Always like to find happiness in the text, especially the kind of elegant, gentle prose, tranquil and subtle, put their feelings into a beautiful world, pleasing to the heart and nourishing nature.
When I first came into contact with the text, I went to read the short essays of the space. they slowly closed the moon with sorrow in the long night, and there were many dreams in the world of mortals, laughing tonight with sadness, thousands of tears and clear sorrow rendered the words beautiful. Later, I found that these beautiful words piled up, in addition to showing her beauty, there seems to be nothing to remember, no meaning, no emotional cohesion, let alone aftertaste vitality. Blindly use a variety of beautiful words to express its sorrow, if it seems to wear a gorgeous coat, let people see pleasing to the eye, but because there is no soul, to make people fall in love because of being moved.
Like to read those articles that can hit the heart and flow slowly like a clear spring, the blooming of a flower, the melodious of a wisp of wind, are all so heartchord and fragrant.
Like to accompany the words shallow time, relatives or good friends, lovers, once walked through the scenery, bathed in the fragrance of flowers, may become the smoke of the past, will walk with time, no trace, and the pen gently farming, already put this feeling on the paper, in a free time, lying on the other side of time, flipping through the past, may have been calm at this time But leave this touch of purples warm years.
Like the words of Bai Luomei: true peace is not to stay away from the hustle and bustle, but to build hedges and plant chrysanthemums in your heart. In the words, all the noise abandoned, the troubles in the world of mortals, all the impetuous, insignificant washed by the words, time gradually getting old, life began to fall in love with Enron, practice in the words, Qinghuan in the words, keep an indifferent in the heart, a Zen meaning in the bosom, sing quietly, quietly go fleeting time. The heart side sings this poem again:
As idle as a cloud
The sky is no longer so lonely.
A hurried life
Who has raised his eyes?
Gently use the end of the pen
Remember your smiling faces.
Even if the past becomes far away
And the fragrance of words
It always moistens my heart.
With tranquil words
Connect joys and sorrows
Interpreting the home of one's own soul
I don't want to because of my emotions.
Affecting every happy day.
I only want to use my smile
Writing that the sky is high and cloudy.
To be relieved in Zen.
As soft as a cloud
But will not be blown away by the wind.
Kindness gives me strength.
Seek that indifference in spiritual practice
No desire.
But had spring.
No pursuit.
And got Charlene.
A light glance
Light the maple leaves
Curl down
On thousands of miles of land
Found the plum field.
Inadvertently look up and see
Inadvertently spread tenderness
Shui Jingyun Tian
Author: Xingyun Liushui Fu
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