Wu and bu wu

When I was sick, all the mountains and rivers lost color. I can’t see it, but still feel my pale face strongly. A pain is involved and lingering. If you don’t go for a long time, everyone will be defeated. Start to collapse, start to decay, start to blame yourself for this bad, that bad, all kinds of bad. In fact, in medicine, this is just a common problem. People don’t know how to cherish until they lose. Only when you are sick can you cherish the relaxed beauty and those days when you can sleep and eat well. What is happiness? After many years, we realized that health is really fundamental and a very serious thing. Before we understood it, we squander our health presumptuous, thinking that it was no big deal, thinking that our body could be very strong, and we could recover by ourselves at will if it was destroyed. It was not until one day that I fell ill and could recover in three or two days that I realized that I had lost my health, other things, no matter how happy they are, will eventually feel unfortunate. Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: life, old age, illness, death, love separation, long-lasting resentment, no need to ask, no need to let go. I pondered one by one, picked up and put down, and finally couldn’t say anything for a long time. Eight bitter, everything is unspeakable bitter. We just in red Wanli, after death. Search up and down, search hard, but also encounter love separation, can’t ask. Therefore, we complain about each other for a long time, and we can’t let ourselves go. Helpless look back again, is Centenary body. I spent my whole life in a hurry. Not enough love, not enough hate. Centenary body. Is a palingenesis. Love, hate, love, hatred, no matter how hard you can’t let go, you have to let go. No matter how reluctant I am, I have to go back. Everything in the world is no longer related to oneself. But behind us, the sun still shines brightly on that big tree. In the garden, there are still flowers, red flowers and green willows. The world is still noisy, and the pointer of time is still turning ceaselessly. The story belonging to us has been sealed up and no one will mention it any more. So the Buddha told us that we should see all kinds of empty things clearly, and learn to understand without any hindrance, so as to stop all sufferings. We really don’t understand these words when our eyes pass. You see, Buddha said: life is created by oneself, and life is born by heart. Everything in the world is an illusion. The heart does not move, everything does not move. The heart remains the same, everything remains the same. How should we practice to reach this level. How heart does not move? How to understand without any problem? Five Aggregates? But we have to run away in the world of mortals everyday, with old and young, accompanied by lovers. How can we not hold it? There will be hatred if there is love. How can there be no love or hate? How boring it is. How do we survive without love? A little baby knows how to cry for love as soon as he is born. Only when he has a warm embrace can he feel safe. When I think of a sentence, I have to experience everything before I understand it. Another sentence occurred to me: OK, I forget the pain after the scar. That’s us. Therefore, we have experienced it and seem to understand it. But after the wound was healed, he put that layer of knowledge aside, and even gradually forgot. There is no way, even if you know love, you will be hurt by love; If you hate, you will also be implicated by hate; If you love, you will be moved, and you can’t control it. Even if you know, the deeper you love, the deeper you hate; Even if you know that this bottle of wine will hurt your stomach and liver, you will still drink it or have to drink all kinds of bitterness. It turns out that we have never realized, because we are people in the world of mortals. Maybe once you come, you have to love, hate, care about, disappointed, and walk happily, so as not to show that a hundred years of life is pale. In the end, enlightenment or not, understand or not, a reincarnation eventually turned over. Close the book of life. How many people will understand? How many people will understand? How many people will be willing to come back to love and hate again? Anyway, this is the life you choose. After writing all the vicissitudes of life one by one, leave it to yourself for final examination. Have you handed in your papers seriously? Or, isn’t it, or will it be so vacant? Wu or not, after all, they have all been here. Regret or no regret, after all, only you know.

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