The lonely cloud comes out of Xiu, and there is nothing to do; The mirror hangs in the air, and the restlessness is irrelevant. Translation: The lonely cloud floats out of the valley, it is going, it is where it stays, it has nothing to do with other things. The moon hangs high in the night sky, and it has nothing to do with whether the world is quiet or noisy. The clouds are uncertain, free, and come and go without being implicated by external objects; is as clear as the moon, and has only been himself for thousands of years, and the joys and sorrows of the world have nothing to do with it. Therefore, instead of paying too much attention to others and caring about the eyes of others, it is better to take good care of yourself, live your life in a quiet place, and live a brilliant time. As you grow older, you will find that the world is your own after all, and it has nothing to do with others! 
A once-in-a-lifetime encounter, not as good as a good book and a good friend; A lifetime of happiness, only in the bowl of tea stove smoke. Translation: There is nothing more than a once-in-a-lifetime chance of making good friends and reading good books. The greatest leisure in a person's life is only in a bowl of tea and a stove of light smoke. Lu Xun said, "It is enough to have a confidant in life, and the world should treat it with the same heart!" "Thousands of dollars are easy to get, confidants are hard to find, and it is really a great luck in life to get a friend who knows and cherishes each other in the vast sea of people. And good books, it makes us rich in heart, rich in spirit, in the book across the ancient and modern China and foreign countries, in the world and eight wilderness, the more books we read, the stronger our hearts are. When we go through the magnificent waves of life, we will finally understand that the best life is nothing but the wisps of light smoke rising when burning incense in the countryside, and a light tea in our hands. This is the most beautiful scenery in life, which comes from the calm and peace of the heart. 
Competing for long and short in the light of stone fire, geometric time? The snail horn is more female and male, and the world is big? Translation: In the short life of lightning, who wins and who loses, how much time can last? In a small space like a snail's tentacles, how big of a world can you fight for? Stone fire: A metaphor for fleeting things. Volume 20 of Shi Daoyuan's "Jingde Chuan Lantern Record": "The monk asked: 'How is the general idea of the Dharma?' ’…The teacher said: "Stone, fire, lightning, and light are already a dust calamity. "Snails: from Zhuangzi. Zeyang": "Those who have a country in the left corner of the snail are said to touch the clan; There is a country in the right corner of the snail, called the barbarian. The time and the battle for the land, tens of thousands of corpses. Later, it was extended to the barbarian competition, the snail horn is famous, and it is really not worth it to fight for the head of some petty profits. Su Shi also has a poem in "Man Tingfang": "The snail horn is famous, the fly's head is small, and he is very busy." "What is there to be busy with it, it is better to take a step back and open the sky. 
Flowers bloom and Xie Chun doesn't care, and he doesn't care about things and speaks to people; The warm water cold fish knows itself, and it will be rewarded in the heart. Translation: Flowers are blooming, thanks, spring will not care, and do not go around telling people about things that do not go well. Whether the water is cold or warm, the fish themselves know, and when they encounter a pleasing place, they can also enjoy it alone. Reading these few sentences, I inexplicably thought of the Song Dynasty poet Fang Yue's "Listening to the Rain":Bamboo Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in dreams.
The door is lonely and the mountain is opposite, and the idle birds do not guess.
The guest should be tired of wine, but the flowers are open for poetry.
It's especially good to don't lower the curtain, I'm afraid that the clouds will come. In this way, in his own world, he lives a life of self-knowledge. I lay down in Zhuzhai and slept listening to the rain, and I seemed to see the moss growing inch by inch in the rain, with infinite vitality. I have nothing to do here, the gate is opposite the green hills, and even the birds will not be suspicious. Visitors may dislike having too little wine to enjoy themselves, but I think there are flowers that can add to the poetry. Don't put the curtain down, don't miss the clouds after the rain. There is a saying that life is a lonely journey, and everyone else is a visitor. If you can't find someone who really understands you, then what's the matter if you don't talk about it, the happiness won't be doubled by sharing, and the pain won't be halved by talking. 
The chic of the wind and flowers, the emptiness of the snow and the moon,
Only the quiet is the master;
The glory and withering of water and wood, the growth and decline of bamboo and stone
The lone is in charge.
Translation: The free and easy swaying of flowers with the breeze, the quiet emptiness of the snow and the moon, can only be felt by those who have a peaceful heart. The withering and prosperity of trees, the growth and fading of bamboo and stone, only people who are leisurely can grasp its laws. The true interest in nature, the beauty of the wind, flowers, snow and moon, the elegance of bamboo, stone, water and wood, can only be obtained in leisure and quiet. It is a common disease of the world, and people are busy in order to fill the desires of all aspects. The mind is filled with all kinds of noise in the earthly world, and the rest of the soul is neglected, and man is a child of nature, and to return to nature is to return to self and innocence. Extraordinary give the soul a vacation, in front of a pond lotus pond, in a bamboo forest, in the world of a flower, meet a calm tranquility. Feel the charm of "Qingquan Stone Upstream", experience the artistic conception of "Birdsong Mountain is more secluded", let the dirt of the soul flow with the stream, and let the sunshine bathe your body and mind, clear and transparent. **On the Internet, if there is any infringement, please contact me! -end-
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