Sanskrit

I don’t believe in Buddhism, nor do I have any Buddhist connections, let alone Buddha roots, and can’t understand buddhism. However, when I am quiet, I also like to listen to the ethereal chanting of Buddhism quietly. Relieve the tiredness of the day, often sit alone in the deep night, say goodbye to the complicated noise, and slowly listen to a paragraph of ethereal sounds of Sanskrit. Wandering in the joys and sorrows of life with a peaceful mind, eliminating the anxiety in my heart, as if I was in the green mountains and rivers, walking leisurely in the mountains and fields, listening to the breeze slowly, birds singing deep streams, without noise, the body and mind are cool and refreshing. Everything is so quiet. This kind of Tranquility is the truth of the soul, the return of the soul and the Holy Land of the innocence of the soul. I can’t remember when I began to like such a simple and quiet lifestyle. Qingdeng has no heart. After a period of Sanskrit, I put down my exhaustion of body and mind, and kept a happy life alone, lingering in the lingering sound, in the atmosphere of dense tea fragrance, watch the Spring and Autumn, flowers bloom and fade; In the season of light clouds and breeze, watch the red flying in the world of mortals, and think carefully like water and time. I lived alone with few Yangzi and had a bed of books every year. In such a quiet space, I wandered in the green, fat, red and thin poems of Tang and Song dynasties with my hands holding yellow Rolls to taste the leisurely and comfortable life of seeing Nanshan, to comprehend the true meaning of walking deep in the water and sitting and watching the clouds rising. Release itself in the tranquility, and sigh the helplessness that the life in the past was exuberant and fleeting, and vanished in the corner of the season in such tranquility, it can precipitate many complicated fickleness and various temptations in life, make people clear and clear, increase wisdom and enlightenment, and cultivate temperament. Because the world of mortals is boundless and the world is changeable, we are both passers-by in the world of mortals, and different people are desperately performing their different lives. The extended Road under everyone’s feet will reach different ends, and happiness or sadness will eventually return to peace. Maybe, some people are looking for a perfect ending for themselves all day long, but the world of mortals is boundless. In the journey of life, they often make themselves black and blue, and they are miserable. They can only hide in the sad harbor and sigh the geometry of life! Let life go with its nature and follow its course! In the lonely wilderness, be a lonely watcher, dust in the silence of Sanskrit, those crazy dreams of young classics, fade the once messy sorrow, a piece of plain paper, A pulse of meditation, dancing the light nib in hand, jumping words like flowers, telling the helplessness in the journey of life, restoring the original plain and calm, light and clear, and the heart is calm. (Essay on the night of December 17th, 2014) Zan (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Winter

In winter, thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, it is the night when the sky is about to snow, it is leisure to drink a cup of nothing, it is the bright moon shining on the snow, the wind is strong and mournful, it was the sorrow of the clouds falling down at dusk and the rush of Snow dancing back to the wind. It was also the sadness of the yellow clouds falling in the daytime, the north wind blowing geese and snow one after another. It was the open space of the desert with wild clouds and thousands of miles. The coldest day in the Northeast came as scheduled. Looking away, the vast white land, the gray sky, the withered branches and old trees were unable to swing in the cold wind, which was full of bleak and desolate feeling. It is still the 2.1 line between the dormitory and the laboratory. Life is like a cup of boring water, which seems to be calm without waves. In fact, only you know the anxiety and confusion in your heart, including the tiredness of sitting in front of the computer and the weakness of knowing nothing about the road ahead, only you know. Recently, the situation was terrible, and all kinds of troubles came one after another. After wiping several tears, bad luck still refused to let me go at the last moment of the birth year. As if the days of this kind of black paint had no end, I endured and endured, fought and fought, but life was still developing towards a worse trend than expected. Sometimes we think that we are like snowflakes swaying in the wind. We don’t know how many unexpected desolation we will experience or where the road ahead will lead. Maybe one day, we will drift away. When you are in a bad mood, you will choose to walk alone near the school. When I went to the supermarket that night, the sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet, it also touches a familiar and soft corner deep in my heart. My hometown is a small town. In the cold winter, there are roast sweet potato stalls and sugar gourd stalls at every intersection and Alley. When my mother picked me up from school, she always bought a roast sweet potato or a string of sugar gourd by the way, I sat behind my mother’s bicycle, avoiding the snow and cold, and felt that I was the happiest child in the world. This is the smell of winter in my memory. It is the sugar-coated haws that children all love, and it is the fragrant roasted sweet potato. The smell of winter is still the same. All kinds of frozen fruits are sauerkraut that every family will accumulate in winter. They are chopped into dumplings and put into hot pot with noodles, or stew with white meat and blood sausage, the refreshing taste of sauerkraut can exactly neutralize the greasy taste of meat, just like the magnanimity and generosity of Northeasterners; It is a hot sticky bean bag with white sugar, melt into the mouth, sweet and soft. Winter is a certain color, which is endless white all over the world. This white is elegant and indifferent, quiet and lonely. Without smudging or embellishment, it is a cup of bitter green tea and a bowl of dim millet porridge. It is a state of mind that does not disturb and is quiet in the hustle and bustle of the world, it is also a plain and pure background of life. In winter, there is also the softest memory and the most tender smell. The smell and memory melt into the blood and go deep into the bone marrow. It is the nostalgia that can’t be lingering even after a long journey, it is the amiable infatuation and lingering in the world of fireworks, the truth in all kinds of things in the world, and the warmth in the rolling world of mortals. Maybe the winter is very long, but no matter how long it is, it can’t stop the arrival of spring flowers. Maybe the youth is very short, but the hundred years are just passing by quickly. It is better to cherish the porridge and meal in front of you and live a good life overnight. Maybe many things are unsatisfactory, but life is a complete process. We have nowhere to escape, so it is better to go on the road easily. We believe that every wind must be experienced by ourselves, and every piece of snow is worth appreciating. Whether it is sunny or rainy, poor or rich, plain or complicated, be the unique self in the world of mortals and regard all difficulties as hardship. One day, I will find that, these disappointments were just passing by. The current difficulties could be resolved sooner or later. The people and things bothering me were actually small and ordinary. With the most beautiful taste, the most authentic color and the warmest memory, we are looking for the quiet belonging in our heart. Step by step through the twists and turns, step by step to undertake the rain and snow wind and frost, waiting for the spring breeze, waiting for flowers, waiting for love, watching the snow, watching the moon, listening to the wind, listening to the rain, and then slowly, quietly grow old in. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…