In the tenderness of autumn, I immersed myself in the world of osmanthus fragrance. The fragrance, like the poetry of autumn, is intoxicating, and it is the most poetic gift that autumn gives us.
The scattered osmanthus rain, like fragrant and fragrant poems, gently sprinkled, brought endless poetry to the world. Those osmanthus hidden in the green leaves, although the fragrance is overflowing, but humble and low-key, not public, not ostentatious, they are like the gentleman of Huaide, quietly exudes a noble and elegant fragrance, we need to taste carefully, slowly realize. The refined and elegant temperament seems to be able to nourish people's hearts and immerse people in the graceful and profound osmanthus feelings.
One leaf, one Bodhi, one flower, one world. In the world of osmanthus fragrance, there is a sense of Zen. In this fluttering osmanthus rain, with the devotion of pilgrimage, I feel what is detachment, what is noble, what is indifference, what is serenity, and what is the power of warmth.
Standing under the osmanthus tree, letting the osmanthus rain fall on me, it seems that I can feel the temperature and power of autumn. It is a quiet force, a serene power that nourishes our hearts and makes our lives better.
I think this is life, full of poetry and Zen, allowing people to find beauty in the ordinary and strength in the quiet.
From: Selected Essays, Issue 1, 2024.