It’s late at night. No more sounds of nature. The mind is thoughtful but sleepless.

There is light swaying, like the reflection of a mirror. Open the window, lean in and take a peek, it's because of the moonlight.

The moon floats in the sky, its light pouring out unobstructed. It is quiet and bright. It falls on the camphor, with silvery pieces. The wind lifts the leaves, and the leaves move and the light and shadow are swaying, even more like pollen. The fragrance is scattered.

It’s almost winter! The air is quiet and cold, but the moon is forcing people to stay silent and invincible.

I look at the moon, and the moon looks at me. Although their attitudes are different, their meanings are similar.

Weak and helpless, helpless and paralyzed in the mud, so we can feel the water gathering steam and condensation. Frost, a solid shape, stores the light of the moon. You can't meet it with your body, but you can meet it with your mind. God is infinite and his emptiness leads to his reality, and his reality leads to his emptiness. If you go without encountering someone and never return, is there a place where you can park and make the moonlight water ripple and float? It also allows more details to fill in the lack of memory and the loneliness of plump early winter.

At this time, if there are gentle songs and friendly touches, then the dream will be bordered by Fang Fei.

When you close the door and go out, the uninjured stems and unwilted grass are all trembling and wary, just like a virgin who is timid and panic-stricken when she is pregnant for the first time. It's like a person suffering from a secret love disease, whose heart is touched by a gentle smile. However, the fragile sensitivity is just like the touch of the moon at this time.

The night, under the care of the moon, is still simple. It is as simple as a silk string, with no repeated movements to twist it. It is just the night, like a thought, that is fragrant through the weak wind.

I blend into it, thinking that "I am not there" in it, and sending my thoughts reduces the burden on myself. The moon, the eye that looks out, sees the boundless breadth that I cannot see.

What is it that is lonely, lost, and broken? The wind cuts and thins it, and it is described in crystal-quiet words, tapping the hidden fruit. At this moment, when it comes to owning, you can own what no one has. No interruptions, just say whatever you want, there will be an audience, and don’t be disobedient.

One after another, the thin mist, the warning of the pregnant moon. The moon, across the wall of my heart, is like a painting screen, its shadow is vague.

The coiron is speechless. Without words.

The eyelids seemed to be stained with water formed by the moonlight, and the blurred vision was actually the hidden wounds of the inner world. In this way, the moon, the half-broken moon, the bright half, has a little more shadow. I don't want to mention that those few shadows hindered the brightness of the moon, but because of the embellishment, the brightness became more organic.

"Eternal" is also easy to fade away. There is no "eternal" that can withstand the erosion of time. I don't need "permanence". Things in human will have an element of reluctance. In nature, there are real atoms that escape and can be absorbed by the gravity of the soul. At this moment, I can store all the feelings of enlightenment in my memory, without them, only the content that moistens and moistens my life.

The long, long shadow caught the bald man standing tall. However, all the eternal greens are recorded in a non-chronological order, and each has its own correspondence.

At night, under the bright moonlight, it seems that there is more harmony. My breathing and breathing have not affected its density at all. It doesn't matter whether I say anything or not. Even the more rude behavior will turn into "empty" without any echo.

Sigh! I look towards it, but the further away I get. I carry it on my back and get closer. The similarity has been washed away by time, and the strangeness has become like a layer of dirt, covered in the expression of life.

On this night, the moonlight is not the voice of voices? Lin Qingxuan's classic prose quotations

1. Write your worries on the beach. This is the most important key for Zen practitioners. It is to let go. Our worries come from persistence. In fact, persistence is like words written on the sand. , the sea water flows away as soon as it washes away. The emptiness of dependent origination is the reality of everything. If you can see this level, it is not difficult to let go.

2. The white jade bitter melon and the jade cabbage are the treasures of the National Palace Museum in Taipei. They are both large and small and can only be held in the palm. The beauty of the white jade bitter melon lies in its jade quality, which is gentle and subtle; the beauty of the jade cabbage lies in its ingenuity and spirit. meticulous. There is so much suffering in the world, and the only compensation is the small joys and small suspense in life. Isaac Singer said.

3. A clear window, facing the changes of time and space, if spring flowers fly in, there will be spring flowers; if fireflies float in, there will be fireflies; if autumn sounds come in, there will be autumn sounds; intrusion When winter comes, there is winter cold. When love breaks in, there will be love; when sadness breaks in, there will be sadness. Whenever anything comes to our eyes, it can allow us to experience the deep taste of life more truly.

4. Occasionally, I look down at the world of mortals, but I am pitiful as a person in my eyes. How can I describe the beauty of Epiphyllum? It is unrivaled by flowers. She has spun out a beautiful web that catches our eyes, making us reluctant to move away for a second. Her fragrance, if compared with other fragrances, would be an insult to Epiphyllum. The garden of twenty square meters was completely filled, and the fragrance still flowed out densely.

5. He must be singing about the desolate city in his heart! The outer city is sometimes prosperous and sometimes desolate, but it is a small lonely city inside! Although there are ups and downs, there is always a joyless Youzhou Terrace. There are no ancients in front of me and no newcomers in the future. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone! In the deepest and deepest place, this is the poet's great loneliness and the poet's deserted city.

6. Memories in life are like small hotels, and people are like riding a stage horse that keeps running forward. Every time I look back, the past things will always be far away from me. All the joy and pain, all the accumulation and passion, and even all the success and failure are in those hotels that are far away. By the evening of that day, we will stay in another hotel.

7. The sadness of separation is like the endless dark clouds before the rain. I try hard to suppress it and try to forget it, but it flows quietly in my veins without mercy. Or you have been waiting for too many nights, or you have to test the sincerity of your love. The sadness of parting flashed through your eyes. Under the unintentionally blue sky, I cried out my love with unspeakable layers of trembling in my heart.

8. The disappearance of causes and conditions may not necessarily make people cry, but the reluctance, persistence, and greed for causes and conditions will definitely make people shed tears like a sea. Impermanence is the inevitable process of time and space. It forces us to lose our young, precious, and haloed years. It is a regretful and helpless feeling. However, if impermanence is caused by human negligence and leaves a painful lesson, it is hateful and disgusting.

9. I really don’t want to believe that it is a kind of pain. Maybe the sword has been blunted, maybe I am a book with its title page spread out, but when I read the words hard, I am afraid, I was also surprised, because I was scared because there were too many sighs in the pages I turned, and I was surprised because the wonderful unknowns were revealed in the subsequent chapters. I know that the path I am taking is a wrong one, and the small feelings can no longer cover up their insignificance.

10. I just hope that I can float my spiritual boat at the bottom of this clear lake. There are mountains outside the lake, the sea beyond the mountains, and the noisy world overseas. But I don't want to pay attention to it, because even the ripples here are calm. I can lie soundly, light up every star into a light, and condense every breath of air into a gentle breeze. All the luxury is hidden in the clouds and mountains, and Zhenchun quietly floats up from the bottom of the lake when there is moonlight. .

11. Seeking wisdom in the world is not that difficult. The most important thing is to make our own soft hearts so soft that when we see a petal falling from a flower, we are moved and trembled, as if we understood its meaning. Only with its softness can we be sensitive; only with its softness can we be tolerant; only with its softness can we be refined; only with its softness can we transcend ourselves and even tolerate our wounds when we are injured.

12. When lemon flowers are in full bloom, I walk through the lemon garden, and the rich fragrance of the flowers always makes me confused. Among all flowers, lemon flowers are the sweetest, with a thick honey flavor; but among all fruits, lemon fruit is the most sour, and its sourness is stronger than vinegar. This sense of confusion made me unable to help but look closely at the lemon flowers. The pure white flowers and five leaves were covered with tender yellow, and some were even traced with thin purple piping. The sweetness of the flowers flows into my chest and abdomen.

13. The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, the vastest sea is soft, the boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are soft. , the softest! The softness of our hearts can be more beautiful than petals, greener than grass, wider than the ocean, more boundless than the sky, and freer than clouds. Softness is the most powerful and the most constant. Let us bloom the soft and pure lotus of wisdom in the humid and muddy world!

14. Every time I travel, I always carry a bottle of water and soil from my hometown. Sometimes when I am in a guest hotel, I take out the bottle of water and soil and look at it. I feel that the gray-black water and soil is very beautiful. , full of power. The water and soil of our hometown nurture us and make us grow into upright men. Even if we are thousands of miles away, we can still be full of tenderness and grandeur on lonely nights in foreign countries. That bottle of water and soil contains not only the love of my hometown, but also my mother’s blessing. This blessing lasts forever and has always taken care of me.

15. Sometimes, walking in the dark night, turning the street into a thin alley, the desolate and simple delicacy suddenly rises, so I want to dance with a sword and dance with a sword. Flower, once such a feeling arises, it will follow the lonely shadow under the moon and grow into the distance. It cannot be stopped. But at the end of the night, I find that the sword cluster has been lost in the bag. No matter how heroic the clouds are, , in the silent desolation in the deserted alley, in the dim night, even if the hand that controls the wind and rain is raised, it is at best an ineffective gesture.

16. When it rains, I often pray like this: I hope the tears in the world will not fall as hard as the rain in the sky. I hope the rain from the sky will not fall as dirty as the tears on earth. I hope everyone can have a sunny umbrella to withstand the wind and rain of life. I hope that everyone can become a pure person because of the cleansing of rain. A person with blossoming wisdom will have his fragrance permeating the whole world and will not be limited by the time of year. A person who develops the qualities of morality, concentration, and wisdom within himself can spread the fragrance of personality even in adversity!

17. Although love and separation are impermanent, it also makes us realize the heart of nature and know that impermanence has its beauty. Think about it, why most people in this world like real flowers and don’t What about plastic flowers? Because real flowers will wither, it makes people feel warm. On the shore of the cycle of life and death, we say goodbye, but we must say goodbye. This is the biggest dilemma for human beings. However, life is time, and neither can be reversed. Rather than falling and resenting the stone, it is better to look at your feet when walking from today, rather than being beaten. Tortured by the separation of yesterday's irreplaceable love, it would be better to return to the present.

18. I left Qishan Creek with sadness, as if I was leaving my memory. The beauty that still existed in my memory has now disappeared. The taro fields sprouting from the wet soil turned yellow. The banana orchard swaying in the gentle breeze collapsed. The coconut trees standing tall in the countryside were scattered. Even the light blue morning glories, which are not picky about the environment, have lost their color, blooming smaller and smaller, and finally disappear! Listen carefully, as long as you still have a little heart and soul, you will hear the whimpering of the river! Listen carefully, as long as there is still a trace of conscience, you will hear the sigh of the land! Even if the person who dumped the poisoned water was shot thousands of times, the old view of the river and the land would never be restored.

19. His love, his charm, and his happiness are equivalent to all the places he has never been to, the places he will never go, the strangers he will never encounter. people there. At dusk, although he smiled like an apprentice, he was a polite passerby who said goodbye decisively when the bread was baked. The song of birds is surprising in the branches of trees in the morning. The first ray of light hesitates between a painful curse and a magnificent love. Be grateful to someone who doesn't care about your responsibilities. You are as good as him. Just be humble to love. If you die, you still have love. If we live in the light of lightning, that is the eternal heart.

20. Creators do not need to boast or belittle themselves. Painters leave their colors to the earth, musicians leave their voices to the earth, and writers leave their words to the earth. Because the earth does not deceive, and the earth is selfless, we can Only when you can express it sincerely is it worth spending a lifetime to complete.

Deep in our hearts, there must be something that can transcend limitations and penetrate life and death, just like the stars and moon in the sky that light up the dark night. Although those transcendences and penetrations come from personal emotions, if they do not echo the earth and do not match the seasons, The changes are in harmony with each other and do not match the rising and setting of the sun. Just like when a rose is pruned, the rose has died at the moment of pruning.

21. Beautiful creation is not about pruning roses, but about going into the countryside to see those roses in full bloom. If you can catch a glimpse of the spirit of the roses, the roses will never wither in your heart and will remain fragrant forever. If on a certain spring day, the shape of the pen and ink, the rose transcends limitations and penetrates life and death! The plum blossoms beside the inkstone washing pool are the plum blossoms of the earth. The light ink marks are the essence of plum blossoms left on the earth! We are not at peace because we are incomplete. We are incomplete because we isolate ourselves. If we open up a little connection with the earth, we will get out of our loneliness, we will be complete, and we will be peaceful, at least at the moment of creation.

22. Occasionally I am walking on the sidewalk, and suddenly I see a sunset extending from the street, very far away, hanging at the end of the street. At this time, I will think, such a beautiful The sunset really heralds the end of the day. Occasionally walking on a certain road, I see a dead branch of kapok with all its leaves, standing alone and dark brown, with a desolate posture. At this time, I will think, the kapok has fallen again, life is about the opening of the beautiful kapok. How many more times? Occasionally, I sit in a roadside cafe and watch the green light turn on, and an old woman in simple clothes, holding her little granddaughter in gorgeous spring flowers, hurriedly cross the road. At this time, I will think about that old woman. The old woman was once a girl as beautiful as a flower, and that girl will one day become an old woman holding her granddaughter.

23. We came into this world crying, played various roles, performed various false scripts, and finally left this world crying. Every day after my evening walk, when I am about to return home, I touch Sunset’s hair with gratitude and say some words of praise and gratitude. Be grateful for the shortcomings of this world, which keep us alert and prevent us from falling. Thank you for the pollution in this city that gives us the wisdom to pursue purity. Thanks to those seemingly ignorant flowers and trees that enable us to understand ourselves deeply. Even if the living conditions can only be like that of animals, people should not live like animals and lose their affection, calmness, gentleness and dignity. Amidst the sorrow and misery of China's past dynasties, the reason why the Chinese people have not lost their essence actually comes from this simple The idea: People should live like a human being!

24. I accompanied a lotus grower on a tour of his lotus field. I watched him walking beside the lotus field covering an area of ??1,000 square meters and telling me how to plant a lotus. , how to irrigate, how to grow, how to harvest, how to avoid wind disasters, while waiting for next year's harvest, I feel that the most ordinary thing in the world may be something we will never know. Even if it is as small as a lotus seed, it has a set of life. University asked. I stood on the lotus field and watched the sunlight shining on the lotus field. I thought that leaving lotus leaves to listen to the sound of rain was probably a state that the lotus people could not enjoy, because when the lotus leaves were left, they had to plant seeds again. The lotus leaves in the field form one piece when sitting, and they form one piece when standing, and they are intertwined in the field. We use some empty and spiritual poems to praise the beauty of lotus leaves and fields, but they will never be as good as those who grow lotuses and use their years and blood and sweat to write poems on lotus leaves!

25. Do you also know the truth about flowing water and the moon? The water keeps flowing, but it doesn't really disappear; the moon waxes and wanes, but it doesn't wax or wane at all. From the perspective of change, the world is changing every blink of an eye; from the perspective of change, everything and I are infinite. Between change and immutability, there is sadness when there is emotion, loss when there is emotion, and sadness when there is emotion. These are all born of change. However, if the eyes are as big as the moon and the sky, and are full of sadness, loss, and sadness, wouldn’t they be like shells on the seashore? The shell is dead, but the shape, color and beauty remain. This is a bit like what the Zen Master said: My heart is as hot as fire, and my eyes are as cold as ashes. My heart is always enthusiastic, close, watching and feeling about everything in life, but when it is turned into words, it seems to have a pair of calm and observing eyes, retreating , fly far away, come back plainly to see all this.

The first time I met beauty, I was still an inexperienced young man. Beauty would meet me, nod, smile, turn around, fly like wings into the flowers, and escape into the sky. Many years later, we have recognized the green grass outside the door, tasted the sweet and refreshing breath, heard the sound of deep sighs, walked through the long road in the dark with lights lit, and now met beauty again, and the fire in our hearts was ignite. Sentences about early winter

1. In early winter, in the evening, I strolled through the supermarket and walked through the store. The dazzling array of products and novel and fashionable clothes slowed down the pace of the walkers.

2. In early winter, while riding a bicycle or walking on the way to work, the charming dance postures and brisk melody of Fengming Square reveal healthy smiles everywhere.

3. In early winter, looking at the orchard with sparse leaves and thinking about the fruit farmers’ cellars full of fruits for sale, the confusion of autumn suddenly came to my mind.

4. In early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, dancing her magical veil, sending bursts of biting cold wind.

5. In early winter, the maple leaves are all red. A gust of wind blows, and the leaves fall down like petals. The confused autumn is carried forward by tranquility with a little sadness and helplessness.

6. Spring mornings are warm, summer mornings are lively, and autumn mornings are quiet, but what about winter?

7. Winter is mixed with the confusion of autumn. Came to the countryside, drove into the city, and walked into you, me and him.

8. Winter, the last season among the four seasons of the year, is the season that most heralds the coming year.

9. Winter is here, and so is the cold wave, with goose-feather-like snow flying all over the sky. , the whole world put on a white coat.

10. In winter, I often hold a handful of sunshine and open my fingers to see the sunshine falling on the ground like gold. I don’t have gold, only sunshine. I have sunshine like gold, and even more sunshine, like gold, baby me.

11. Winter has not arrived yet, but the weather is already extremely cold. The strong wind blew the trees this way and that, and the lowest temperature had dropped to below zero. I was sleeping in bed at night and heard the wind blowing outside, like a tiger roaring.

12. Just after 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had already put away its faint light, as if it was afraid of the cold, and hid in the clouds as thick as cotton tires.

13. In the cold winter, the windows are blocked by snow, and the ice skates are like small translucent crystal pillars, hanging in rows on the eaves.

14. In the cold winter, the river changed from its usual liveliness and seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

15. The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of nakedness like uncovering the hidden head and revealing the tail.

16. The cold wind is blowing. The bare trees, like bald old men, could not withstand the northwest wind and trembled in the cold wind.

17. In the middle of winter, the north wind is biting, silver-gray clouds are galloping in the sky, the cold current is rolling, and a heavy snow is brewing.

18. The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, the severe cold blows the snowflakes, time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, winter is coming!

19. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the windows are blocked with snow and ice The slides are like small translucent crystal pillars, hanging on the eaves in rows.

20. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

21. It snowed, and pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky. After a while, the ground, trees, and roofs all turned white.

22. After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, the pink jade bricks, and the same color are all in one color. It is really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year.

23. Snowflakes come in various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage.

24. The scenery in the snow is extremely magnificent. The sky and the earth are completely the same color. Only a piece of silver can be seen. It seems that the whole world is decorated with silver.

25. A thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft woolen blanket, covers the vast wilderness, shining with cold silver light.

26. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery, and I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter the most. In winter, when the snow falls heavily, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world.

27. In the morning, the roofs of the village, the straw stacks and fences, and the wooden sheds where the tractor stands are all covered with white snow. The pine forests and bamboo forests on the mountains are covered with white snow. The trunks and branches of the tall maple trees and wild persimmon trees are covered with white snow.

28. This winter, the ground was frozen and cracked, the little north wind blew like a knife, and heavy snow flew all over the sky.

29. It is early winter, and the fallen leaves and dead branches in the forest are thickly spread on the ground, feeling soft under your feet. Talk about early winter

1. Early winter, like a beautiful, noble, reserved princess, dances her magical veil, sending bursts of biting cold wind.

2. There are no flowers blooming in this season, only leaves falling. Walking on the earth in early winter, feel the slightest coolness.

3. It rained heavily this weekend, which was a bit disappointing. Even the cold chill of early winter was aggravated by the rain.

4. It’s been a long time since I said a few words. It’s the beginning of autumn and the beginning of winter. The cold is coming quickly. At this moment, the hands with ten fingers typing on the keyboard feel cold. The popular rolled-up jeans that reveal the thin ankles are still there. Reluctantly, a thin blanket has been added to a light duvet, and it already seems to be too cold to get out of bed in the morning.

5. That early winter, that parting, that year I cried hysterically...

6. The world of mortals is charming, and the soft water is full of love. That warm heart has the persistence of love. After experiencing the beauty of autumn, I can now appreciate what early winter looks like.

7. Because in the early winter evening, when you look up, you can see the dense pink sunset and the almost clear blue sky.

8. In this cold and cool early winter, I put aside all my worries and lowered my eyebrows to listen to the wind.

9. The mood of autumn is still strong, and it seems that early winter has arrived. The sunlight outside the window is a bit dazzling to my eyes. I stand in front of the window, looking up at the vast sky, with the cool breeze.

10. I met you in an early winter season, so beautiful and hazy. In a season of thinking, I am separated from you, so quiet, walking and stopping.

11. In early winter, there are no bright colors and the air is too cold, but I can still see her gracefulness in the wind and her myriad charms...

12. The early winter moonlight mottled the floor through the cold glass, mottled the years. A slightly cold and quiet moonlight shone on me, casting a complete shadow on the mottled floor. I was speechless. I just sat alone in the moonlight. , the night is as cool as water.

13. I love the leaves under the sunshine in early winter. Even if I am facing the end of my life, I should replace the loneliness in my heart with the brilliant golden color, and interpret my love with the graceful figure fluttering in the wind. The hope that spring will bring flowers and new buds to bloom next year.

14. A cup of coffee, a book, and a sunny early winter weekend afternoon!

15. On the morning of early winter, when the mist filled the air, I walked on campus and realized that I was no longer young!

16. Every day of life is a new adventure. I saw the early winter morning, with falling trees and scattered stars.

17. You gave me a candy in early winter, and I ate it, but I kept the candy wrapper throughout the winter!

18. The afternoon sun is so fierce and lively, even though it is already early winter, the sun shines warmly on people.

19. When the cold wind blows through the old windows of the dormitory, and the withered yellow grass is covered with the white frost of early winter, does your heart feel a little cold?

20. In the torrent of life and the world, he will inevitably be like the last dead leaf falling from the tree in early winter, dancing alone and aimlessly in the residual light of the west wind.

21. The process is so beautiful, but why, the ending of the story describes all the vicissitudes of the world and is heartbreaking. Only my lonely figure is left, licking the loneliness and sorrow you gave me in this cold early winter night...

22. It’s really cold today, with a biting north wind blowing outside the window, and the ground is Everywhere you look is: fallen leaves, a vicissitudes of winter scene, yes, it’s early winter.

23. In early winter, the night is deep and quiet. Lying in bed alone, putting on headphones, listening to those familiar sad songs.