Pulling a flower, pulling a wind mark, in the darkness of the infinite essay, infinite light ink. "Drinking a thousand cups of unlimited things, the moon shadow Lingyan Yan does not return", Chi Yuchun returned to a whisk, half drunk and half awake for who knows. Beyond the peaks of the Qingfeng Mountains, the sky is flying and the wind is falling. It falls in a pool of blue waves and is shocked with water.
Quietly weaving a curtain of rain and densely weaving into a network of overwhelming years, I lingered in the middle of the whirlwind. I was amber for years, and I spotted it into different shapes. The one meter of sunlight that permeated me emblazoned me with a column of vanilla incense.
Whose tears are flooding during the rainy season, the loneliness of spring is the most beautiful scenery. Because of loneliness, so wee, because tears, all emotions. The scenery is meditation, the most beautiful of the rainy days is the woman's difficult heart.
If the blend of heart and heart blends in with the words of the mountains and water, the yellowish ink is full of the solitude of the landscape. The fragrant ink of the heart and heart resting on the bamboo case was licked and plucked into the waves of different lives. I slowly stunned a quiet situation, let the unique blend of words in the media, dragging a touch of ignorance for whom missing.
There is always some regret. Only knowing how to look back knows the sigh. There are always sighs. Just like the relief of God’s arrangement, in the moment of deciding to go to a life, you come to the edge, leave a memory, and take a rest. go with. There are always too many tricks, blurred, cracks, such as the emotional porcelain inadvertently crushed when they know how to cherish, not too late, just the edge.
The Buddha said that all sentient beings should have a common heart. A kind of cultivation is a realm. If it is possible, I would like to be a monk. The young man with a buddha is always in a state of mind to see the flowers, the grass and the world. He is practicing a shallow realm of life where he has no desires and no desires. In the end, the economy of the Tripitaka was clean and clean. Then it waited for the silence to be repaired and became a fruit of its own. It was unknown to the world.
The Bible tells me that keeping my heart is better than keeping everything. I have a good heart, what is everything, and everything includes my heart? Whether to remove the shackles of mundane, you can find the self of life. What is self, I need this world, good and bad are waiting for me to touch. I need to be conservative, keep my life, and be self-aware.
The wise are first ignorant, the fools are first intelligent, and what kind of tangle can make me see if I am a wise person or a wise person. I will enjoy a glass of water and a pool of water. I enjoy the purification of the soul, thinking about the fulfillment of life. I think about it, forgetting that there is still an unfinished life. It turns out that I am a wise person and a fool.
Famed for fame and fortune, the search is long, cloud and smoke, and it is also nostalgia. What kind of uncomplaining and unrepentant can let me see the revelation of being a benevolent person. If there is freedom, it may be just a pretext. It is nothing more than wanting to maintain a true character and not be disgraced by the destiny of Cheng Ren. The result is summoned. The result is that the eye is brightened in an instant. Is it higher than the station and can you see it further?
The human nature is in the environment, you are in peace, and the street is slow, but it is only a quiet, quiet, silent and fleeting mood. It will be beautiful and blooming in the late spring. The calmness of human nature, such as the dusk of moonlight, the bright and the dark, the gathering and the dispersal, should all go along with nature and go to be willing.
There are too many accidents and surprises on earth. How can one practice self-cultivation, cultivation, and tea life? How much time will allow me to find out the epiphany of cultivation, to make a snow-fallen feeling. There is no difficulty in doing things, and there is a desire to solve all sorts of puzzles. But the dark ink pens of time can gradually paint old faces.
How much patience is persevering, and how much persistence in mastery and hardworking life, after experiencing ups and downs, if the heart is young, it is no longer young. Youth has a hard-working family, a responsibility, and youth has buried Taoyuan in the world. The corner of his mouth was etched with a savory smile, but his heart was hurt.
The undisturbed peace is good in the calm that is not ignored. Delusions in the depths of the soul create reflections on yesterday, today and tomorrow. Introspection is more like a water life, slowing into the desert during the fullness of the heart, and burying it in the sea. No longer introspection, there will be no growing epiphany. The test of perseverance and endurance is a reflection of one's introspection.
Relieved some of the feelings of learning to lay down, sketched out on the street, cultivated calm, quiet and quiet, falling in the dust of desire. People get it, the tree wants to be quiet and windy, loses one kind of baggage, one conscience, one kind of simple life, oneself only. What can be left and right in the unmovable weather, windy or rainy, in the final analysis, what wind is scraping, what is under the rain is like calm, and live, is the mood.
If you live, you will have the opportunity to experience a bitter, sweet, deep taste. Those pure mindsets, scattered Ruo Meng, will eventually gather signatures of adult students to verify the reasons for living. Traveling all the way, taking a look at the flowers, the spirit is free and easy, even if they are not good enough, they just meet with one another and fall in love.
Occasionally I was pleasantly surprised to hear a shimmering noise from the window. I was just lyrical about the melody that only I could hear. It was about one meter of happiness, and the bamboo incense was swirling around my bed to soothe my light sleep. The serene, like a mother who passed through the world, calmed my sadness and tenderness with my dreams and my appearance.
On the street, it is the first time to see the fleeting years of eternal observance and the years of tranquility. I sketched and danced in the seasons of the time. Yougo comprehended in the turbulence of thousands of mountains. She took a book with him, drew in and learned it, and swayed intoxication and read it on the street.