Wen Zhenxi
Born a layman, he knows the world but is not worldly, and he has been sleek and makes up for his innocence.
Maybe this is a life, a time, a dawn.
In ordinary life, maybe this world will occasionally be cold, but we still have to forge ahead.
All beings are me, all beings are not me, I come from the vast people, and I go from the vast sea of people.
In this world, the world has been hot and cold, drunk with the stars, drunk with the years, and drunk with the will of heaven in the world.
The passerby of life begins at this moment. You don't have to go past to meet, and you don't have to be sad when you miss us.
Born a layman, when the mind is calm, this world can calm the uneasy in the heart; I have respected the years, the world, and the former you.
Peace of mind is a kind of plainness, a kind of practice, leaving a lifetime of beauty, leaving a lifetime of grievances and grievances.
The people you see, the people you think, the people you meet, the people you think.
Why is it silent. For the rest of his life, be a gentle person, in the complicated world, neither humble nor arrogant, with a happy heart, the future will be long.
With the sun in the world, go to see the morning and twilight in the world, to protect the old people in the years, and to precipitate the glitz in life.
The oath I made in this life is a passing year, and the length and length are all passers-by.
Being born a layman is a fate of life, all unexpected encounters, all joys and sorrows, are all a game of life.
I'm a layman, I want too many things, I miss too many things. Match or not, it is the arrangement of fate.
For the rest of his life, be a confident person, in a trivial life, three meals and four seasons, firewood, rice, oil and salt, and a few taels of broken silver.
Bathe in a warm sun, watch the passers-by in the world, hold a lonely boat, hold a flower bloom, play a song of lovesickness, and miss a beautiful woman.
In the ordinary world, with a calm heart, meet the passers-by in the world, know the world but do not know the world.
In a quiet life, do not hurry, and face the dawn strongly.
The sleek world, the naïve self, may not be guilty of it, but this world, a few more worldly eyes.
Born as a layman, perhaps we are always in the ordinary world, facing alone, loving and being loved are all a kind of fate.
-end-