Life is a practice.
Busy time, longing for the clear blue sky, longing for a pure land of peace and tranquility, want to find a paradise, holding a touch of fresh, walking in the mountains and green waters. Twist a petal of flowers, pick a leaf of green, and let all thoughts stretch gently between the blue sky and clear water. With a light cloud and a light wind, walk silently in the misty rain and red dust, feel the warmth and coldness of life, grow lotus seeds step by step, wash away the lead, enrich the inside story and precipitate fullness.
Looking back, youth is like a grand performance. It is too late to wave, and it has already come to a hasty end. * * * The world of mortals, like the elegant white clouds in the sky, like listening to the rain by the window, listening to the Zen of the heart, letting the rain wash away the dust and purify the soul.
Like water as clear and indifferent, just like 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 and muddy, wronged and sad, lonely and miserable, happy and melancholy, always facing with a grateful heart, smiling and enjoying life, neither humble nor hesitant.
Looking at the world with a Zen mind is the great wisdom of life. The Zen machine is contained in Yongzhen, and goodness is the foundation of Zen. Learn to deal with all sorrows and joys with an indifferent and quiet mind, and be calm. Don't be shocked by honor or disgrace, but look down on bloom's flowers; I have no intention of staying or staying, and I smile at the clouds and clouds. Pain makes us learn to grow, and tears teach us how to forget. Zen while walking, Zen while sitting, on a pure land of mind, wash away with the Zen mind of clouds and water. In the vast rivers and lakes, there is always a bright light in your heart, so you won't lose your direction in life, and happiness will be endless and meaningful.
In life, there are always people that you can't forget for a long time, and there are always things that you can't touch at heart. Perhaps, when you hear a song, you will think of the past, the years full of ideals and * * *, the joys and the confusions; Perhaps, you see, that cut the white moonlight, there will be 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 and feel sad! I will collect this drifting fragrance one by one, waiting for an unchanging belief, leaving it to the next year and savoring 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 the long time, I like to keep a cool attitude, brush away a touch of feelings and generosity with my sleeves, fade away like a cloud, drift away with the wind, and suddenly look back, but what I get is a transparent feeling, a heavy life, and a sudden tolerance and touch.
Sitting in the quiet time, quietly listening to the whispers of the soul, it is a sigh from the depths of the soul, a kind of sobriety 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 dripping stones, yearn for the tranquility of white clouds and blue sky, always believe in kindness, treat people with sincerity, 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 sober after desolation. With a light wind and a light cloud, write a picture of life, always smile and hug, that touch of sunshine is brilliant! Depending on the warmth, I have a beautiful, low eyebrow, smiling, simple, leisurely, indifferent and happy life. With a selfless love, you have everything.
Life is beautiful and rich, and there is no reason not to cherish everything. Sunshine, air, blue sky, earth and nature give us all the free things, which are the most precious.
Life is a practice, the goal is not important, what you enjoy is the process, and what you practice is the mind. Life, like a big stage, has its own roles and is full of excitement. Every beautiful place around us is always full of expectations. Open the window of your heart, let the sunshine in, and face the present and the future with a grateful heart, and the world will be full of love.
Pull a colorful cloud to decorate the color of dreams, so that beauty can bloom everywhere. I believe that there is a future when there is a dream! Perhaps, the years have left us with vicissitudes of life, and life has given us the most, or moved. Touching every bloom, cherishing every flower fall, the alternation of four seasons and the cycle of life, we can't grasp it. What we have to do is to live in the present, cherish it well and not live up to this beautiful life.
Emotions, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows are all songs of the years. Learn to be indifferent, learn to be flexible, and make those unhappy, hidden and simple happy, and be a true self. Feel the indifference of the soul, grasp the understanding, be calm and happy, regardless of whether the moon is full or short. In the face of life, splash ink, wonderful pen flowers in full bloom, live high's wonderful, no one can replace!
The mountain of life is a journey of water, with the poetry of spring flowers and autumn moon, as well as the rough and muddy unevenness. We can't change the environment, but we can change our mood. We can't change our looks, but we can smile. It's better to live beautifully than to be beautiful.
Pain and sadness belong to the past, and worry and melancholy, let it go with the wind. Not every time it blooms, there will be results; Not every smile is happiness; Not every cloud will rain; Not every time it rains, there will be a rainbow. Life is like a trip. You will feel different after enjoying the scenery everywhere.
In the simple time, I picked up the beautiful past, swam in the ink sea, took a poem into my arms, and sang. In the hustle and bustle of the world, I am alone in the inner purity, watching a bright moon hanging in the blue sky, the moon shadow moving, and there is no yin and no wind. Laugh at the ups and downs of life in the green mountains and green waters.
Use holy snow to build a glittering and translucent city, use faith to light a bright heart lamp, and use a frank heart to send a sincere and warm feeling!
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!
All the way scenery, one Lu Ge.
Life is like a tide, ups and downs. In these changing years, I walked through the long river of time with a lonely mood. By chance, where I dreamed, facing the gentle evening breeze and the lonely moonlight, my heart gradually calmed down. With the gentle moonlight, I am always used to it. I pick up the pen in my hand and write my life, so that my memory can be doodled with budding colors again.
Time, like water, always lingers in the sad and lonely lush season, shy to play, giving me thin years, infected with too many vicissitudes and helplessness. But my ignorant feelings, under the aging face, unsealed the old whispers, turned into red flowers and turned into the soil, leaving only the fragrance as before.
Looking back on the past, how many lingyun ambitions were covered up by the dust all the way, and the wandering thoughts were hidden in the softest place in my heart, which stung me. The parting sigh crosses the corridor of memory, cuts the fate at the fingertips, buries a desolate place, and engraves it into the most beautiful inscription in youth. In the past years, I invite a breeze into my arms, let that sad smile drink the wind and cry, and look back on Zhan Yan for that wasted life.
Time flies, and more than 20 years have passed in such a hurry. Without waiting for the awakening of the years, time has already moved forward, leaving only whitewashed memories, shuttling through the gaps of time, trying hard to recall those windy past events. However, those stories that arrived without expression smashed the collapse of wandering outside the window, swaying the wind chimes sleeping in the dust, and recited a sad song alone, with a gentle tune, just like running water. This life revolves around the old rings, but it is helpless, but it is disturbed by the overtones, which rhymes with sadness.
Walking along the road of life, how much fragrance, how much bonus, relying on the bar to sigh the way, as delicate as flowers, dyed a season of desolation. Going around, but inadvertently, I fell into the depths of the world of mortals. No matter how the vague dreams wandered, I couldn't get out of the narrow world. I was empty for a long time, but I couldn't see the end of the story until the frost was like a dream and the dark marks flew over.
Night, still so quiet, moonlight, still like water, opens a curtain of dreams sleeping in the moonlight, spreads out a picture scroll that is hidden in the wind by streamers, writes a pen and flowers, and fills in half a volume of thin words. Through the window, gently sprinkled on the paper, the pen is half of youth and half of years. In poetic ink, the prosperity after the noise is hidden, but the past is clear in a piece of ink.
Life is impermanent, and the old things in youth are now settled. No matter how to salvage them, it is just a tear and rain. Just as the ancient Buddha who meditated under the blue light did not speak, he never sang a word of Sanskrit. However, those endless seasons, however, dream back to childhood, and then sleep in the dreamland of memory, and never wake up now.
Perhaps, the beautiful past can only sleep in a dream, and then turn into a wisp of incense, which permeates the face of the whole season, and then drifts away the memory with the wind. Looking back, the journey that I have traveled has faded away from the hubbub of the past, and I can't even see the pace of coming. I was exiled in the wilderness by time and space. After years of looting, now I only have a farewell poem, a commitment and a past.
Or perhaps, the initial waiting can only follow the reluctant feelings, wandering in every corner of the world. If we say that the hurried past has already scattered fragrance and been buried for a long time; Why, helpless sense of loss will wake up in the middle of the night, fold the tears of memories into simple and elegant words, and pay homage to those cardamom years that have gone and never returned. Whether, once tender feelings meet, destined to turn into overnight sadness; Still, those futures as thin as cicada's clothes can't stand the flick of fate, and they are interpreted into warm pictures in the aging face, sighing again in the lonely night.
As the years go by, don't hate the long time, sighing for the splendid years, just like the shadow of a broken flower, to make the 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 are fluttering, they always refuse to dock. However, the rosy clouds wandering on the side fantasize, lingering for a period of time, in the hazy misty rain, folding the ripples; I also want to outline the fragments stranded in my memory, let the plot be covered with a complete mask, and write an autograph to rewrite the end of the story. However, the years refused to write softly, and the memories painted half a face of youth.
I know that many things I remember come and go in a hurry, and I 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, only a touch of sadness was left. From then on, endless sadness bred and multiplied. Counting everything in the past, it was like blue and white flowers blooming in the lonely night sky, dancing solo in the wind and dust, which was difficult to find. Finally, it cooled down in a lonely moment, causing hair and chaos. Don't be like leaving sorrow, but it's like a trickle of worries about leaving sorrow. When you whisper, you frown.
As the past fades away, I can only live in the cold night by myself. With that blue lamp, it collapses suddenly, but it burns out the elegant charm of piety and ignorance. A few windows, who pointed to the wailing tune of flowers falling, wrote a farewell farewell song on the strings of the dizzy old year, drank those stupid words and complaints in the drunken world, and ended up looking for a past life in a hurry, with an unfinished glass, but said that life is geometric.
The wind of memory seems to have returned to the original starting point, hurting the cheeks in the past, and unexpectedly, hot tears flowed out of the deep eyes, but let the young time wander in the afternoons of those years. In a trance, I seem to have returned to those youthful years and caught a glimpse of my old days, as well as the laughter and familiar faces. All this is so clear and visible. It seems that youth has always been there, my memory is still fresh, and nothing has changed. But I still stand on the stage of youth and sing the music of life all the way.
Yesterday reappeared, the past was ups and downs, all the way scenery, all the way singing, faded the noise of the past. Now, only the blurred dreams are left, and I don't know when I will 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 the old scene. When you sing, it's yesterday's song. If you sing again, you can't go back.
: Enjoy a quiet and solitude.
Time flies, how does time slip away from your fingers? I can't imagine. Strolling through time, leisure time is the most appropriate; Embrace time, it is better to be quiet; Walking with time is the best when walking; Race against time, you will feel it when you are nervous. In winter, looking back and gazing, the year passed by bit by bit, accompanied by the melting of snowflakes, which made my heart ache a little, and some fell in love with it, just like a friend who met again would be gone.
Carefully cherish the time, 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 silence and enjoy that quietness in the bustling noise. In fact, fate will not lose anyone, nor will it owe anyone; Time has never thinned anyone, nor has it thickened anyone. You take it easy, there is a blue sky above your head; If you look down, your heart is a sea of flowers. Only after the 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 the tempering of time, you will bloom as delicate as a flower; Only by tasting the bitterness and sweetness of time can you support yourself tenaciously. You don't have to find any reason to refuse a period of precipitation, a past and a quiet reverie in time.
Silence and solitude are clear waters in time. Only when the lake is filled with them quietly can the impetuous heart drive a canoe in the lake. If you have a good time and your heart moistens 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 a long fragrance.
Find a quiet place and enjoy a quiet place. There are many thoughts in this world that breed in quiet places. If you like to read books and some words every day, you must choose a quiet and quiet time, even if it is only a moment. At that moment, you can have melodious piano music, fragrant tea, or a warm sun, or sit or lie down, completely relaxing your body and mind, and everything in life is boring without words.
Taste the life, be grateful for such a time, meditate under the lamp or swim in the sea of books, or talk with friends. The fragrance of tea attacks people, which makes the feelings return to the original simplicity and true feelings. Even though 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 exhausted, that scene in the snow shows the indifference of life in addition to silence. A painting or a scroll of calligraphy shows the author's thoughts and soul. It seems that there are only a few strokes or a few natural and unrestrained freehand brushwork, and how long has it taken the author to meditate and splash ink when he is still, before he can be so dignified, bold and beautiful?
In the quiet place, my heart is transparent and quiet, and there is no disturbance and noise. Although I can't reach "the world is like a lotus, my heart is empty." The realm, but also find a good time to settle down. Buddhist scriptures say: "Life is like robbery, and desire is like magic." Enjoying a quiet and solitude in the noisy world of mortals can be said to be the ultimate, and my heart is calm.
Such a prosperous or simple day, swaying in the quiet place, a string of looks back and sweetness, like a mountain attached to the sea, like the wind whispering to the leaves. If time gets old, the warmth flowing in the depths of the heart is still condensed with the fragrance and comfort of the years.
If you can't hold the time in one hand, let it nourish life, nourish temperament, moisten a quiet light and calm, and raise a spirit, spirit and spirit. Be quiet, moisten and be wise. The time moistened by heart has gone through a hundred flavors and is mellow and distant.
Quiet place, looking for not only a period of time, but also a precipitation in time, is the feeling of life. That is the beacon of the soul, illuminating your way forward; It is the warm sun in winter, comforting the secular heart; It is the bud of spring, which makes love more fragrant, love more lasting and life more beautiful.
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