Walk in

Many friends asked me: are you out of touch? I was shocked when I first heard it, and then I heard it calmly. Maybe the superficial impression makes people confused. Wandering in the world of materialistic desire, cars and horses are noisy and neon. If you turn over books at night with a clear light, you ignore the flashy tranquility of the outside world, how can you not make people nearby confused? I love books, and I like Buddhism and Zen. I don’t delve into it or think about it. I just want to see the light that can make my heart suddenly enlightened in my occasional confusion. I copy Buddhist scriptures, but I am not superstitious. I just want to raise my mind in a tranquil atmosphere, hold a plain and clean mind, fade but impetuous to erase sadness, and let my heart indulge in the cloud and fog outside the world. As the preference gradually became a habit, I suddenly found that the characters in the pen seemed to have spirituality. The elf with different shapes were copying according to the way you expressed. I am not a calligrapher. I don’t need to talk about any genre and composition. I want to let the words interpret your inner feelings and thoughts. Whether you are happy or worried, you can be praised and criticized. Your writing is not a mere formality, truth is the simple self. The flowers were in a hurry, and the dream shadow came all the way. Who could read the verses in “sad Autumn” by Master Hongyi, with melodious ancient Kite Music of the same name circling around his ears, holding a cup of scented tea and leaning against the window to stand, enjoy a period of spring under the early sun in the morning. The flowery cherry blossoms of that tree are laughing at the Peach Blossoms on the ground which were shocked by the wind and rain last night. You can see that the pink which was quietly blended into the mud has a charming and charming face, but only the unexpected cold of late spring, before I had time to narrate an old love with the distant Wild Goose, I reluctantly left the colorful butterfly on the branch to go to the next life that melted into the mud. Thinking about the twenty articles, I was surprised that the talented scholars in the sea turned to be eminent monks in Yunshui. It was not detailed how many people and joys and sorrows they had experienced during this period. I only knew that the master had experienced from being curious to being a monk to promoting Buddhism, all kinds of coincidences are that I don’t know how to come or how to go. I asked unconsciously that it was a failure to understand clearly and to feel that I was capable and benevolent, so I woke up Han’s awakening in a dream. I am an ordinary person, who is actually a tiny dust falling down from the secular world by accident. I only know that I am safe in small happiness, cheer for the luxuriant fragrant incense, rejoice for the bright warm sun in the early morning, and share the fate with the nobody in the street, with the little life in the book, I am just a little girl who should cry when crying and laugh when laughing. As Mr. Feng Zikai said, there are three layers of life: material life, spiritual life and soul life. Most of us who are tired of life are fettered at the first level or are developing towards the second level, as for the soul life where Master Hongyi is located, it should be done with the aspiration and powerlessness. The state of being intentional but powerless, I think it is just the annotation of the will. It is impossible for all living beings to become monks to break their relationship. The society is progressing and human beings are developing, it is inevitable that people from all walks of life will work together to create a harmonious world. If you have a heart, you don’t have to force it. Becoming a monk is not necessarily the destination, let alone the end. The Buddha said that washing the heart and washing the dust only hopes that people can have a kind heart, which has the same meaning as the nature and goodness at the beginning of human life. Faith is just a pure way to wash the soul, and it is not directly related to superstition, the premise is that you have a pair of insight into good and evil eyes, and you should have a belief not only to seek Buddhism for your own desires. If there is a thought in the bottom of my heart, it’s OK not to harm others but not to hurt myself. Just make a dessert after dinner, which is optional and at best plays the role of moistening color. Struggling with the past, no matter frustrated or successful, sentimental or happy, it is finally a replica of frustration and pride. If you care too much, it will inevitably bring load to your heart. For example, in most people’s eyes, I seem to be so quiet that there is nothing to worry about, as if I am a God who can solve all kinds of difficulties, and I shouldn’t have worries to fill my heart. I often solve problems for my friends. His choices in your life and your little sufferings are all worries that I am used to hearing. I act as a bosom sister unintentionally. I chatted with my classmates that day. A friend joked that I wanted to become a monk. I answered casually that I also wanted to become a monk all the time. It was just a hard time! The Speaker had no intention, but the listener had a heart. Later, a friend talked with me privately, saying that one of my photos seemed to show fear. I said that all the public photos were laughing, he said your smile was reluctant! At that time, recalling the past, recalling the old things, all the deep memories forgetful past came one after another, as if the Demons following one by one were dried under the sunshine. The years that can’t be avoided, the scars that can’t be sealed, the decades of time are old, and those marks in the dark can’t be separated from the left and right, even if you say you can’t remember, even if you want to try to forget, always come back in countless sleepless nights, and reproduce the original images in successive dreams. Self-esteem is nothing. When the fragile young soul is invaded by it, words that you think are unimportant will follow you like a bull’s head and a horse’s face. You work hard to find a peaceful corner, you try hard to face the troubles of the world with a smile every day. It still stands out to tell you that I am still there when you think you are strong enough. When I was young, I was worried and happy, and my youth was also absurd. You didn’t come in the past, but I didn’t go in the future. Who knows your cowardice and who explains your confusion? After all, I am still a child who cries when I feel pain, tasting the warmth and warmth of human feelings in the corner of time. My friend said: my selfishness is to let go of the past! Then, from now on, I will also be a selfish person. After crying bitterly, I will completely put down the past that I have been chasing. Thank you for helping me unload the heavy stones in my heart. It is time to let myself live easily. Life is too short, and how many happy days do you have? Look up, you see, that elegant cloud still stands leisurely in the pure sky, and the Wild Wind accidentally attacked cannot turn away her peaceful smile. Looking for the image, thousands of miles at hand, born in the world, hard to take off the fireworks, take a hard and confused mental path, no matter the left side is the sea, the right side is the shore, no matter the front is the sun and the back is the Yin, walk in cloud deep know, not immortal, have already gone into Wonderland, only for peace of mind. (Written in 2016 nian 3 yue 25 ri)

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