In our lives, we always have to meet many people and experience too many separations. Every parting makes people sad.
Some people may be able to let go quickly, while others will spend a lifetime forgetting.
Therefore, every encounter is a spiritual practice.
The ancients liked to integrate their sorrows and farewells into their poems, and in those words, they expressed their emotions to the fullest. Reading it can be emotional, or it can make people sigh.
"Poppy Listening to the Rain".
Song Jiang Jie
The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim.
Listening to the rain in the middle of the boat
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain, the monk's temples have stars.
Joys and sorrows are always ruthless
A term of step forward, drip to dawn.
Listening to the rain when I was young, listening to the rain when I was in my prime, and listening to the rain when I was old, I also listened to the rain, but I had very different feelings due to different times, different regions, and different environments.
When he was young, he was high-spirited and indulged in singing and drinking; In middle age, he was frustrated and depressed, suffering from gains and losses; In the twilight of life, he has seen it, what should be put down has been put down, and what should be seen clearly has been seen.
Life is unsatisfactory and unsatisfactory, and the joys and sorrows have their own providence. Many things are beyond human control, so it's better to let it be!
"Four Zen Poems: Part II".
Ming Cangxue
Panasonic no one is left in a game, and the empty mountain pine nuts fall on the chessboard.
Immortals are even more immortals, after all, you can't win or lose.
Life is like a chess game. We can't always control the wins and losses.
When you are confused, most of them are in the game, and when you are enlightened, you are already outside.
If you look at everything in the world with a peaceful mind, the world will be simple and clear.
With a complex mentality, looking at the red dust, you are fascinated by the world.
It's better to let everything go with the flow. Do your best to obey the destiny of heaven, work hard, do your best, and just do your best.
"Huanxi Sand".
Song Wang Anshi
The hundred-acre atrium is half moss, and the white road water lingers in front of the door.
How many people can come?
The cloister of the small courtyard is lonely in spring. Two or three apricots in the mountain peach stream,
For whom the fragments are open for whom.
There is no feast in the world, and if there is a gathering, there will be a parting. No matter how warm the tea is, it will be cold, but it doesn't hurt, just brew a new cup without feeling sad. Those who can't forget, slowly forget.
"Magnolia Pond Water Green Wind Slightly Warm".
Song Yanshu
The pond water is green and the wind is slightly warm, and I remember the first time Yu Zhen met.
The heavy song rhymes and rhymes, and the waist is red and swirling.
The jade hook is on the side of the incense steps, and I don't know the day and night when I am drunk.
At that time, I admired the flowers, and now there is no half of the inspection.
The most uncomfortable thing is the sorrow that just frowned but was in my heart, which was, "In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face were red." The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”
At that time, I admired the flowers, and now there is no half of the inspection", and the people who want to leave can't stay.
All the pain and beauty will eventually fade away with the years. The clouds gather and disperse, and the tide rises and falls.
Looking back, the past has gone with the wind, and there is no trace. Only a faint sadness remains.
"Huanxi Sha, a New Song and a Cup of Wine".
Song Yanshu
A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion.
When does the sun set?
Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned.
The small garden incense path wanders alone.
In the twilight of autumn, the withering of flowers makes people helpless, and the return of the swallows gives some comfort to the depressed heart.
All the good will eventually fade, but when it disappears, there will be new goodness.
Life is a process of constant gains and losses.
If you lose the east, you will reap the mulberry elm, and if you lose it, you will gain it.
Don't think too much, you always have to go, and what should come will always come.
"Little Heavy Mountain, Last Night's Cold Can't Stop Singing".
Song Yue Fei
I can't stop crying at night.
Shocked by the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three changes.
Get up and walk around the stairs alone.
People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.
The white head is famous.
The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, blocking the return journey.
I want to put my heart into Yaoqin.
There are few bosom friends, who listens to broken strings?
Yue Fei devoted his life to the cause of resisting Jin, while Song Gaozong and Qin Hui advocated peace and tried to negotiate with Jin in exchange for so-called tranquility. And the ambition of the wolf son of the Jin country, how can negotiations convince it.
Yue Fei was so depressed that he couldn't sleep. There is nowhere to tell, no one to tell, and can only be poured out through the sound of the piano.
"Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi".
Song Xin gave up the disease
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.
The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.
Moth snow willow ** wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance.
The crowd is looking for him.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
The happiest thing in life is that after a hard search, one turns around and finds that the one you love and want the most is always by your side.
To a large extent, people's troubles come from thinking too much.
Instead, let him go.
Maybe a turn of distance can meet the beauty you want.
Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.
Go your own way, cross your own bridge, see your own scenery, love the people you should love, and others, as you like, as you like, as you like.