In this noisy world, we must keep a quiet heart, not be deceived by vanity and glory, and be able to perceive the warmth and coldness of life. The hustle and bustle of the world is like the moon on the surface of a lake, although it seems to be a full moon hanging high in the sky, but when we stretch out our hands to touch it, it will shatter into dazzling waves.
Stick to the Bodhi blossoms, look at everything indifferently, and don't rejoice or grieve because of the good or bad of external things. Keep the entanglement of right and wrong away from our ears and eyes, like dew drops in the morning light, no matter how noisy the world is, we can still maintain inner peace and sobriety. Just like the autumn water, not blinded by the clouds, insight into the essence of the world, and comprehend the true meaning of life.
In this complex world, we must learn to let go of tedious affairs, listen to our inner voice, and find inner peace. Don't be fooled by the hustle and bustle of the outside world, don't be fooled by vanity and glory, and be able to perceive the warmth and coldness of life.
The hustle and bustle of the world is like the moon on the surface of a lake, although it seems to be a full moon hanging high in the sky, but when we stretch out our hands to touch it, it will shatter into dazzling waves. Therefore, we need to keep a quiet heart and look at everything calmly.
The north wind blows, with a poignant sorrow, it blows away the memories of yesterday one by one, making us deeply appreciate the irretrievable flow of time. Gazing affectionately, pondering carefully, holding a red bean in your hand, do you understand the helplessness and incomprehension behind this affectionate fate?
This red bean, like the memory in our hearts, is so bright red, but so heart-wrenching. It carries our past and records our stories, but it is like a memory blown away by an autumn wind, which makes us irretrievable.
Time flies and leaves no trace. It flows mercilessly around us, taking away the memories of yesterday and leaving behind the loneliness of today. The happiness and pain we once had, the affection and affection we once had, were blown away by this autumn wind, and only the red beans in our hands remained.
This red bean, like our hearts, is full of affection and affection. It bears witness to our past and also foreshadows our future.
In this early winter season, the fallen leaves are fluttering one after another, like passers-by in the world, quietly leaving. However, the fruit was abundant, hanging from the branches, like a silent painter, gently painting a picture of early winter. Those abundant fruits, like the messengers of winter, convey the joy of the harvest to people.
In the coming year, the red flowers in the garden are still in full bloom and the green trees are still shady. The years seem to stand still in this moment, and everything is as it first seen. However, the years are always merciless, and it does not stop for anyone. Inadvertently, the cold wind blew, taking away the fruits of the branches and the warmth of the autumn day.
In this cold season, the earth begins to sleep. However, in that cold earth, the seeds of life have quietly sprouted. They are waiting for the arrival of spring, waiting for the revival of life. It was a new beginning, a hopeful beginning.
Loneliness stains the earth with a bleak paleness. In this cold winter, everything withers, and snowflakes fall leisurely like poetry, decorating the endless loneliness. bowed his head and was speechless, and the loneliness after parting was scattered all over the ground like broken lenses, mottled to reflect the sorrow in his heart.
The rain alley when I first saw it was still the same, but the human face was unknown, leaving only deep thoughts and waiting.
The years are in a hurry, like flowing water, and there is no room for us to stay for a moment. In these long years, we always inadvertently forget each other's fate, just like when spring passes, flowers will wither one after another, and the time to cherish each other is gone.
The years may hide the deep meaning of Zen, just like the wine to be brewed, which we need to taste and understand slowly. Time passes like flowing water, and I am in Yishui Zhimei, waiting for the next encounter. In this world full of red dust, I look forward to the next reincarnation and silently guard this happiness. 100 help plan