Yu Zhenyi woke up from the realm of enlightenment, a little confused.

Life is a big dream.

When people are alive, they often don't know that they are dreaming, so they are obsessed with the joys and sorrows in their dreams, but they don't know that the joys and sorrows are as illusory as the dreams themselves, and they may be completely opposite to the real situation.

In the eyes of ordinary people, what a person sees and feels when he wakes up is real, while dreams are hallucinatory and unreal. Zhuangzi thought otherwise. There is such a story in "Zhuangzi Qi Theory of Things": One day at dusk, Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he had become a butterfly. He flapped his wings, and sure enough, he looked like a butterfly, and he was very happy. At this time, he completely forgot that he was Zhuang Zhou.

After a while, he realized in a dream that the proud butterfly was Zhuang Zhou. So, is it Zhuang Zhou who dreams of becoming a butterfly, or does a butterfly dream of becoming Zhuang Zhou?

Zhuang Zhou can be a butterfly, and a butterfly can also be Zhuang Zhou.

It is difficult for people who live in the big dream of life to figure out which is the real world in which they live or the world in which they go after death. Many people only have the feeling of "suddenly like a dream" when they are about to come to the end of their lives.

Datang has circulated many stories that are "suddenly like a dream", which are endlessly memorable to read.

According to legend, there was a person surnamed Chun Yu Ming, who was addicted to alcohol and was willful and informal.

One day coincided with his birthday, Chun Yudi held a banquet under the big locust tree in front of the door and drank and had fun with his friends, he was drunk, and was helped by his friends to take a nap under the porch, as if there were two purple-clothed messengers to invite him to get on the car, and the carriage galloped towards the hole under the big locust tree.

But seeing the sunny day in the cave, there is no cave. Dozens of miles of driving, pedestrians are endless, the scenery is prosperous, the front of the Zhumen hangs a golden plaque, the book "Dahuai Anguo", there is a prime minister to go out to greet each other, tell that the monarch is willing to match the princess, recruit him as a concubine.

Chun Yudi was very frightened, unaware that it had become a wedding, married Princess Jinzhi, and was appointed as the "Taishou of Nanke County". Chun Yudi took office as the logistics government and loved the people, and governed Nanke County in an orderly manner, and in the past 20 years, he was valued by the king and supported by the people.

At this time, he already had five sons and two daughters, a prominent official position, a happy family, and was very proud.

Unexpectedly, the country of Tanluo suddenly invaded, Chun Yudi led his troops to resist the enemy, and was defeated repeatedly, and the princess unfortunately died. Chun Yudi suffered an accident and lost the favor of the monarch, and later he resigned from his post as a taishou and returned to Beijing with a sad heart.

Later, the king allowed him to return to his hometown to visit his relatives, but he was still seen off by two purple-clothed envoys. The car is out of the cave, and the mountains and rivers in my hometown are still the same. When Chun Yudi returned home, he saw that he was sleeping under the porch, and he couldn't help but be startled and woke up.

In front of him, the servant was cleaning the yard, the two friends were washing their feet, the sunset was still on the wall, and the dream experience seemed to have passed a whole life.

Chun Yudi told everyone about the dream, everyone was very surprised, and they all found under the big locust tree, and sure enough, they dug a big ant hole, and there was a hole leading to the south branch, and there was a small anthill. In the dream, "Nanke County" and "Huai'an Country" are actually like this!

Although the story of Nan Ke's dream is well-known to everyone, it is still interesting to read, how many people can really understand dreams and life?

The difficulty of cultivating the truth lies in distinguishing the truth from the false.

There are clouds in the "Longmen Heart Method", the best method of liberation, if there is no teacher who is really merciful to teach, to lure the spiritual machine, An can have an epiphany of Mahayana authenticity, and gradually enter the wonderful path of nothingness, so as not to fall into evil views, and mistakenly enter the side door is also yes. Therefore, those who have not been able to understand the Tao should first take refuge in the scriptures. If you fail to understand the scriptures, take refuge in the teacher first. If you can take refuge in the master's treasure, then the treasure can be smelled in the unheard. If you can smell the scripture treasure, then the Taoist treasure can be seen when you are not visible. The unseen ones of the past, once they suddenly penetrate, are all powered by the power of the refuge master.

The Great Dao of Enlightenment, the Secret Decree Dangang Fire Charm and so on all need to be taught by the master. If you don't have a teacher, you can't interpret the scriptures, and if you don't have a scripture, you can't understand the way. The scriptures, the so-called words and words, every sentence of the spiritual text, the line of extinguishing sin, the scroll of blessings. Every word of many classics has a unique hole and contains mysteries.

"The Precepts of the Three Caves" says: "If the Taoist scriptures are not taught, then they are not gods." Without a formal teacher, it means that you can't understand the actual meaning of it. If you don't understand the actual meaning, it's easy to act on your own assumptions, and it's absolutely difficult to make the final correct result. This is called the wrong side door. Cultivating the law of injustice is the way to enter the devil.

After hearing the Tao, after the cultivation of building the foundation, everyone can obtain the Inner Dan, which is the Dao Dan. After hard cultivation in the primary stage, the Dan Sutra is turned three times, and you can get the proof that the three flowers gather at the top, the five qi are Chaoyuan, and the true qi Chaoyuan can open wisdom, and the "Yuan" is on the Dantian Mud Pill Palace. After breaking through the foundation of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak and the Five Qi Dynasty, you can enter the intermediate stage and continue to cultivate upward.

Speaking of the dream, Yu Zhenyi remembered the inheritance of Lu Zu that he had gotten.

How did the Eight Immortals Lu Dongbin realize the Immortal Dao in a dream?

His origin is also very miraculous, it is said that he was born under the Ringo tree, and when he was born, he was born with a strange fragrance, accompanied by fairy music in the air, a white crane flew down from the sky, flew into his mother's pillow and disappeared, and then the fetus was born. Lu Dongbin, who was born in such a magical way, is naturally extraordinary, and he was extremely smart when he was very young, and was called a prodigy by his neighbors.

When he grew up, Lu Dongbin was also a talent, but it was a little strange that he didn't marry a wife when he was twenty years old, which was a strange person at the time. And Lu Dongbin's luck doesn't seem to be very good, he has been taking the Jinshi exam for many years but has never passed the exam, which is really a big blow to this prodigy who recites ten thousand words every day when he is a child. Lu Dongbin was discouraged, and decided not to take the exam anymore, so he went out for a tour alone to relieve the boredom in his heart

What Lu Dongbin himself didn't expect was that this trip changed his fate. One day, in a restaurant in Chang'an, the depressed Lu Dongbin saw a scholar who was inscribed a poem on the wall, Lu Dongbin saw that he looked strange and ancient, and the poem was written with a bit of detachment, so he couldn't help but come forward to talk to him, knowing that this was the very famous immortal Han Zhongli, and the two chatted very speculatively.

Han Zhongli then said: "I live in Heling in Zhongnan Mountain, do you want to go with me?" At this time, although Lu Dongbin longed for the life of a fairy, and the blows of repeated attempts also made him very depressed, but after all, he was still unsatisfied, so after thinking about it, he still declined Han Zhongli's invitation and did not agree.

Seeing this situation, Han Zhongli also knew that the time had not come, so he said: "In this way, you see that we are also very close to each other, why don't we travel to Chang'an together and feel the prosperity of Chang'an?"

These words were exactly what Lu Dongbin wanted, and it was no fun to travel alone, so wouldn't it be good to have such a friend to talk to as a companion?

Since then, the two of them have been wandering in the market all day long, it is really a good and unhappy, there is a great intention to see each other and hate each other, and in the evening, Han Zhongli and Lu Dongbin stayed in the wine shop together. Han Zhongli cared for him very much, he was tired, Han Zhongli specially prepared delicious yellow rice for him and waited for him to wake up and eat.

Playing like this every day, Lu Dongbin seems to have really forgotten the boredom of life, and he feels that such days are really good.

One day, Lu Dongbin felt tired and went to sleep by himself again, and Han Zhongli was still cooking for him. As the saying goes, there are thoughts in the day, dreams in the night, although he seems to live a fairy-like life with Han Zhong for several days, but after all, he is still unfinished, and he can't let go of his heart after repeated attempts. So on this day, as soon as I fell asleep, I had a dream, and it was a sweet dream.

Lu Dongbin dreamed that he not only passed the examination but also was the champion, and for a time all the civil and military officials came to congratulate, and he himself married a wife and had children with joy, and his life was really prosperous, and his children and grandchildren were full of glory and wealth.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and suddenly I didn't know what the reason was, I was inexplicably convicted of a felony, Wanguan's family property was confiscated, his wife was separated, and in the end he was alone, destitute, and a person could only stand in the snow and shiver.

Lu Dongbin was about to sigh, but he was suddenly awakened, and after waking up, he still felt a little confused, and he was still sighing for the encounter in his dream. Han Zhongli couldn't help but smile when he saw him like this. At this time, the yellow sorghum rice made by Han Zhongli was not yet cooked, so Han Zhongli inscribed a poem: "The yellow sorghum is still not ripe, and I dreamed of Huaxu." ”

Lu Dongbin was shocked when he saw the inscription: "Do you know my dream?"

Han Zhongli said: "In your dream just now, you experienced the ups and downs of life, saw all kinds of human feelings, and enjoyed all the glory and wealth, but fifty years is just a moment! What you have gained is not worth being happy about, and there is no need to be sad about what you have lost, isn't life like a dream?"

Hearing Han Zhongli say this, Lu Dongbin felt as if he suddenly understood everything, so he made up his mind to follow Han Zhongli to Heling, Zhongnan Mountain, to cultivate, and finally became an immortal.

In addition, there is also Zhuang Zhou who realized the Tao in his dream.

This is a legend about dreams. In a trance-like dream, Zhuangzi found himself transformed into a butterfly, dancing freely in the nature of heaven and earth. When Zhuangzi woke up from his dream, he didn't know if he had dreamed of a butterfly or if the butterfly had become himself in a dream.

Like a dream, people and butterflies are not distinguished, things and I are forgotten, and heaven and man are one.

For 2,300 years, this dream has been haunting the hearts of literati and scholars, who have realized the true nature of life and the free soul, who cannot forget the magnificence of the truth and goodness in all things in the universe, and look for their own butterfly in the vast world.

In early spring, Mt. Jungnam is a world of fog.

For thousands of years, the Taoists of Louguan have been looking for opportunities to communicate with all things in heaven and earth in this looming mountain mist. In their eyes, the universe is the externalization of the human body, which is related to people because it is in the same body with people, and becomes a poetic and aesthetic existence because of its closeness to people. This direction of enlightenment comes from Lao Tzu, who lived in seclusion here 2,500 years ago.

"Teacher, I heard you say that there are four great things in heaven and earth: Dao Da, Tian Da, Earth Da, and Da Da, are they like these four big trees standing side by side? ”

"I saw crops growing in the soil, so I sowed the seeds into it. The soil needs sunshine and rain from heaven to produce fruit. Isn't this what nature has taught us? Therefore, man imitates the earth, the earth imitates the heavens, and the heavens imitate nature. ”

In Lao Tzu's thoughts, he believes that nature is the unchanging law between heaven and earth, the law of the interconnectedness of all things, and the pursuit of the perfect integration of man and nature is the highest state of Taoism, and in the process of finding how to unite heaven and man, Taoist aesthetics was born.

"Teacher, nature is the foundation of all things, and the Tao is born of nature, and should people follow this unchanging law?"

"Exactly. Man is born of heaven and earth, and all man has to do is to conform to the Tao and constantly return the true nature of life to the Tao, and the road of heaven is the cycle of existence and non-existence, hovering and alternating between yes and no. ”

Lao Tzu in the Zhongnan Louguan did not tell the world about the beauty directly, because he was more obsessed with the void avenue between heaven and earth. And three hundred years after Lao Tzu's death, a leisure

The uninhibited middle-aged man presents the great beauty of Lao Tzu's Tao to the general public, this person is the Zhuang Zhou who dreams of butterflies and dreams, and everyone in the world calls him Zhuangzi.

The geometry of life has been free since ancient times.

Idle clouds and wild cranes, if how lightly floating.

Some people have longed for that carefree life since childhood, yearning for the carefree of hermits, the carelessness of chivalrous, the ruthlessness of swordsmen, the uninhibited swordsman, and the gods and men are generally unrestrained and free. The years drifted gently and leisurely, leaving countless extraordinary inkblots of life. The turbulent blue waves of the East China Sea, the unreachable whip of the Western Regions, the red fruits of the southern Xinjiang, and the cattle and sheep returned to the north. Taste the immortal tea, look at the holy pavilion, fly into the sky, look at the vast smoke waves, see the falling geese and flat sand; visit the ancient temple, worship the thousand mountains, go down to the landless, enjoy the sunset of the long river, watch the sunrise of the sea of clouds.

The wind and smoke rise, the soldiers are both, thousands of miles of rivers, thousands of mountains and moons are cold, and the ethereal river is cold. Over the good day, beautiful scenery, appreciation, joy, the years quietly whispered, the wind passed silently, the snow fell like no trace, like the autumn moon on the flat lake, the wind and waves are quiet, extraordinary floating shadows, fleeting, rare silence.

The afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled on the window lintel, the bamboo curtain is constantly nostalgic, the branches and leaves can't be locked and cold, the wind blows the leaves, a burst of earthly hustle and bustle, the afterglow does not go, the sunset hangs on the window, and I am reluctant to be reluctant to do so.

In the past, the Yiren whispered, like the sound of ten thousand points of autumn waves, whispering in the ears, endless sorrow and farewell, eye waves, teeth slightly whining, now I used to be, willows are still around. Now the beginning of the world, the heart is like a flat lake, the ripples are slightly rippling, don't be a taste in the heart. The tide of the East China Sea has been born and the East Flow.

Looking back again, the weeping green silk, the weak crown of the young Yu, the memory of childhood is looming like a gossamer, the illusion of the paradise, the splendor of the flying flowers outside the window, the towering laurel locust in the woods and the crows frolicking among the branches. The clear water flows eastward, the sunset falls in the west, the stars wear the moon, the lotus hoe returns late, the wind blows the uncoiled hair, and the moon shadow flies. The autumn breeze is rising, the maple leaves are drifting, and the past is peeling off one by one.

Love flies by, childhood sweethearts have faded with the passage of time, and the demeanor of Yiren has disappeared in the mind. In an instant, the red face is easy to get old, thousands of miles of red beans, with foam, don't wait for you to return, look at the end of the world, the end of the world, has come to an end.

Hate or hate, the years are like songs and dreams. It's hard to remember the vows made in your ear in the old days, with your gentle gaze and crimson cheeks. The moon is like a wolf's tooth, haggard and lonely, a thousand cups are not drunk, and tears are underflowing. Promises that have been weathered by the years, such as giving up, drinking alone under the moon, long hair flying crazy, and reluctantly giving up promises.

The wheel of fate is reversed from time to time, in the drifting predicament, pointing to the treacherous mountains and rivers, the end of the road, laughing at the sky and humor, flying flowers with the fog lock, the wind blowing the leaves, confused and fate swimming, and the idea and attitude can't help me.

Top Gun, Yixing Feisi, the dreams of teenagers are haunting, and the swordsman is uninhibited and debauched. The sword is in the rivers and lakes, there is nothing to fall, the flowing water is ruthless, the long sword is thin and the horse is thin, the dead tree jackdaw, the silver light is dark, the red liquid is flying, the thousand catties are difficult to buy the ruthless blade, and the turbid wine is partial to the swordsman's heart. Wandering the world's ambition is a few points of remuneration.

Confidant, life in the world, but share worries, the world walks in vain, the four seas and five lakes, looking for the bell period Yu Ya seems to be an undoubted confidant. Looking for a deep friendship like Xiu Jikang. If the taste of parting with the life and death of the Iraqi people is the breaking of the liver and intestines, then the painful loss of a confidant between close friends is a thousand arrows piercing the heart. Ten years of wandering, confidants are rare, inside and outside the city, in the wilderness, a few people have stayed.

Looking back again, I can't bear the past, that is, Mo Dukang, how can I solve my worries? Three points of madness, three points of madness, three points of drunkenness, and one point of leisure, but I heard the ears and eyes of the Yi people, the whispering of my parents, and the carefree laughter of my childhood, all of which were passed down in drunken dreams.

Laughing and talking poorly, Gu Tao is slightly intoxicated, fluttering, and crazy. Unbeatable. The water of the Wujiang River did not pass the body of King Xiang, and Liu Ji won and defeated the invincible overlord of the ages. , the overlord fell down with a smile, Yu Ji died, Wu Qi left, Yafu also left, the overlord laughed very happily, and the overlord lost very happily alone. I don't know how to cherish the world, what is the world, and the world is empty.

The knife is blunt and lacking, the night is long, the golden leather iron horse, the soul is not long, he has served the country wholeheartedly, fought against the gold thief, Qingshan is fortunate to bury the loyal bones, the gold medal is twelve, the Taoist Ming withdraws the troops, the grace is full of righteousness, and the world belongs. White iron innocently casts ministers, traitors are in charge, grace is broken, righteousness is broken, Xiaomeng is remnant, and the dream of the king of Hubei is broken.

After many years of wind and waves, I want to wear it, and the rolling red dust is like a big river going east, and the world is like a wild goose flying south. The hustle and bustle of the world breaks the mirror-like mind, the clouds disappear and the rain disappears, and the color is clear. Monks and Confucian nuns, participating in Zen and enlightenment, meditating and practicing, forgetting the top of the world, I didn't see through the rolling dust waves. The words are ridiculed and inked, thousands of customs, all kinds of situations in the world, joys, sorrows, grievances, sorrows, and sorrows, and heroes are insurmountable. Fengxian's halberd, Zhong Ying's head, the original smile, Meng De's heart, Xuande's relief, and the world's Qi Huan, frighten people's sorrows.

At the end of the song, people are scattered, the flowers are bright, the beard is long, the wind is automatic, the new song is sad, and the mood is happy. Morning dew and epiphany, close to the end of the world, three thousand weak water and a scoop of drink, time passes, a hundred years of elegance is like a dream, a thousand autumns Beidou, the wind makes shadows, the stars move and turn, who is with them?

Bamboo residual taste, life is tasteless, boring, old and heartless, male and domineering. There is no love of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, no friendship of mountains and rivers in the Boyazi period, no will of Sun Jing and Su Qin, no physique of Li Sangongzi, no appearance of Pan An, and no talent of Jiang Yan. Compete with the sun, the sun and water pour like water. It is incomparable, praising his father day by day, Jingwei reclamation, and losing weight in vain.

The ambition of a young man is always higher than the sky, he is ambitious and proud, and he is not afraid of storms. Chunhua and autumn are not old, the years have been written off, only the sound of the piano is ethereal, life is long, difficult and unpredictable, the success or failure of heroes, how can they break the way, vanity is like floating clouds, it has dissipated in a blink of an eye, and the grievances and grievances are all paid and laughed.