Life is a kind of practice.
Busy time, yearning for clear blue sky, yearning for peaceful and quiet pure land, looking for a paradise, holding a touch of freshness, walking between green mountains and green waters. Twist a flower, pick a leaf green, and let all thoughts stretch gently between the blue sky and clear water. Light clouds and light wind, walking silently in the misty rain and red dust, feeling the warmth and coldness of life, growing lotus seeds step by step, washing away lead flowers, enriching the inside story and precipitating plump.
In retrospect, youth is like a grand performance. It's too late to wave, and it's already over. * * * The world of mortals, like the elegant white clouds in the sky, like to listen to the rain by the window, listen to the inner Zen, let the rain wash away the dust and purify the soul.
As clear and indifferent as water, as indifferent and quiet life. Keep a dull, quiet, calm, calm, elegant and quiet life through every day.
Walking on the road of the world of mortals, everyone has his own direction, whether it is wind or rain, bumpy or muddy, wronged or sad, lonely or miserable, happy or disappointed, always facing it with a grateful heart, enjoying life with a smile, supercilious.
Seeing the world with Zen mind is the great wisdom of life. Zen machine is contained in eternal truth, and goodness is the foundation of Zen. Learn to handle all the joys and sorrows with an indifferent and quiet mind, and be calm. Don't be shocked by honor and disgrace, look down on bloom's flowers; I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying. I smiled at the clouds. Pain makes us learn to grow, and tears teach us how to forget. Zen while walking, sitting and meditating, on a piece of pure land, washed away with clouds and water. In the vast rivers and lakes, there is always a bright light in the heart, so that the direction of life will not be lost, and happiness will be endless and meaningful.
In life, there are always people you can't forget for a long time, and there are always things that you can't touch your heart. Perhaps, when you hear a song, you will think of the past, those years full of ideals and * * *, joy and confusion; Perhaps, what you see, that section of Bai Yueguang, will have a kind of tenderness, gently rippling in your heart lake; Perhaps, when you walk through a strange street corner and see a familiar smile, you will suddenly think of a person's appearance. Or happy or sad.
Looking back on the road, although I have experienced hardships and tears, I still shine in my memory, which is sad! I will collect the scattered fragrance one by one, wait for an unchanging belief and leave it to the next year to savor it.
When the once warm melody flows in our ears again, we will still sing loudly according to the brightness. May life be beautiful forever and full of sunshine everywhere!
In a long time, I like to keep an indifferent attitude, brush away a touch of feelings and generosity with my sleeves, fade away like clouds, drift away with the wind, and suddenly look back, but what I get is a transparent feeling, a heavy life, a sudden openness and tolerance.
Sitting in the quiet time, quietly listening to the whisper of the soul, it is a sigh from the depths of the soul, a wake-up after seeing through the world of mortals, a new life after the nirvana of the phoenix, a realization that everything is empty and a bright future.
Appreciate the tenacity of the dripping stone, yearn for the tranquility of white clouds and blue sky, always believe in kindness, treat people sincerely, and be innocent of heaven and earth and my heart. Perhaps, things are unpredictable, life is impermanent, many things will be understood after experience, and many dreams will be more awake after desolation. With a faint wind and a faint cloud, write a picture of life, always smile and hug, that touch of sunshine! Relying on warmth, I have a beautiful, low brow, smiling, simple, leisurely, indifferent and happy life. With selfless love, you have everything.
Life is beautiful and rich, there is no reason not to cherish everything. Sunshine, air, blue sky, the earth and nature all give us free things, which are the most precious.
Life is a practice, the goal is not important, the enjoyment is the process, and the practice is the mind. Life is like a big stage, each with its own role and wonderful scenery. Every beautiful place around us is always full of expectations. Open the window of the soul, let the sunshine in, face the present and the future with a grateful heart, and the world will be full of love.
Pull a colorful cloud, decorate the color of dreams, and let beauty blossom everywhere. I believe that there is a dream and there is a future! Perhaps, the years have left us with vicissitudes of life, and what life has given us the most is moving. Touching every bloom, cherishing every flower, the alternation of four seasons and the cycle of life are beyond our grasp. What we have to do is to live in the present, cherish it and live up to this wonderful life.
The joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows, are all songs of the years. Learn to be indifferent, learn to be flexible, make those unhappy, hidden and simple happy, and be true to yourself. Feel the indifference of the soul, grasp the understanding, be calm and happy, no matter whether the moon is full or short. Facing life, splash ink and splash ink, wonderful pen and flowers are in full bloom, and life is wonderful, no one can replace it!
The mountain of life is a journey of water, with poetry of spring flowers and autumn moon, as well as rough and muddy unevenness. We can't change the environment, but we can change our mood. We cannot change our appearance, but we can smile. It is better to be beautiful than to live beautifully.
Pain and sadness belong to the past, and worry and melancholy, let it go with the wind. Not every flower will bear fruit; Not every smile is happiness; Not every cloud will rain; Not every time it rains, there will be a rainbow. Life is like a journey. After enjoying the scenery of various places, you will have different feelings.
In a simple time, I picked up beautiful memories, swam in the ink sea, held a poem in my arms and sang songs. In the hustle and bustle of the world, I am alone in the purity of my heart, watching a bright moon hanging in the blue sky, the shadow of the moon moving, no shade and no wind. Laughing in the green mountains and green waters is bittersweet to life.
Build a crystal city with holy snow, light a bright heart lamp with faith, and send out sincere and warm feelings with a frank heart!
No matter how complicated things are, there is always a quiet place where you can put your heart; No matter how desolate the desert is, there is always an oasis that can be pleasing to the eye.
Look at the world with kindness, live with great love, the world is full of beautiful scenery and the world is full of true feelings!
Scenery all the way, a Lu Ge.
Life is like a tide, ups and downs. In these changing years, I walked through the long river of time with loneliness. By chance, where I dreamed, facing the gentle evening breeze and lonely moonlight, my heart gradually calmed down. With the gentle moonlight, I always get used to it. I picked up the pen in my hand and wrote my life, so that my memory was painted with budding color again.
Time is like water, always wandering in the lush season of sadness and loneliness, shy play, giving me thin years, infected with too many vicissitudes and helplessness. But my ignorant feelings, under the aging face, unsealed the whispers of the past, turned into red flowers, turned into soil, leaving only the original fragrance.
Looking back on the past, how many lingyun ambitions were covered by dust all the way, and the wandering thoughts were hidden in the softest place in my heart, which stung me. The sigh of parting crosses the corridor of memory, cuts the fate of fingertips, buries a desolate place, and engraves it into the most beautiful inscription in youth. In the past years, I invited a breeze into my arms to make that sad smile cry with the wind and look back on Zhan Yan's wasted life.
Time flies, more than 20 years have passed in such a hurry. Before the years wake up, time has already moved on, leaving only whitewashed memories, shuttling through the gaps in time, trying to recall those windy past events. And those expressionless arrival stories shattered the collapse of wandering outside the window, shaking the wind chimes sleeping in the dust and chanting a sad song alone, with a gentle tune like running water. This life revolves around the old rings, helpless, but disturbed by the implication, rhyming with sadness.
Walking on the road of life, how much fragrance there is, how much bonus there is, sighing all the way by the bar, charming and flowery, dyed a season of desolation. Walking around, but inadvertently, fell into the depths of the world of mortals. No matter how the vague dreams wander, I can't get out of that narrow world. I was empty for a long time, but I couldn't see the end of the story, until first frost was like a dream, and the dark marks flew by.
Night, still so quiet, moonlight, still like water, opens a curtain of dreams sleeping in the moonlight, unfolds a picture scroll hidden in the wind by streamers, writes down a pen and a flower, and fills in half a thin volume of words. Through the window, gently sprinkled on the paper, the pen is half of youth, half of years. In poetic ink, the prosperity after the noise is hidden, but the past is clearly visible in a piece of ink.
Life is impermanent, and the old things of youth have now settled. No matter how you salvage them, it's just a tear and a rain. Just like the ancient Buddha who meditated under the blue light didn't speak, he never sang a word in Sanskrit. However, those endless seasons, however, dream back to childhood, then sleep in the dreamland of memory, and now never wake up.
Perhaps, the beautiful past can only sleep in a dream, then turn into a wisp of incense, diffuse in the face of the whole season, and then drift away memories with the wind. Looking back, the journey I have traveled has faded away from the noise of the past, and I can't even see the coming pace. I was exiled in the wilderness by time and space. After years of looting, now I only have a farewell poem, a promise and a past.
Or perhaps, the initial waiting can only follow the reluctant feelings and wander in every corner of the world. If we say that the hurried past has long since lost its fragrance and been buried for a long time; Why, the helpless sense of loss will wake up in the middle of the night and fold the tears of memories into simple and elegant words to pay homage to those cardamom years that are gone forever. Whether, once tender as water, destined to turn into a night of sadness; Or those as thin as cicada's wings in the future, can't stand the touch of fate, turn into warm pictures in the aging face, and sigh again in the lonely night.
As time goes by, I don't hate the long time, sighing brilliant years, just like the shadow of a remnant flower, which makes my mind clear; Expressing a piece of acacia spray, lingering in the ferry at the end of the season, no matter how the clothes of lead China flutter, they always refuse to dock. However, the rosy clouds hovering on the side fantasize and linger for a while, folding ripples in the hazy misty rain; I also want to sketch out the fragments stuck in my memory, put a complete mask on the plot, and write an autograph to rewrite the ending of the story. However, the years refused to write in detail, and memories painted half a youthful face.
I know that many things I remember come and go in a hurry and have no intention of staying or staying. Just like the movies of life, there are always happy plots and tragic endings. Suddenly, looking at the brightly lit places in the city and listening to the streets swept by the breeze, there is only a touch of sadness. Since then, endless sadness has multiplied. Counting everything in the past is like blue and white flowers blooming in the lonely night sky, dancing alone in the dust, hard to find. Finally, it cooled down in a lonely moment, causing hair and confusion. Don't be like parting, but like a trickle of parting. You frown when you whisper.
The past fades away, and I can only live alone in the cold night. With that blue lamp, it suddenly collapsed, but it burned out the elegant charm of piety and ignorance. A few windows, who pointed to the sad tune of falling flowers, wrote farewell songs on the strings of the sleepy old year, drank those stupid words and complaints in the world of drunken dreams, and finally hurried to find a past life, with endless glasses, but said the geometry of life.
The wind of memory seems to have returned to the original starting point, hurting the cheeks of the past. Unexpectedly, tears flowed from deep eyes, but young time lingered in the afternoons of those years. In a trance, I seem to have returned to those youthful years and caught a glimpse of the old days, as well as the laughter and the familiar faces. All this is so clearly visible. It seems that youth has always been there, fresh in my memory, and nothing has changed. But I still stand on the stage of youth, singing the music of life all the way.
Yesterday reappeared, the past was ups and downs, and the scenery and songs all the way faded away from the noise of the past. Now there are only vague dreams, and I don't know when I can return to my hometown. In the quiet years, I will listen to this bitter memory all the way.
Time is like a dream. Once you sing, it's an old scene. When you were singing, it was yesterday's song. You can't go back if you sing again.
: Enjoy quiet and solitude.
Time flies, how does time slip through your fingers? I can't imagine. Walking time, leisure time is the most suitable; It is better to be quiet than to embrace time; It is best to walk with time when walking; Race against time, you will feel it when you are nervous. In winter, looking back and staring, year by year, with the melting of snowflakes, my heart hurts a little, and some of them fall in love, just like a friend who will leave when we meet again.
Cherish the time carefully, but still can't help but sigh the preciousness of an inch of time and an inch of gold. It has become a luxury to find that tranquility and enjoy it in the hustle and bustle. In fact, fate will not lose anyone, nor will it owe anyone; Time has never been thinner than anyone, nor thicker than anyone. Take it easy, there is a blue sky overhead; If you look down, your heart is a sea of flowers. Only after late autumn and winter can you feel the alternation of nature.
After the spring breeze and summer rain, you can feel the magic of natural changes. After time's tempering, you will bloom like a flower; Only by tasting the ups and downs of time can we tenaciously support ourselves. You don't have to find any reason to refuse a period of precipitation, a period of past events and a period of quiet reverie.
Silence and loneliness are clear water in time. Only when the lake is quietly filled with them can an impetuous heart sail a canoe in the lake. If you have a happy life, your heart will be moistened in time, women will be more gentle and intelligent, men will be more stable and mature, children will be more naive, and even flowers will be silent and open, with long fragrance.
Find a quiet place and enjoy a quiet place. There are many ideas in this world that breed in quiet places. If you like reading and writing every day, you must choose a quiet time, even for a moment. At that moment, you can have melodious piano music, fragrant tea, or warm sunshine, or sit or lie down, completely relax your body and mind, and everything in your life is boring beyond words.
Taste life, be grateful for such time, meditate under the lamp or swim in the sea of books, or talk with friends. The aroma of tea makes people return to the original simplicity and true feelings. Even if the spiritual journey has experienced ups and downs, it will eventually become quiet and dull in a quiet place. Such as the oil painting hanging on the wall, when the prosperity is gone, the scene in the snow shows not only silence, but also the indifference of life. A painting or a scroll of calligraphy shows the author's mind and soul. It seems that only a few strokes or a few strokes are natural and unrestrained, and how long has it taken for the author to wait and see, splash ink, and be so dignified, bold and beautiful?
In a quiet place, my heart is transparent and quiet, without interference and noise. Although I can't reach "the world is like a lotus, my heart is empty." State, but also to find a good time to settle down. The Buddhist scriptures say: "Life is like robbery, and desire is like illusion." Enjoying a quiet and solitude in the noisy world of mortals can be said to be the ultimate, and the heart is calm.
Such a prosperous or simple day, swaying in a quiet place, a string of looks back and sweetness, like mountains connected to the sea, like the wind whispering to the leaves. If time gets old, the warmth flowing in the deep heart still condenses the fragrance and comfort of the years.
If you can't grasp time in one hand, let it nourish life, temperament, quiet light and calm, and cultivate a spirit, spirit and spirit. Quiet, moist and wise. The time moistened by the heart, after a hundred flavors, is mellow and distant.
A quiet place is not only for a period of time, but also for the precipitation of time and the feeling of life. That is the beacon of the soul, illuminating your way forward; It is the warm sunshine in winter, soothing the secular heart; It is the bud of spring, which makes love more fragrant, lasting and better.
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