Early in the morning, always pleasant. Unfortunately, most modern people are tired and eat very casually, so everyone must sleep to restore their physical functions.

Wake up early, unless work requires, most people will choose to wake up naturally. And people who have to get up early because of work rarely go to enjoy the early morning scenery.

The sky was gray, and there was some orange in the distance. The air is cool, the leaves are fresh, and even the ground seems to be refreshed, waiting to be stepped on.

Everything is not so noisy, but you can see the anxious appearance of office workers, and there are many elderly people running in sportswear or standing under the trees to play their own Tai Chi.

The greenery of the streets, the piles of tiles or wood, the slightly moist soil, and the dew on the plants. No one goes back to appreciate them, just as they don't appreciate humans.

Rusty railings at bus stops, or billboards wiped clean by sanitation workers, are even covered in a thin layer of ash in some neglected places. The trash can next to it is only a few plastic food bags and soy pulp paper cups in it at the moment.

The whistling of the subway as it enters the platform, the creaking of the security doors as it opens, the sound of the drip alerting people to safety, and the sound of people's footsteps. It seems that office workers who get up early don't like to talk much. Only the aunts who get up early will chirp and talk non-stop.

How much have we missed?

Yuan Changwen stood by the window, as if for the first time he was seriously looking at the window frame, as well as the dust inside, and the pitch-black mud that had not been cleaned up. There were some unidentified objects in it, perhaps dried flies, or unknown parts of plants.

At the moment, I don't want to have to think.

If it's like this for the rest of your life, that's good.

The mind is completely on the places that are within reach, the window frames, the potted plants next to it, the cold floor, the gaps between the tiles, the slight cracks in the walls.

A state of peace of mind gradually wrapped Yuan Changwen.

For some reason, I was suddenly moved, and a few tears slowly flowed down my face.

I should have observed these things a long time ago, and they seemed to have a different charm at this time. There is no labeling, no thinking, just like the legendary mental experience, directly feeling the existence of objects.

There is no need to anthropomorphize objects, because the so-called human beings themselves are false, and those emotions such as greed, irritability, fear, kindness, compassion, generosity, etc., are all false.

Experience the way things are "as they should be".

Yuan Changwen felt a little guilty, for more than 20 years, it seemed that they had been waiting for him. And today, I have finally poured my mind into them, not to observe but to experience them.

It's like imprinting your own mind on them.

The whole person is not happy, or in a state of ecstasy. It's a faint sense of satisfaction, as if nothing is happening in this world. In fact, there was nothing going on in the first place.

The feeling of slight heaviness in the body, also a bit like wrapping outside the body, let my breath and mood all sink.

But instead of being gloomy or melancholy, it's a bit like a weight pressing on the hull, so that the whole ship no longer drifts with the current, leaving the hull of the storm to stand still.

There is no desire, no expectation, just the present. I don't want to think, I don't even want to describe this state, I just let nature caress it.

From time to time, my nose is a little sour and I want to cry. But it wasn't crying, it was just slightly moved, and tears were rolling in the eyes.

I don't know what I'm moving, but I just feel this way in my heart.

His hands were slightly numb, as were his feet.

What awakening to talk about?

Thinking about what is real?

The last moment was still thinking and debating fiercely, but this moment it is so light and breezy, as if the thinking just now does not belong to him at all.

Why do you have to go out of your way to play a role?

Your decisions are always influenced by others, not by others' opinions, but by your own heart, what others will think of you doing this, or what will happen to others.

Everyone is in their own minds, and I want to decide to travel, and the first consideration is whether my colleagues have been there and how I want to show off.

When I decide to do something, I will consider whether my mother will be uncomfortable and whether she will wash her face with tears every day because of this. Or will the wife be noisy, and then the family is not harmonious or something.

Forget it, let's go!

Disappear from my mind, I didn't dare to do this before, it was nothing more than the fear that others would scold me for being unfilial, scolding myself for not having a sense of responsibility, fearing that I would regret these actions, and fearing an unknown future.

It's all gone!

Yuan Changwen felt the state at the moment, lazy, it seemed that the destruction of the world in the next second was also good.

It turns out that this is what is called, stop believing, this is what is called, do not hinder.

Letting the Tao take control of one's own ship of life is not to believe that the Tao can lead to a better life, nor to convince oneself that you have no control over your life.

It's just that it's too lazy to let go by yourself. Just look at everything, experience everything that happens, whatever you want to happen, it's good.

Write your own life?

At the moment, it has become a joke, and instead of letting the "self" write it, it is better to let the "Tao" write it, maybe it will be much more exciting.

Yuan Changwen gently stroked the potted plant next to him, and for the first time, he saw clearly the lines of the leaves, and there were many fine hairs on it. The stalk is not stout and forks, and a few more leaves grow. Some are big and some are small, but they are all straight up.

Why scare yourself?

Why do you feel that the world is hostile?

Why do you keep thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking?

"Ego" is really disgusting, and now it makes me think about the future, and I don't want to. Even if you think about those cool points, the cool points of standing at the peak and smiling proudly in the world in the future are not as good as a line of leaves.

If this behavior leads to the separation of wives, if this thought becomes a social loser, then it happens, I don't care.

Yuan Changwen felt himself carefully, except for the numbness of his hands and feet, it seemed that the whole person had become a ball, gently floating in his own perception.

The paleness of language is especially clumsy at this moment, like describing a moonlight sonata in words, which only an idiot would think of.

I believe that you have been in this state to a greater or lesser extent.

For a moment, it was as if all people and things were far away, as if none of these things existed. I don't know what my troubles are, as if those troubles were in the second grade of elementary school, and now I think back on them so far away.

It's not about seeing the world in any new light, it's about removing one's previous perceptions, removing oneself and hindering the presentation of the world itself.

So, what's holding you back? What's blocking your eyes?

What else is there but the "ego"!

Here, at this moment, in this state, it is as if the "self" suddenly becomes a piece of. Whether it is a good "self" or a dirty "self", it is a piece of.

Don't come to me again, okay?