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Twenty-one of 100 Zen poems.
The wind is blowing suddenly, who is in charge of the old spring and the deep autumn?
The maple leaves do not know the frost and dew, and the colors are only in the depths of Zen.
When the wind rises, it rolls up the white clouds on the horizon, like the splashed ink of the ancients, and like the fairy with light dancing sleeves. The wind, this invisible painter, swayed at will, and there are thousands of scenes in this world.
Spring is old, autumn is deep, who is whispering in the years, "When is the spring flower and autumn moon"? Is it the amorous poet, or the lonely traveler? In this spring and autumn period, who can understand the deep meaning of life and become the master of destiny?
The autumn maple leaves, which seem to be infected by frost and dew, are even more colorful and picturesque. The red, yellow, orange and green are intertwined, like the colors on Van Gogh's canvas, warm and deep. Maple leaves do not know the cold of frost and dew, just as people do not know the changes of the world. But the colorful colors are hidden deep in the depths of Zen, waiting for the discovery of those who are destined to do so.
Frost and dew fall, autumn is deeper. And the maple leaves are swaying in the wind, as if telling one ancient story after another. There is Zen in that story, there is spring and autumn, and there are turbulent changes. Every detail seems to tell us: although life is short, there are colorful times; Although there are wind and frost, they always change in time and space.
When the wind rises, the clouds are still flying. And you and I, in this spring and autumn, find your own color, become the master of your own life, just between the wind and clouds, feel the color of life, and understand the meaning of Zen in time and space.