Chapter 331: The Unjust Case of the Ninth District (25

Everyone is a passer-by in the red dust, there are flowers blooming, there are tides, there is a tide, there is prosperity, there is an end, as long as you know how to be enough, life will be happy; As long as the heart is clear, there will be no rainy days in life. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the face of difficulties, haze and failure, we must find back to be strong and brave, adjust the messy steps, clean up the scattered mood, and write the past quietly and calmly.

I appreciate what Bai Luomei said: ?" In this noisy mortal world, we all need to have a suitable place for our souls. Maybe it's a quiet house, maybe it's a wordless scripture, maybe it's a labyrinthine path. As long as it is where your heart goes, it is a post station, in order to start in the future and no longer be so confused. ”

That's right, the sky is bluer over the clouds, and the water is quieter. There are thousands of lights in the world, it is better to have a heart lamp, and when the heart is open, you will not lose your way in the dark.

If people are simple, happiness will follow; If the heart is poetic, everything will be beautiful. There is no need to envy others, you are also a landscape, leave a plain heart in the world, give a shallow look back to the passing years, look down on the floating dust and fireworks, savor the quiet years, have no quarrel with the world, and the dust is unstained, floating outside the object, walk and think in the time when a flower blooms, and let the pure thoughts run through the life, pampered and humiliated, I am happy, so, it is good.

"The sky can't leave my traces, but I've flown over."

In the earthly world, birth, dan, purity, end, and ugliness, everyone is the protagonist of their own life, and they are all the scenery on the stage of life and in the eyes of others. If you can keep a paradise alone, you can make every day full of wind and sunshine.

Taste a cup of tea, listen to a piano sound, let us keep the mirror of the spiritual platform in our hearts, purify our hearts to warmth, enter Zen in a shallow way, and carry a beautiful vision, with a light ink poetry, leisurely forward, so that the paintings of life are colorful, and the books of life are abundant.

Sunlight is a flower blooming in the sky, and her fragrance cannot be described in words. Sunshine is the feeling of the sky, and her romance can be described in words. The sun is the dance of the sky, and no one can compare to her wonderfulness. The sea is her beautiful daughter, the earth is her meek son, and in her warm embrace, we are bathed in selflessness and great love. What is higher than selflessness is called desirelessness, and what is greater than great love is called compassion. Of these, sunshine can be well deserved.

Sunlight varies from time to time, the sun is always after the wind and rain, and the sun is always after the cold. In fact, the sunshine has never changed, it has always been the same, and it is our own hearts that have changed. Pessimistic people always see that the sun is followed by wind and rain, and after the warmth comes there is severe cold. Optimistic people see that after the wind and rain is sunshine, and after the severe cold is warmth. People who are truly well-cultivated and have a high realm cannot see the wind, rain and severe cold. Their sky is always blue, always full of sunshine and clear. Their lives are only warm and bright, because they only have sunshine in their hearts, and wind and rain and cold do not exist in their dictionary. Only those who are shallow-sighted, can't see through, and are obsessed will hesitate in the wind and rain and sigh in the cold. When we penetrate the clouds and go up to the highest part of the sky, is there still wind and rain? When our hearts are the sun, what cold can we feel?

The smell of sunshine is the taste of happiness. The realm of sunshine is the realm of Buddhahood. Whether you like it or not, the sun is here, not dirty or clean. Whether you like it or not, the sunshine is here, neither increasing nor decreasing. Whether you scold her or curse her, she is silently dedicated. Whether you hate her or insult her, she just gives it quietly. Because of her dedication, she never remembers the loss, we just think it is a habit. Because she gives, never whether you want it or not, we just think it is natural. So, our parents are our parents, Buddhas, that's it. Our parents have loved and compassionate us all their lives, and we often only take it as it should be, naturally, and we get used to it, and even a little numb. What is Compassion? Sunshine is. What is Buddha? Sunshine is. She is always unabandoned, silently, everywhere, all the time.

Sunlight is simple, it's so natural. Whether you want her or not, she's just here. Whether you annoy her or not, it just exists. You open your hand, and she comes in. You clasp your hands and she's out. The same is true of Buddhas. When you open your heart and let your mind become one with all things in heaven and earth, you are a Buddha. When you close your heart and your heart is dark, you are a demon. The same goes for happiness. When your heart is full of sunshine, and you are the same as the sun, you are happy. When you don't have the sun in your heart and you are in the company of darkness, you are unlucky. Happiness is actually very simple, open your hands. Becoming a Buddha is actually very simple, open your mind.

There is no beauty or ugliness in the world, beauty and ugliness are only in people's hearts. There is no right or wrong in the world, but only in people's hearts. There is no good or evil in the world, but good and evil are born only by the heart. From your point of view it is evil, from someone else's point of view it may be good. The sun is almost avenue, and her realm is higher than water. The water has a time of anger, but the sun does not. Her realm is higher than the mountains, and the mountains have earthquakes, but the sun does not. Sunshine is like the light of the Buddha, selfless, desireless, selfless, and heartless. The sun encompasses everything, shines on everything, as long as you are willing to ask for it, she will give it to you. You don't want it, she still gives it to you. There is no beauty or ugliness, no right and wrong, no good and evil in her heart, she only has compassion, only giving, and only warmth. The sun is empty and all-encompassing. The sun is all-encompassing, and there is nothing in the heart. The sun is like the light of the Buddha, shining on everything and surpassing all sentient beings. I understand the sunshine and understand the Buddha's heart.

The sun is warm, warm and not exclusive. She does not determine the standards of good and evil, beauty and ugliness, right and wrong with her own heart, she is colorless, tasteless, formless and transparent, sprinkled into the void, shining in all directions. Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Sunshine does not need to be reciprocated, nor does it need praise, and any return and praise is insignificant. In the same way, any suspicion and belittlement is futile. To be against the sun is to be against yourself. If you can't get along with the sun, you are actually harming yourself. Why should we be such fools?

People like the sun, things like the sun, love like the sun, compassion like the sun, all over the world. A warm greeting, a sweet smile, a simple blessing, a small help, and a kind gesture are all the sunshine of our lives. Why don't we collect them and let them shine on our life path and warm our hearts that we need to be warm? There is more sunshine in the bottom of my heart, I am a sun, what wind and rain are so strong that I can extinguish the sun?

Collecting sunlight is actually storing happiness. There is as much sunshine as there is happiness in the world. When the heart is full of sunshine, it is full of happiness. When we are one with the sun, we are actually one with happiness. Expand your mind, store greater sunshine, and have as much sunshine as you have, as much happiness as you have. When our hearts are like the void, in fact, happiness is as big as the void, so big that there is no margin of space, and there is no time limit. (To be continued.) )