like.
Of course, there is also what is said in the book, one leaf knows autumn, one leaf, one bodhi, one flower, one world, what a beautiful artistic conception, it has reached the heart, the ultimate fragrance, that light meaning, can always make one feel happy. A tired heart can rest quietly, and tired people can be comforted.
I also like paintings with a Zen feel, which have a unique style and outline the overall artistic conception with just a few strokes. For example, the mountains in the distance are covered with daisy, or a tree forms a scene. There is no need for heavy ink and color, just a few drops. It is light in the heart and refreshing in the eyes; for example, a boat on a flat lake, the reflection of a boat, or a leisurely boat crossing across the wild, just a single stroke. A wisp of clouds and a hint of breeze, as light as cotton wool, are enough to make people happy for this encounter.
Perhaps, you will say that the world of mortals is full of sufferings. Yes, life, fleeting years, and time are all in such a hurry that people have to express infinite emotion. Or I lament that the years are ruthless, fleeting, and a bit unhuman; or I lament that the shadow of time is as thin as a piece of paper, and I walk sideways and hard in the gap of time. Is it more about feeling about life? Ordinary days, light mood, always have too much complexity and sadness. The world is too thin and cold, my enthusiasm is not high enough, and I cannot bear it.
Not to mention the impermanence of the world, not to mention the depth of love and the shallowness of love. In the depths of the world, everyone has deep and deep emotions, varying degrees of affection, which cannot be foreseen, retained or controlled.
It’s not pessimism, but on the worldly road, people disperse as you walk, and emotions fade as you walk. The prosperity and romance you encounter in summer will eventually fade away in autumn after the autumn leaves fall. Turn into plainness; go round and round, no matter how touching your oaths are to each other, the eternal alliance, and the everlasting oaths, if you cannot withstand the test of time, they will eventually be dried up by the years and be called a kind of joke.
However, there are thousands of styles and flavors in this world, and there is always one that suits you. There is always one kind of emotion in this world that is true and pure. When you see someone you fall in love with, there is always a feeling in this world that is simple, like tea, like Zen, a touch of sadness or warmth, which warms life and makes time beautiful.
In the long years, there is always a feeling in my heart that has always lived in my heart. It is a light feeling, a deep love, a person I like, a pleasant word, and a scenery with a clear breeze and bright moon. , it is the quiet beauty of time that makes life quiet.
Even if the years are silent and the moon goes up to the west tower, even if the time is silent and the brows are frowning, the beauty of time and the tenderness of time still exist, and I love you as before, you will also be there in the passing of time. Entering the country, harmonizing the rhythm, discovering the beauty of the world and the compassion of time.
As a result, those messy traces in the vicissitudes of time have become the grace of life, and the mood is natural, and there is a mood towards beauty.
In the autumn-stained scenery, looking for autumn is like a dream, without being surprised or disturbed, sitting and watching the autumn colors, withered yellow and gradually red leaves, dancing gracefully. When the wind has nowhere to put life, but it is thrown into the earth. The embrace will...perhaps, this is a surprise, a gift, and the eternal harmony between nature and life.
If the soul and nature are in harmony, the appropriateness is also the most affectionate confession and tacit understanding, so there is this silent ending.
I want to say: Don’t be pessimistic on the road of life, flowers will bloom as you go. Follow time, walk on the road of growing old, walk on a winding road of the heart, walk on a muddy road, whether it is scenery or hardship, in short, the warmth and coldness of the world will surround you, and you will walk out of the cold. It is warmth. Without warmth, it is cold. If there is spring in your heart, the world will be full of flowers.
If there is a peach blossom garden in the heart, it is nowhere to be found among the water and clouds, with flowers blooming on the streets and full of fragrance. How can the beauty of this world be expressed in words?
When the flowers bloom, the eyes are full of charm; when the flowers fall, the heart is full of melancholy poetry. Whatever comes to mind is the taste, the poems that can be read, and the beautiful scenery that can be enjoyed. .
If you understand, it will be a life of happiness. If you understand, it will be a kind of wisdom in life. If you understand, you will see the rainbow through wind and rain, so that life can move forward easily.
If this is a kind of growth in life, then if you walk with beauty, you will understand that Baiyun's persistent ambition is in the distance, and you will understand that the most beautiful thing in the life of flowers and trees is not blooming but quiet.
With an understanding in my heart, the moonlight is like the wind blowing on the strings of the piano, and I feel Zen, beautiful, and completely comfortable; my mind is quiet, like sitting in a bamboo forest, and there is the purity of Youhuang. Is it far away? The faint sound of the mountain and the evening bell of the temple are heard far away in the heart, but what is heard is close, and it is also wonderful.
In this wonderful world, there are always some beauties that you encounter unexpectedly. As the seasons pass, the eyebrows and eyes of autumn are full of dreams. The dreamy world is not withered and scattered. In the quiet time, you grow older. The emotions are intoxicated with a bit of color. As time goes by, in the reincarnation world, there will still be spring and flowers blooming, and there will be flowers and a full moon.
Ups and downs, ups and downs, joys and sorrows are all encounters on the road of life. No matter the scenery or obstacles, what cannot stop us is the poetry and distance in our hearts.
Face the vicissitudes of life with gentleness, fight against the cold with emotion, spend time with joy, devote all your life's love to pursue your own good times.
If life only happens once, if the soul does not have nirvana, then I do not seek immortality, but would rather grow old in love, which is also a crystal Bodhi. Or, life is just a flower falling, not seeking brilliance, but lingering on the splendor of a season; or life is a chrysanthemum in autumn, weaving its own dreams in the autumn, embracing the fragrant branches with tranquility and beauty.
Or, I am a walking flower, coming from winter to spring, walking is spring, and with an innocent attitude, the flowers bloom on the road and return slowly, and I am still a young man when I return. Heart!
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