Chapter 414: Tonghua (9)

Life is a journey, and the mountains and rivers you have walked through are all landscapes; The pleasures that have been tasted are all happiness. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info a touch of Zen into the ink, with the free and easy smile of the wind to see the vicissitudes of life, with the elegant and light past of the clouds, with an indifferent freehand life, with a peaceful and verdant time, through the time between the fingers, look down on the fireworks of the passing years, and savor the quiet of the years.

Light autumn, slightly cool. Ying has a touch of affection in the corner of the red dust, and sees a small flower secretly enchanting in the windless place; Look at a small grass full of vitality after the rain, put a heart in the passing year and rest quietly, and taste the comfort of stealing half a day of leisure. The years are too deep, and how much prosperity has turned into smoke; Time is too shallow, how many things are watched, maybe we can't live a breeze, but we can make our mood at ease. With a touch of tranquility in the depths of time, look at the past with the free and easy smile of the wind, look forward to the quiet years with the attitude of lotus, let the green of summer be lush in the heart, let the beauty of life gallop under the blue sky and white clouds, return to the simplicity of the soul, see the truth in the quiet, know the nature in the light, and keep the cool alone in the bustling place; Meditation and nourishment in the chaotic place, let the spring of life wash away the dust, let the fragrance of flowers in the soul permeate the past, let the red dust disturb, and the heart is clear and clear.

Listening to the wind and counting the rainy days, I used a study of plain ink, painted a song of cloud and water Zen heart, in the peace of the years, taste the warmth and coldness of time. Put a heart in the Tang and Song poems, find a season of coolness, feel the lingering wind and the fragrance of flowers, and appreciate the quiet beauty of the rain hitting the window lattice. A cup of tea is a period of time; A pastoral is a state of mind, across a curtain of smoke and rain, looking at the nothingness of flowers in the fog, the most beautiful in the past, has long been separated by the years, in the earthly fireworks, light makeup. Perhaps some scenery, appreciated from afar, is more rich; Some stories, without ending, are the best ending. Life, a trip to the mountains, a trip to the water, no one can keep it, the falling flowers of late spring; No one will understand, a touch of the sun, for whom to linger, if possible, to be a flower that blooms in the years, the end of the red, not to seek the extreme prosperity, but to seek a tranquil and tranquil, in the depths of time, to find a kind of spiritual refuge.

Time is pale, the shadow of the flowers is slightly cool, tonight, I follow the moonlight, write a piece of falling flowers, let go of a touch of thoughts, fall into your shoulders. My gentleness has passed through your city; Your tranquil smiling face fills my cliffs. A season of flowers, in an instant, to the intersection, once intersected with you, the memories of the pain of the hair, the residual warmth of the fingertips, and the midnight dream back to sing in a low voice, taking refuge in a desolation of the first encounter. If life is a farewell, and all the gatherings and dispersions are separated by the years, then the thoughts that have always been clinging to the heart are not a person's earth for a long time? After the passing years, can you bury all the alienation along with your thoughts? When I think of it, the vicissitudes of life; A thought is extinguished, and the cape is at the end of the world. Turn around, leave a smile, warm the past, every encounter in life, no matter how short, is the cumulative edge, if love meets, remember it is enough, sometimes, instantly, is forever.

Flowers bloom and fall, fate comes and falls, how many encounters have been warmed in the long river of years, and how many partings have been melancholy. Who is still at the end of the world, whispering love words close at hand, and who is still at the cape, repeating yesterday's vows? The past travels through time, whose eyes are wet? Concern through the heart, warm whose missing? Reaching out and still feeling the temperature of the past, I look back at you and see that you are no longer in the light. Time always ruthlessly takes away something, and then makes us miss, maybe the beauty of life lies in the traces of the years left between the encounter and parting, so if you meet, don't ask whether it is fate or disaster, shallow encounter, deep hiding, each other is good, it is a sunny day.

The older the time, the lighter the heart, sitting alone, holding a scroll, Zen tea, leaving a lingering fragrance, quietly guarding a window of the years, picking up, the flowers in the depths of time bloom and rain fall, the loneliness and joy of this way, exiled in the passing year of August. Let those past thoughts stretch under the blue sky and white clouds, circulate, dry, and scatter the world with the dust. Life is a play, don't get too deep into the play, all kinds of things in the world are originally impermanent, and the glitz is just a cloud of smoke; Gathering and dispersing is but a thought; Gains and losses are just a blink of an eye, and in the snap of a finger, they are just a moment. Hongchen all the way, only wish to be like a lotus, not for whom to open, not for who to fall, let the world fall into the dust, guard their own inch of time, in the clouds and water, low eyebrows, walking, water-like through the red dust, leading to the breeze.

There are thousands of lights in life, but it is better to have a heart lamp. When the heart becomes simple, happiness will follow; If you are kind, the world will be a better place; If the heart is strong, there will be strength in life; If the heart has a home, the days will be fragrant; If the mind follows the circumstances, there will be no troubles; If the mind is detached, it will be indifferent; If the heart is grateful, happiness will come; If there is a sense of Zen in the heart, life will suddenly open up. Ying Yi's feelings are lightly put down in the passing years, and some thoughts are gently put down, which may not be a relief; Some people slowly forget, not necessarily a kind of relief; Some pains are gradually forgotten, which may not be a kind of wisdom. One side is a pure land, a smile is a dust. , a thought and a purity, the heart is a lotus flower, life, the body is safe, it is not as good as the heart; The road is wide, not as wide as the heart, when there is nothing, you can be safe by guarding your heart.

The years are like water, and only after passing can you know the depths; Time is like a song, singing the heart of Fang Pin. Life, gathered because of fate, warm because of love, because of experience, so understand; Because you understand, you cherish it, and love is beautiful because you cherish it; Friendship lasts because it is sincere; Family affection is warm because of mutual dependence. Looking back at the passing years, those encounters and heart-warming moments, those bright smiles in life, and the warmth that can be held by reaching out are finally fragrant with the past and beautiful the whole past. If you can, let the love overflow, flow into warmth, in the flow of a spring flowers, with the freshness of sunshine and rain and dew, embracing with the fragrance of flowers, drinking with time, looking at the past with the free and easy smile of the wind, with the tranquility of the lotus and peace, between the spring flowers and autumn falls, I hope that the years are quiet. After the passing years, we who wish to taste the fireworks of the world can still watch the beauty of life with a dust-free heart.

Life is a play, with good fortune and misfortune; agglomeration and dispersion; Joy and sorrow intersect; the gap between rich and poor; Gains and losses go hand in hand, and there is a fixed number of flowers blooming and falling, and there will be times when they are high and low. Passing by is considered the scenery, the experience is understood, the prosperity and peace of life may not be warm, the coarse tea and light rice see the truth, the glory will eventually end, the desperate place can also meet life, the boat through the water is more secluded, the clouds are bluer, and the peak loop will see better scenery

(To be continued.) )