When the spring breeze pushes the peach buds away and floats to the willow tips, swallows bring the news of spring.
When Rosa laevigata was burning with fragrance, the thunderstorm poured out the warmth of summer.
When the dead leaves flutter in the cool breeze, the grain precipitates into autumn maturity.
When Hao Han birds whimper on the gray-yellow branches, Dongmei reveals the reserve in winter.
Every grass, tree, insect and bird in nature contains a vast world and unlimited information. If you persist in every soul throb, even the smallest thing can report to you the expectation of the next moment.
"A leaf falls to know the autumn on earth" and "an almond goes out of the wall". The ancients had poems telling us not to let go of any phone call or any signal.
When the apple landed, Newton saw gravity; Grain by grain, Yuan Longping saw hybrid rice; When the cat's eye narrowed, Ouyang Xiu saw noon.
The difference between a mortal and a great man is that a great man can often see a world from a leaf, while a mortal can only see himself.
Mr. Yu's "Cultural Journey" shows people exquisite traces. Maybe you only saw the vast territory and rich resources of ancient China, but Yu Xiansheng saw the groaning and crying of ancient China. Thousands of years of history, a hundred years of shame, are displayed in front of us in that brick, tile, wall and column, and that bloody knife and gun. When visiting places of interest, do you only focus on the shock brought by such fresh old things, or do you see the vicissitudes and helplessness left by a world?
Yes, everything around you can bring you a world, even through time and space!
If you see the tolerance, wisdom and dignity that the whole world should have, then everything will not bring you inferiority and regret, but courage and self-confidence, because you see a world and your own heart!
In the darkness, there are masters of China and Japan, who risk their lives to weave lonely lights at dusk and care for the rain and dew before dawn. All sink in the west, regardless of the concentration and dilution of time, only one leaf brings you the world forever!
As long as you believe that branches and leaves contain the world, subtly contain the world, subtly contain the broad, limited and infinite. As long as you are willing, keep your eyes open and find everything around you, and put down your heart to remember every moment, then you will have the whole world!
A grain of sand, a world; A flower, a heaven, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an instant!
Did you get a look at him? A branch and a leaf, there is a world inside!
One branch, one leaf and one world.
Topic composition: Tang poetry says rather critical, Song poetry says spring scenery comes out of the wall. "When a leaf falls, you can see autumn, and when a leaf leaves, you can see spring." Ordinary things are often the epitome of the world, and infinity is often collected in the limited. Please write a composition on the topic of a leaf and a world. Except theme poems.
Vincent li
When I was a child, people who read popular novels and learned truth, such as Lv Dongbin, often sang a few poems: dry Kun is big in the sleeve, and the sun and the moon are long in the kettle. Later, I learned that there was a sentence in his poem, "A grain of millet hides the world, and two liters of pots boil mountains and rivers." If you are a Buddhist monk, you often say: a grain of sand is a world, and a flower is a dry Kun. Ambitious.
When I was a child, I learned that monks and immortals are powerful and can put the world in a pocket or a grain of sand. For example, the little demon in The Journey to the West really thinks that the monkey's gourd can hold the sky, and he is envious.
This is the most primitive interpretation I have ever made.
Later, when I was studying materialism, I had an idea: Does it mean that the world's big trees are made up of countless branches and leaves? Although a branch and a leaf are small, * * * isomorphism has become the universe. This is a fact, but this is another fact. A branch and a leaf make a world, and "hiding the world in a millet" is similar, saying "hiding" rather than building. The word "Tibet" is regarded as a solution to the problem, which implies the meaning of "accommodation". Zhuangzi said that there are two countries on the snail's horn that are fighting endlessly; Commander Hu Sang: When the imperial army chased me, thanks to Mrs. A Qing, she asked me to hide myself in the water tank-the two countries were in the snail's horn and Hu Chuankui was in the water tank. This is called hiding.
The Buddha said it more clearly: that big thousand is more than a mustard seed. A place as big as a grain of rice can hold a whole world.
From a material point of view, it is simple: impossible. To accommodate the whole world, you have to have an earth. A leaf is just a leaf, which hides some bacteria and dust at most.
Fortunately, we still have a vast spiritual world.
From the perspective of communication, a leaf is not a leaf. It is a carrier of rich information. "One leaf falls to know the autumn of the world", and its fall can infer the changes of the four seasons; If it is buried underground and becomes a fossil, it will become a treasure, which can infer the movement of the earth, the climate at that time and the evolution of plants; If you put it in a borrowed book and return it to the owner, it may be a hidden love poem.
We can put the whole contents of the British Museum on a small disk with the binary code of 0 10 1. So, theoretically speaking, what is it that a leaf can't carry the information of the whole world?
It carries an information-rich world.
This is not the only explanation. If this leaf appears in the field of aesthetics, how amazing is it?
Su Shuman has a poem: "I don't see spring all day long, and the rash man steps on the ridge." Smell the plum blossoms when you come back. Spring has come to the branches. In Qian Zhongshu's eyes, an old clock inadvertently contains satire and sadness about life, which is deeper than all words and all smiles. "
In the eyes of poetry, a small flower contains the whole spring. The clock contains rich human emotions. Li's peach blossom fan and Bao's psychic jade are also such small white bells, full of ups and downs, joys and sorrows. Don't underestimate a grain of sand and a stone. The poet projects emotion and beauty, puts it in the belly of the poem, cooks it and embroiders it-sand is not sand, stone is not stone, if it comes out from the inside; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. It contains the magnificent emotions of human beings, it is a half-prosperous Tang Dynasty, it is the whole world-just like S H E Sang: hand is not a hand, it is a gentle universe.
What if this leaf appears at the philosophical and speculative level? Looking back, did those monks and immortals study communication or engage in art?
Who am I, where am I from and where am I going? This ancient question has been hanging over the heads of mankind, and we have no way to answer it, but we have never given up exploring.
The initial exploration was to find abstractions from images. Zen says that watching mountains is not mountains, and watching water is not water. People think that Tao is between nothingness and ethereal, in a lofty and ethereal place. There are ancient temples in the mountains, and there are great men in the mountains. But the level of this view is low. A master doesn't have to be in the mountains, but he can also get the word on the flat ground. The higher level seems to be to see mountains or mountains, water or water.
Buddha spoke in Lingshan, saying it was a statement, but he didn't speak. Just show everyone a flower. All the disciples were silent, but only Ye Jia smiled. He is enlightened and preaches the mantle of Buddhism.
The mystery of the universe lies in an ordinary flower.
Yang Zhu said, pull out a dime, the world, I don't do it. Thousands of years later, he was branded as a cheapskate. However, he is not Grandet after all. But what he wants to express is his vigilance against hurting individuals for the sake of the whole. A hair represents a person.
It is said that even when drinking water, monk Yan must hold a curse: Buddha watches a bowl of water, 48 thousand worms; Don't hold this spell, eat the flesh of all beings. A bowl of water is shallow, but there are many people in it.
Where is Dao? In every move, in a smile, in daily chores, in ordinary things. Eating when you are hungry, sleeping when you are sleepy, that is, practicing Buddhism. Zhuangzi even said that Tao is drowned in the vector. You can find it in the toilet.
Seeing the birth of autumn is a dark turn. Observing the luxuriance of a leaf, appreciating the surging vitality, and observing the opening of a flower proves the supreme bodhi. Where is the world? Look from one branch to another.