On a gloomy morning, read Bai Luomei, read the Zen in her words, and read a quiet soul. It was wet outside, as if water was about to be wrung out. There was no wind, only a dull breath mixed with the weakness of exhaustion. The heavy rain for many days washed the dusty city again and again, and the wet air was still touched by his hands. Can not help but sigh, in the world of time alone silent, with a pen staged a reunion of the soul and text.
Perhaps, at this moment, I should shelve all the thoughts, let the soul placed in a person's day, pick a Qinghuan tea, find a Zen, well. Many times, in the hubbub of the eyes trying to find a reason to calm down the heart, so each time away from each other, avoid, turn a blind eye, I am indifferent to the wind travel, let the world prosperous only stay in the heart of Qingning.
She said that all the encounters in the world are reunion for a long time, reunion and in the deepest red dust. However, when I suddenly one day lift pen want to really write down the deepest reunion, there are feelings, there are Qingxi, there are too many moods lingering in my heart. Perhaps, the reunion under the pen tip always has a dust-free and smokeless atmosphere, while the reunion of two real people is closely linked to this world and life. I can't remember how many times I wrote a reunion more beautiful than Jiangnan in April and warmer than the warmth of the world. Yes, encounter a fate, and fate entangled in a period of love to death is not the deepest love of a reunion.
Red dust in you and I, meet, acquaintance, if one day must be doomed to a ferry separation, then I think it must be Naihe Bridge. See the other shore flowers bloom, enchanting like fire, legend: "the other shore flowers, open a thousand years, fall a thousand years, flowers and leaves never meet." Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death." But no matter what kind of sad and beautiful legend this is, I believe it is a story that has been handed down for thousands of years, and it has nothing to do with love in reality. What I want is, even if it is separated on a certain day, the bridge will certainly wait, waiting for the arrival of loved ones. "Before I drink Meng Po soup, let me take another look at you and see your face clearly. Let me find you in my next life."
Unconsciously knock these words, the heart began to calm down slowly, quiet without wind and waves. I remember writing in an article: "Zen tea, comfort life." Fireworks, the world, in this rush of time, no one can pass the flow; yes, none of us can escape the entanglement of the world, between love and love In a period of alone time, drink a cup of tea, half Qinghuan, half warm, let the heart Qingning stable will live up to this prime time. In the past, gone, floating dream, a curtain dream wake up, flowers bloom season to see things Fangfei flowers bloom, coinciding with a fate staged.
"A cut of idle clouds, a stream of moon, a journey of mountains and rivers for a year. A lifetime is fleeting, a bodhi tree is a haze." How beautiful the sentence, have how pure spirit heart can write so with a little Zen words, her pen has spiritual reunion, there are Buddhist sounds, there are ancient temple path purification, all let me in her words confused, yearning.
Another rain has just passed, the dark sky has not yet recovered God, May, the sentimental rainy season, rose blossoms and petals fall in the wind and rain, countless falling poetry. There is a moment, looking at the scene in front of not sad not pity, just quietly staring at the collection of life quietly every encounter beautiful. Flowers bloom and fall, the four seasons reincarnation, there is no eternal emotion, only let oneself have a constant state of mind, so want to retain will be long-term and permanent.
Silently appreciate this series of rhymes, as if the whole world is spent in static, when I carefully look at it a glance, gently have a touch of warmth between the heart, how long, relying on the text will be placed in the soul, in a journey of life journey how much hardship and fatigue in a row into a beautiful scenery. The silence outside the window was still gloomy. No one knew if there was another heavy rain coming at this moment. Seeing the branches and leaves shaking all over the trees, countless drops of water fell from them. It was the remnants of the past that fell on the windowsill and accumulated circles of water. If, at this time, did not think of you in the distance, did not write this article of the deepest reunion, then whether I am still a wanderer in the mortal world? Let me have the same attitude as the wind floating into a wisp of wandering soul.
Pick flowers a touch of smile, stay deep affection, reunion, and you in the deepest red dust. When I read timely, although the corner of my eye has a warm slide, but I will also raise my head and raise the style of my eyebrows, silence. Waiting, for the first time in my life exhausted the strength of my whole heart to exchange, only to be able to stay with love in such a cold world. Thin cool, also had to refuse to low eyebrow, but met, love, willing to spend a lifetime to support love.
The deepest secular reunion, fate of this life destined for the next life of love, afterlife please do not forget to find me.
Text: Suyan Silence
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