Chapter 1: The sky under your feet
Once upon a time, how many times we looked up, the sky was so blue and clear. Now, the sky is no longer what it used to be, and the white clouds and blue sky are gone. We only saw some dark clouds and a piece of white fog, leaving us with sadness and helplessness. When did our sky become like this, and when did our faith become so vicissitudes?
Maybe we shouldn't be too pessimistic. Looking up at the sky is our pursuit, and down-to-earth is our real life. Instead of chasing the distant sky and competing with the sun and the moon, it is better to focus on the choice under your feet. Even if there is only a little starlight in the dust of billions of stars, it can bloom the glory of the future. There is also a sky at the foot, but it is getting wider and wider.
We all like to look up at the sky, because there are blue sky and white clouds, and there is everything worth pursuing. There is a free and vast space that people can yearn for, roam and fly. As everyone knows, we forget the most practical thing, that is, the road under our feet. The road is what we have to go, but we can also walk out of the wonderful world under our feet like looking up at the sky, because there is also a sky under our feet, so life can still be wonderful and better.
The material secularization of society is gradually changing people's way of life and affecting people's spiritual world. Many people even lost themselves in this impetuous society, forgot their original intention, drifted with the tide, and gradually exposed their own nature of giving up everything. I just want to dream of looking up at the sky, but I ignore the sky under my feet. I just want to go to heaven in one step. This dream is so beautiful and ridiculous. How to climb to the top step by step without a cornerstone under your feet? No one can reap without giving. After all, the world is fair!
Sometimes, it is true that we look up at the sky, but we should also pay attention to the footprints under our feet, because that is the basis for building another sky, accumulating and precipitating, and finally achieving another life; It is beautiful to think about it, but who can stand the loneliness of being down-to-earth, practice a tough and tenacious heart in the lonely walk, break into a vast sky of their own, let themselves soar freely in it, realize their dreams and embellish the bright colors of life.
This is the life I want, focusing on the sky under my feet and getting out of my excitement. Don't forget, there is a wonderful life waiting for us!
Chapter 2: My Sky
Maybe everyone's life carries a sky, blue or dark.
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I am just an ordinary woman, walking in every inch of Jiangnan, tasting all kinds of tastes and feeling all kinds of sadness. Meet a few people, meet a few people. Touching the white wall of Yamato in the courtyard of the deep palace and leaning against the mottled crimson columns, every bit in the haze will turn into the unpredictable history of the previous dynasty. In the world of mortals, people are happy. You have to go through many things before you can learn to let go and listen to Zen. There is a moon in Nangong and magpies on the other side. It always takes a lot of pain to become numb, like a stone. It is said that my daughter is like water, how can I know that I have courage! Even if you can't go out in armor, you are still full of pride, not to mention seven feet, but also like four or five points.
In this life, I really want to be that kind of woman: no matter what the situation, there will be no regrets. If I do it, I will do it, and even if I can turn back, I won't turn back. Why bother to be happy in life? In a blink of an eye, it was great sorrow! Sad, sad, happy, happy, sad, how can you be in no mood, sad, unhappy and indifferent to life? Waiting for the Buddha, waiting for the flowers to bloom. Three beliefs, three infatuations. Whether naive or white-haired, you should come to Meng Po to express your helplessness.
After more than ten years, I still haven't finished the fixed track of my life. A colorful, a spiny, or gladly accepted the name of the thorn bird, the phoenix is not worthy of itself after all.
Bright and clean heart, autumn waters and Iraqis, return to the world of mortals, far from knowing where to go. When you are tired, put down your baggage and rest on the stone. When you are thirsty, there will be a clear spring around you.
Bright and beautiful, there are thousands of palaces. At the beginning of the light, only a few homeless people were wandering around like me. I don't know how much the neglected time has been diluted by the fleeting time, and then I quietly walked into the vicissitudes of the old lane in reincarnation. The guqin on the shore is melodious and scattered in the past that can't be found in chaos. Years of madness, years of sadness.
The story seems to be only half written, and no one in life can tell whether it is long or short, maybe it is the horizon, maybe it is now. If you are not a saint, how can you predict? Presumably, it is really a falsification of God's will.
If Liu Zhen's image is fluffy, can I paint an elegant wind to dress it up, as you said, in the morning or at night?
If people really have an afterlife, can I still trust you as always and enjoy the beautiful mountains and rivers with you in an unrecorded dynasty?
The old friend sighed slightly, and the thin night was late, and the wine was heartbroken and they flew separately. In a hurry, it only falls on the coolness of the pen. Missing may be hot, an elegy is playing, what's wrong with death?
Happiness and misfortune are all plays arranged by heaven. Every scene is wonderful, but the ending is not necessarily what you want. On second thought, what does it matter? Smiled indifferently, but the smoke flashed by, not worth mentioning. If it is like ink painting, it looks dim. I don't know its essence lies in the depths of pen and ink. Smile confuses all beings.
After three thousand years of prosperity, how many people can get rid of the burden of the world? How many people can see through mountains and rivers? There are thousands of knots in my heart, tears flow thousands of lines, knots are connected, and I am sad.
Sometimes, I can't see the clouds clearly. Sometimes, I can't tell the difference between wine and wine. Even if it is a lifetime, I don't know whether it is light or strong. Countless stormy nights, an extinguished oil lamp, accompanied me to think secretly, without a beginning or an end. It hurts to think of my head. I went out for a walk, but I didn't expect it to be cold again. It was God's will that made human beings. They said that Yue Lao and Meng Po may have been lovers in their previous lives, a match-making, and a disillusionment. On the other hand, I'm sad. I can't stop thinking about wireless.
Even the lights, also faintly flashing a few times. Every other river is immortal, holding your hand. Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. Forget what's wrong? Ruthless pain, a year of heartbreak. Imitation of bamboo is the confusion of lotus. The world loves its elegance and charm, but the sad face is actually hidden in the sadness of bamboo festival and the mistake of two colors.
Red beans have been placed as acacia since ancient times, but the shocking red color always makes me unable to see it inadvertently. Times change too fast, but I can't find you between changes. There are too many mysteries in life. If you can't get through, you can say that nature is playing tricks on people. Each of us may be the black and white chess of the duke of Zhou, some are determined, some are hesitant, and some are nowhere to be determined. Traveling all over the world, can you tell who is affectionate, who is unintentional, or who meets unintentionally?
Life is a self-directed and self-directed play. The strong person in the play is not you, but the person who watches the play. It's just that we have been looking for it for so long, and it is still indifferent. Until the end of the story, until the end of life, he will outline right and wrong in your script. And the people you think are important in life are actually passers-by.
Perhaps, you are tired of cheating in front of you, but when you walk in the south of the Yangtze River, I am sure that no matter how complicated your thoughts are, you will never find anything that gives you a headache. There are only a few families living in the alley of Qingshi Road. In the vast blue sky, only the smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up, and the casual geese made the mood calm as autumn water.
A flash in the pan, only in the middle of the night, and life, all the time is the desire to bloom. Maybe you are a favor from heaven, maybe you are a sinner in hell. Samsara, as always, is a new beginning. All this, I said I believe in fate, believe that he has an afterlife and reincarnation. All this, as I said, I don't believe in life, and I don't believe that God can describe life casually.
In the dead of night, you never thought about a question: How far is spring from winter? Three seasons next door?
When you are alive, you must learn how to gamble your life. Don't be afraid, losing, winning, is also dirt. When I know the result, should I say: If I leave, there will be no future? Gathering and parting are impermanent, like the wind passing through mountains and seas, I don't know when to come and when to go. Half a life flies, and the wind and dust are a few degrees. Maybe after that, I am no longer me, and you are no longer you, leaving nothing behind and taking nothing away. Everything is just like when I was naked. Not immortal, not immortal, plain life, stable life.
Plain rhyme is elegant, and a finger of quicksand disappears in pen and ink. The evening breeze always makes people feel confused and want to integrate themselves into the night, but it is not always soft. My thoughts are always associated with worldly money. I want to put aside everything, forget the rivers and lakes, and go to see Sanqiu Guizi and Shili Lotus. Dan Qingyan, what's your complaint? How to settle the sapphire case? How many people live like summer flowers and die like autumn leaves? Rarely, only under the eyebrows, and in the heart. Time will not stop for anything. It has been raining for several years, but this is just a careless problem. I promise to be a brick and tile in the deep palace in the afterlife, standing in the world, only harvesting rootless leaves, only helping the birds to rest, without sorrow or thoughts, and heartless.
At this point, I don't know how many people will understand me I just want a sky, a sky of my own. I miss the sun, the stars and the moon. At the moment when all the noise has stopped, as Sister Luo Mei said: Calm as water, pure and peaceful with compassion.
Chapter 3: The sky elsewhere
Neon lights in the distance are quietly printed on the floor-to-ceiling windows on the sixteenth floor, like small flowers. The rumble of cars running over from time to time on the road and the horn coming from the sixteenth floor tell me that it is still far from the world of mortals.
This summer, the rain in Chengdu Plain seems to be particularly abundant. It's been three days in a row, and the rainstorm is still falling. The sky is gray, printed with neon colors of the market, and there are no stars and no moon. The wind blew from mid-air, revealing a burst of coolness. This continuous rainstorm has driven away the heat of summer and slightly exposed the breath of autumn.
Quietly standing in front of the window, letting the wind gently brush my long hair, listening to the noise from this strange city, the neon lights in the distance, from east to west until I can't see the end, quietly telling the story of past lives in Chengdu on this lazy night. Chengdu is vast and boundless, such as its history and culture.
Walking quietly on a strange street, the huge Chengdu embraced me instantly. I am so small, like a grain of dust. Looking at the high-rise buildings, the endless stream of vehicles, and the indifferent strange faces, I don't know where to go.
I am a passer-by in this city. I have no goal, no direction. I just let my feet wander around the city.
The sky in this city seems to have accumulated endless rain, which has not dissipated for three consecutive days. The center of Tianfu Square is the subway passage. When I am in my hometown, I think I must visit the subway in Chengdu. However, when I really got to the subway exit, I didn't want to explore-I was used to a lazy life and preferred to stay at home, alone, with a book and a computer. I like this quiet life. Looking at the people coming out of the subway, looking at their hurried footsteps and tired faces, I don't know whether to be glad of my leisure or envy their enrichment. I think I am really old, so old that I have no fighting spirit in life. Even if I want to find a beautiful place, I have no desire. Even, I have lost the ability to communicate with people. In this strange city, there are some friends I used to know, as well as my relatives. However, I have been here for several days, and I don't want to have any contact with them-I really like coming and going so clean and free.
The prosperity of Chunxi Road has long been famous. This is probably the concentrated expression of the modern literary name of this metropolis. High-rise buildings, pedestrian streets, statues of Sun Yat-sen, some stingy bronze statues, shops on both sides loudly attract customers' voices and bustling crowds. Chunxi Road, whether it is sunny or rainy, always has the charm of calling so many people.
Gionee, a very special name, sounds a bit elegant and charming. It often reminds me of a beautiful red carp. A woman in a cheongsam is beside the pool, gently teasing the clear water with her slender hands and scaring the fish swimming in the pool. When we arrived in Jinli, it was already 90 o'clock in the evening. Lanterns of various colors are hung on both sides of the street, and the lanterns emit red, yellow and purple light. The city was decked out in a bejeweled evening dress. Pedestrians walk slowly, as if wandering in a painting. Although I didn't see the imaginary fish or the pond with red carp and clear water, there were many women wandering in the night in Jinli, and they also added a lot of beauty to the night in Jinli. The night in Jinli is really beautiful. The rain came unexpectedly again. At this moment, wandering people are scattered like frightened fish, and colorful neon lights are hazy in the rain and fog, showing a rare scenery on earth.
I still walk leisurely in the rain. I'm not familiar with this city. I wander around this city. I always carry an umbrella in my bag. It has a more leisurely walking posture than those children who call themselves cities.
Kuanzhai Lane, Jinsha Site, Hejiang Pavilion ... A capital city must have many charming scenery. However, I don't want to go again. I said to myself, maybe next time. Who knows if there will be another time? I can never tell you how much I love this city.
Some people say that falling in love with a city is because the beloved lives in it.
I began to miss the town where I lived, the place where I lived, my dear friends and my dear family. The sky there is so clear and blue, the rivers there are so clear and bright, the air there is so fresh and sweet, and even those strange faces are so familiar and kind. ......
The sky in other places has its own merits, but everyone will love the blue sky in their hearts more. ......