Honey, can you spare me the pain?

Silent night, crawling in the city of words, lust for that touch of Qinghuan. Think that this can be far away from the earthly fireworks, farther away.

In the end, he is a layman, and in any case, he can not escape the confusion of love words. Envy those eminent monks who have a clear sense of nature and have a calm heart. Even in the noisy world of mortals, I still have an indifferent heart. What kind of spiritual practice is that to be so handsome, free and easy, free and free from dust?

Sometimes, the reality is cruel, cruel to a fallen leaf in autumn, it can make people overwhelmed. So Li Yu wrote down the lonely sycamore deep courtyard lock Qingqiu, cut constantly, the management is also messy. Hot in the heart, cold outside the heart, like a dream shining into the reality, on the one hand is the fiery enthusiasm, on the other hand is the unique thousand-year-old ice.

Has always envied the five ancestors law performance, do not say that there is no good in the city, a dust and a brake on the first floor. In his view, this numerous and chaotic world of mortals is a very good ashram. As long as with a simple and indifferent nature of mind, then the winding path is Zen, noisy and messy is also Zen. If a spiritual person tastes a cup of tea, he can also understand the theory of Zen. In their view, the flowers in March and the withering in October are all due to the profundity of the Dharma.

And I am always too temperamental to enter Buddhism. Sometimes a small piece of affectionate words is enough to make me cry for a long time. Lust is water, flowing through the body without leaving any trace, Annie baby's simple sentence, I read out the ethereal emotion, and then vaguely painful. Xue Xiao Zen wrote: alone, walking on the bridge of the West Lake, I don't want to take an umbrella. Because, umbrella and scattered homonym, not good. Such affectionate words can not help but make people breathless.

That day, I saw a small print written by Zhang ailing to Hu Lancheng: when I saw him, my heart became very low, low to the dust, and flowers bloomed in the dust. I thought she was a woman who pierced the earthly amorous feelings, writing the earthly fireworks love with unique serenity. And she, such a person facing the water according to the flowers, with a low attitude to the dust, deeply strangled my fragile mortal heart. I stayed up all night that night.

Always want to escape from the earthly fireworks, build an indifferent heart, stand in a corner of heaven and earth with the posture of a lotus. Dew as a neighbor, wind as a friend, elated, I am independent.

The woman who played Lin Daiyu to the extreme, Chen Xiaoxu, finally converted to Buddhism. She wrote, I am a willow catkin, I want to bring people the news of spring. Full of love between the lines of the woman, and what kind of thorough understanding, can put down all the concerns of the world, with a vegetarian heart, rushed to the Taoyuan beyond the landscape?

In Liaozhai, there is a little fox who is not deeply involved in the world, fell in love with a scholar, and when he was dying, he said, "I would like to use fireworks for you to be blurred for a lifetime." My heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the cold lake. In the end, it is a fox, she still does not understand the sinister people in this world, how rare the true feelings are. Foolishly, he promised three lives at once.

If so, if this life really can not escape the fate of dust. Then, as written in the Book of the Dead in Egypt, if you love me, can you spare me from suffering, displacement, and helplessness?

Late at night, the lonely frog sound and the night is still affectionately lingering, the lights have long been extinguished, I still do not sleep. Suddenly I remember the words describing love in the Bible. Love is like catching the wind. My heart can't help feeling sore, and the painful thoughts flow slowly along with the dark night.

Dear, if you are still here, I still love, can you spare me the pain and sorrow, the displacement and the helplessness of my branch?

My left hand is an unforgettable firefly, and my right hand is a ten-year long meditation (Yu Dan)

Wen / Anne is still