Chapter 358: Forgetting Hope (3)

At sunset, brew a cup of camellia and listen to a song of "Zen" with a far-reaching artistic conception, and indulge in the mysterious illusion with this natural sound. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info as if I am a bird that shuttles through the mountains and forests, sometimes circling and shuttling, sometimes leading to singing; as if I am the gurgling in the mountain stream of a clear spring, ripples light, vast and long-flowing; as if I am the mountain that stands between heaven and earth, the majestic bank is towering, calmly extended.

I don't believe in the Buddha, I just like the ethereal Sanskrit Sutra, and the compassionate and indifferent Buddha Zen heart, in the pure joy, calm and quiet, comfortable and peaceful.

I have always longed to walk into the green mountains and blue waters, understand the gorgeous and colorful landscapes, appreciate the rise and fall of plants and trees, listen to the sound of the yellow sky and thick soil, and explore the wonder of the universe and nature. Walking into the landscape, you will also walk out of the hustle and bustle, cool the body and mind, precipitate the spirit, and sublimate the soul.

As one ink artist said, when you walk into nature, the inexhaustible source of life is injected into the heart, and a colorful and gorgeous picture of the human spiritual world is constructed. From the elegant and handsome scenery of the landscape, we can obtain fresh perceptual cognition, aesthetic experience and rich materials, and at the same time can make our vision broader, the aesthetic sense richer, the broadest mind, and the pursuit of higher aspirations.

"Ask Yu what he means to live in Bishan, laugh and don't answer." If the thoughts flow in the green mountains and clear waters, the clouds are hazy, the green bamboo orchid pavilion, the ancient temple and the mountain temple of the Qingning, at that moment, the gray and white area entrenched in the mind, will slowly return to the verdant and vivid green, let the soul dance and wander in it, until those living flowers and plants, those smart water waves, those ordinary and simple scenes, those natural customs of the wilderness, along the tunnel of thought, cleanse the dust contaminated on the heart.

Mountains can purify the mind, and water can purify the heart. The benevolent man enjoys the mountain, the wise man enjoys the water, and the love of the landscape is eternal. The breadth and profundity of the mountain, the vastness and softness of the water, the condensation of benevolence and wisdom, the blend of stillness and flow, the combination of solemnity and agility, they interpret the life and soul of the splendid mountains and rivers, convey the mystery and rhythm of nature, and inherit the legend and immortality of heaven and earth.

However, many people are consumed by the complicated world and have no leisure, so they calm down and look up at the posture of a white cloud, and lower their eyebrows to appreciate the beauty of a wild flower. Even if you walk into the idyllic landscape, you can't feel the coolness of the breeze, the warmth of the rain, the chirping of birds, and the fragrance of the earth.

Only when the mind is calm, can you taste the natural Zhong Lingyuxiu; Only by being calm can we enjoy the chic and calm of life. In the lingering life, as long as you find the direction of the soul, how many twists and turns of the road can open the sky, how many complicated processes can be light.

I can't help but think of the Zhuangzi who slept on the rock, turned into a butterfly in a dream, used his thoughts as a rod, and fished for white clouds in the mountains. He wandered away from the world, fame and fortune never touched his body, even if the overlord of Chu in the Warring States period came to invite him to be prime minister, Zhuangzi still fished Pu Shui, holding the rod and ignoring it, as long as he was free, he was not bound by any mundane things.

However, for ordinary people, this kind of state is afraid that it is difficult to achieve. Su Zi also sighed: I don't have to hate this body for a long time, when will I forget the camp?

In the disturbance of the red dust, some people are busy chasing, even if they are scattered into the dust of the mortal world, they also vow to rely on the worldly soul, and some people are content with the status quo, guarding a quiet corner, and there is no need to abandon each other. But everyone is a combination of contradictions, throwing themselves into the deep and turbid water of the red dust, and it is difficult to achieve harmony and transparency.

"The water is the eye waves, the mountain is the eyebrows, and you want to ask the pedestrians where to go, where the eyebrows and eyes are full." Where is there no moonlight, where is there no nature in heaven and earth? The real purity of the heart is not necessarily to take off the worldly clothes and put on simple clothes. In the deep mountains and old forests, build a hut, build a fence and grow vegetables, and have tea and light rice every day, without desire. Instead, in the midst of a prosperous world, they have a peaceful mind, calm feelings, know how to make trade-offs, and learn to be grateful. In this way, it will be more elegant and less flashy; More simplicity, less mediocrity.

"There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it." For the landscape Zen realm, any language seems pale and powerless, because it is the most beautiful freehand of nature, and it is the original purity of the soul. When our minds focus on a certain kind of sleepiness, we might as well go into the landscape, get close to nature, and enjoy the scenery along the way.

The shuttle of time and space, the blank space of life, people go to the empty building, hesitate alone, leaving a desolate style city in vain; Leave the endless attachment and murmuring vaguely in the tunnel of time, continue the reincarnation of fate, and pursue the unforgettable memory of the next life. The past has become a hazy rain, a trace of warmth, a wisp of warmth, filling the wound of sadness; Under the linden tree, I looked up at the starry sky, and the meteor pierced the dead night sky, giving me a ray of hope; I folded my hands and prayed silently: If there is an afterlife, I don't want to wander anymore, I don't cry anymore, I want to be a Bodhi rooted in the loess, evergreen, facing the direction of the wind, with the most beautiful and strongest smile, standing for eternity.

There will be a time when life partes, gathering and scattering impermanence, the soul of the fallen leaves returns to dust, and people return to their hometown. After experiencing the stormy years, after the surging passion, the wind and waves are calm, and there is no ripple; The emotional moment is the most beautiful, the farewell moment is the most difficult to part, endure the helpless sentimentality, wave goodbye to the dust of youth, and fade away the glitz of a lifetime; After a years of wind and snow, he was defeated, appreciated the sadness of the vicissitudes of the world, and took a photo of humble youth and flashiness; When he is already getting older, he is full of green silk and white hair, picking up the residual warmth at the end of the season and composing a youthful and gorgeous movement

Those familiar sorrows, like mottled tree shadows swaying in dreams, linger in the ears, pouring out the sorrows and sorrows of the whole life; Autumn desolation filled the sky, and I flattened my left hand and waited for the haggard yellow flowers to fall off; It swirls in the autumn wind, like duckweed drifting in the deep blue sea, exuding all the elegant fragrance, pouring out the fragrance of the season, and accompanying the air, just to breathe closer to you.

Turned into dust, accompanied by the earth for a long time, no one goes to the loneliness of the empty building, there is no sadness to look back suddenly, only the most unforgettable exclusive love and memory. When the spring breeze rises in the coming year, the green leaves will hit the city in vain.

And I turned around and waited for the next season, the sad rain stopped, the spring flowers bloomed, and the most beautiful yellow flowers on the other side bloomed all over the cliffs. The years are melodious, the journey is too long, if the years will be tolerant, know how to advance and retreat freely, and the dusk of depression does not give people the oblique light of the remnant sun. If the tunnel of time is a warm spring,

(To be continued.) )