The spring rain is like a fine note, dripping gently, with a bit of quiet coolness, as if whispering the admiration of "spring rain is as expensive as oil". The sunlight is like the poet's brushstrokes, sprinkling a piece of gold, the shadow of the orchid dancing on the red wall, and the white branches are graceful in the sunlight.
Even a fleeting moment can make everything in the world fall in love with it, and be intoxicated by the brilliant light and shadow. Like the moonlight gently shining on the tranquil surface of a lake, it shimmers with a breathtaking brilliance, and everything is captivated by it, and its charm cannot be resisted. The brilliance of this moment is like a bright star in life, which makes the living beings in the world fall for it.
In the bustling crowd, people hold incense candles and yellow paper, and pray sincerely in the flickering firelight. Their postures and countenances were so solemn that they seemed to have fallen into bottomless contemplation. What is it that drives them to be so determined?
Perhaps, the prayers of their hearts are like pearls in the deep sea. They long for the health of their loved ones, for fame and fortune, for the company of their loved ones, and for a safe and smooth life. These wishes, like bright stars, guide their path.
They lit the torch of hope with the flame of their hearts and paved the way forward with persistent faith. On this road, they are not afraid of hardships and dangers, and move forward bravely, just to realize those good wishes.
I slowly withdrew my gaze from the distance and refocused on the flowery scene that unfolded like a scroll. The red walls and blue tiles look even more simple and elegant under the reflection of the sun, as if time has stood still at this moment, leaving only an eternal picture. The breeze blows, the petals flutter like dancers, and the light and shadow are intertwined, like a flowing poem.
Although the smell of incense and candles in this red dust is strong, as if to cover the fresh fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of life has never been concealed. Like a hymn to life, this floral fragrance fills the air and awakens sleeping memories. How can this fragrant vitality, like a ray of sunshine in the morning light, be hidden by the dust of the world?
The clouds float lightly in the air like a thick quilt, like a mysterious picture hanging in the sky, inviting endless reverie. However, life is like a heavy burden, even the Monkey King with great powers, it is difficult to carry the physical mortal Sanzang to ride the clouds.
In this complex world, we are like lost lambs, wandering in the labyrinth of prosperity. Those regrets that can't be asked for are like intricate spider webs, ruthlessly tightening our hearts. Life and death, like a never-ending cycle, are constantly playing out in our hearts.
It's sad and lamentable, isn't my heart full of nostalgia and reluctance? I can't let go of the blossoming trees, the faint morning light, the vibrant greenery, and the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers. Perhaps, I am destined to lose my way in this complicated world.
May I be able to pick the fruits of wisdom and comprehend the Zen in this long journey of life, even if all beings in the world are lost in the hustle and bustle of the world, I will still maintain a pure and clear heart.
In the joys and sorrows of the grass and trees, I found solace for the rest of my life. In this vibrant universe, you and I walk side by side, making life as brilliant as fireworks, and composing a glorious chapter that belongs to us.