In my spiritual world, when the spring tide comes late with rain and comes in a hurry, I can be the boatman who crosses the river without a boat. When "there are no birds in a hundred mountains and no footprints in a thousand paths", I can be that "a boat with a leaf and a bamboo coat, an old man fishing in Leng Jiang-snow"; When "the white dew crosses the river to meet the sky", I can be "as confused as a reed" This is the spiritual life that I pursue-regardless of the flowers in bloom before the court, I look down at the clouds in the sky and pursue peace of mind. My spiritual space is peaceful and quiet, like a river, rippling under the sunshine; But it is not boring, full of excitement, just like a river turned into a waterfall, which will show infinite majesty. There are the desert in the south of the Yangtze River, the towering Wolf Mountain, the waterside pavilion whispering in dreams, the grandiose words such as "Wear golden armor every hundred battles, don't break the loulan, don't return it", and the soft words such as "Nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, give a spring" ... There is passion and tenderness here, about western men singing with iron plates, waving their sleeves lightly and dancing around with fans. In this "bustling world, all for profit; In this bustling era of the world, it is easy to stick to such a garden of the soul. In fact, everyone has a greedy wolf in his heart. Once you let go, he will break free from the iron cangue and bite you. Only with the power of emotion and warmth can we firmly bind this evil wolf and prevent it from breaking through the spiritual space. And this power can only be found in books. Bathed in the afternoon sunshine, holding a copy of Journey to the West of Datang, following the firm footsteps of Master Xuanzang, traveling in Gaochang Turkestan and Tianzhu, taking a sip of Ganges water, sitting under the stately and noble bodhi tree, listening to wonderful Sanskrit and chewing the bitter and sweet leaves, your heart will be filled with compassion for the world. Everything is empty, burning a bunch of sandalwood, unscrewing the desk lamp that has been with me for many years, although there is no romance of "adding fragrance to tea at night and reading at night", there is a leisurely feeling of "knocking chess pieces with snuff". At this moment, my heart must be full of happiness and joy, and my spiritual space has been sublimated unconsciously. Everyone has his own spiritual space and needs to be cared for by himself with love and peace of mind. My spiritual space, my spiritual garden, has brought me a lot of beauty and hope.