Your immaculate appearance makes me pleasing to the eye, and let me cultivate and establish virtue in your splendour, and do not change the festival with poverty--inscription

In the world, there may be such a woman, who lives in the quiet mountains and rivers, among the green plum blossoms, reading and listening to music, planting flowers and raising plums, painting and writing poems, using a simple pen, practicing in the text, describing deliberately for the Qing Su time, making sentences for flowers, birds, and cordyceps, and reading sentences for people who have met with flowers. Lingering in the mountains and rivers, pure in the sun and moon, such a gentle woman, the heart is as simple as Jane, pampered and humiliated, in the most shallow Zen, poetic life!

In the most superficial text, you are generous and let go of a city of prosperity, such as the woman who crossed the south in the Song Dynasty, washed away the lead flower, and the splashed ink landscape, accompanied by the line-bound classics, wandering in the mountain village and town of the text, guarding your own Qingming corner, daily life without clear words and beautiful sentences, but there is a simple simplicity, elegant beauty, such as the wonderful people in the mountains and forests, and the sketches of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

That woman, as if with the glitz and glitz of the natural division of a line not far away, not close to the line, not to pay attention to the troubles, not to be charming, not to indulge in the extravagance of dogs and horses, in a person's life, a pot of tea, a wine, a pen, if occasionally get a sentence of elegant and extreme words, that is the whole world of the breeze and moon.

In the lingering of morning and dusk every day, let the days flow in every second of simplicity and simplicity, blowing clouds and seeing the sun. Watching insects and ants busy, appreciating the gathering of floating clouds, tasting the fragrance of melons, vegetables and rice, spending time like turning a book, and a little snack are the true taste of the world!

If you have a clear place, such as the tranquility in the Zen courtyard, there is no singing music, only Sanskrit sound, and the Bodhi in the courtyard, the stone of the three lives, everywhere contains Zen, full of their own spiritual world. Let the years pass like water, it has nothing to do with me or you. Even if there are occasional moving daily stories, subtle things can be touched in silence!

In the affectionate text, affectionate life, in the most shallow Zen, waiting for you!

I like you, this kind and graceful woman from Nandu, like a lotus temperament, like a gentle, elegant, and leisurely text; I like that there is no fancy fireworks on your cotton and linen green clothes; I like you to make tea, raise flowers, grow vegetables and make clothes, and turn the simple days into a frangipani flower; I prefer you to live your daily trivialities like a stained landscape, or a poem by Tao Yuanming, and boil your love for the world into the aesthetics of life.

Your dust is unclean, which makes me pleasing to the eye, and let me cultivate and establish virtue in your fragrance, and do not change my temper with poverty.

Early, your unstained lead has left a trace in my heart that can never be erased.

Once, I looked at you from afar, out of the thousand-year-old Zen courtyard, cotton and linen green clothes, pretty back, overflowing with elegant and subtle beauty, like an inkstone of green ink, dyed with the color of the dust, but out of the dust, not muddy, dipped in the ink fragrance, in the depths of the clouds and smoke, waved out of a paper idyllic mountain village of the tranquil artistic conception, there is a wisp of quiet cold incense.

Or, as usual, you will chat with friends like me about fasting, writing, poetry, tea ceremony, and you will also have a humble and polite conversation with visiting guests in the hall of incense. No matter what kind of scene, your appearance is so beautiful and tranquil, because, after all, you are living like grass and trees, like the spirit contained in a drop of dew, silent and joyful.

I am obsessed with plants, trees and landscapes, and often write to you in the text, remarks on a lot of flower raising and travel experience, as if writing memories, those people in the memories, writing about the journey, those things in the journey, chattering endlessly, but I dare not have a word to write a word or two about you, in fact, from beginning to end, you are the best memory of my prosperous time, fragmentary sentences.

Remember, Rao Xueman once said, "If you like a song, listen quietly, and if you like someone, watch it from afar!" ”

Those who like it, look at it from a distance, there is not a kind of Zen, such as the autumn servant wants to see the winter snowflakes, like the ronin in the sea wants to see the white horse on the shore, and like the long-lost returnee wants to see the beloved thoughts, such a parting is a touch of desolation. It's like every winter month, the wind shakes the residual snow, and the old sun falls one after another like the thin leaves of the old banyan tree, and you can always feel the silence that the people have not arrived in the evening, and the mood to see you will also drift aimlessly to you or the place where you have been.

In the words in your heart, there will always be the ink fragrance you grind, and in the shallow description, there will be more or less blank space. And every beautiful moment related to you, but I dare not write that line of sentences about you.

Many late nights, quiet as Zen, recalling your appearance, just like you poured a cup of tea for me, the tea color is slightly warm, sitting on your futon, talking slowly, talking about words and poems, talking about firewood, rice, oil and salt, talking about the dust into the world, your feelings are delicate and rich, thoughts are scattered and fine, the voice is sweet and soft and powerful, which can often make my sometimes impetuous heart, calm down, and wander in the downtown with a dusty heart.

reminds me of Xue Xiaozen's words, "People who are on the same path will eventually meet." "I think that in the way of life, because we pursue each other's simple and honest interests, we are like-minded people, and I will meet you eventually. Or on a cruise ship in another country, or on a trail in a different place, I have experienced a hundred turns and thousands of turns in the world, and at a certain point in the years, different paths are the same!

Even if there will be people who go out of the desolation, there will be people who will go to the end of the song, whether you are the protagonist of life or the audience of the years, it doesn't hurt to meet you once you live!

You, a woman with a heart like a green plum, am waiting for me in the most affectionate words. In every sentence written to you, reflect each other and see the clarity of the heart. I am willing to use words as a needle, with affection as a thread, in the years of cotton and linen Tsing Yi on a needle, weaving those who want to give you a good full moon, after the years, under the vine and lotus frame of the old time, there is a breeze and bright moon, there is old wine, there is Zen tea, there are dyed paintings, and there are wired books,...... And the old man.

After many years, if you are still the woman who crossed south from Song Cili, and I, I will wait for you in the most shallow Zen!

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This article is reprinted from the Internet, original author: Weichen Mo

The author's reading feelings:

The world is noisy and flashy, and my heart is simple. I like the kind of life described in the article, practicing in words, lingering in the mountains and rivers, and being pure in the sun and moon. In the most shallow Zen, poetic life! A pot of tea, a glass of wine, a pen, accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon, write light and elegant words.

May the present world be stable and the years be quiet.