Open the windows of the soul

4 or 5 meters away from my Yintai, there is a small coal yard. The windows have never been opened all the year round. That’s the case. A few days later, there was still a layer of fine coal ash on the smooth ceramic tile windowsill, which was wiped repeatedly. At first, my heart was always uncomfortable. After a long time, I got used to it, but I couldn’t feel its existence. Hot Summer, rarely a cool wind, especially when cooking on the stove, in a burst of flame baking, panic, sweat rolled down along the cheek, inadvertently regressed, suddenly, I felt a breeze blowing in, and felt refreshed physically and mentally. I turned around to look for it. It turned out that it was my son who opened a window that reminded me of the coal yard nearby. The coal yard is used for heating in the family area. There is no coal in summer. I don’t know when it will start. There are a lot of thick poplar trees around, and the leaves are so crisp and there are some restless ones, it almost reached the windowsill, stretching out the palm with distinct veins, like greeting. The original annoyance has grown into a unique scenery, which I never dreamed. Standing near the window, enjoying the breeze as much as possible, and the fragrance with the unique flavor of leaves coming straight into my heart, which is a special treatment in the city made of sand and cement, suddenly woke up, unexpectedly laughed at his decency and pedantry. Most of the time, people live in a kind of inertia. The moon is full and the moon is short, flowers bloom and fade, which is just a concept of time. They can’t take care of the gift of nature, because they are busy and make a living, sigh the hardship and annoyance of life. In fact, slowing down the pace and mood of running, looking up at the stars and the moon, looking down at the bees shuttling between the flowers, sometimes, I also feel that life can be so relaxed and beautiful. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

ou shi a Zen beneath pure heart

I wrote the life of Zi Mo and painted a beautiful painting of the world of mortals. Pick up a touch of Zen, clear the smoke cloud of the soul, pick up a wisp of ethereal, quiet and complicated flower marks. Seclusion of Nanshan Mountains and Rivers, regardless of the brilliant conception. Natural toad hall Hundred-Foot Tree Xi jian zuo humble room-inch long wooden away everything Hugh XI more distractions in Han Shan. The wild forest and grass stems are full of the original taste of philosophy, and the river wading into the river reflects the luxury and decadence of waking up suddenly. Breaking through the barriers, the crane lifted into the cold rock of the cloud, and looked at the flying bees and butterflies of the floating world competing for freedom coldly. Zen poem says: the spring of Bijian is clear, and the moon of Cold Mountain is white. I know that God is self-evident, and it is more lonely to see the sky. Those green trees, green water, wild flowers, bees and butterflies, mountain hills, birds and fishes, rabbits jumping and squirrels jumping in the mountains are all light and free, and they are all full of vitality with smiles. In this state, who will not feel the dignity of freedom and the happiness of life? Viewing the sky and understanding the silent zen heart and moon are bright, which explains the most exquisite settlement of the dust of the cloud and water. Abandon all the flashy mirages, and the heart of doing nothing will not be tempted by various situations; Make the detached images reveal a deep sense of Zen. Thousands of clouds, thousands of waters, quiet and virtual rock, Pantuo Stone, lying on a curtain of God’s dream of wisdom. In the cold and sorrowful day of the stream, the shadow of the slanting tree extends out of the infatuation, which is not stained with dirt and not tired. The secular cleanse the sadness and resentment of the Lotus. Self-purification and indifference, The Zen of the cloud and water zen heart is clear and clear; Just as the six ancestors of Zen Hui Neng said: Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a stage, there is nothing, where to cause dust. It is my heart to sleep in the green mountains and hang in the blue sky. The sky is bright, clear and boundless, and the delusion starts again. The human heart is of good nature, and it is OK to keep it unstained and undamaged, and keep it quiet and sober. Occasionally picking up a touch of Zen to clear the soul, the background of lotus throne is Cao Dong’s Moonlight mirror; Reflecting the new and elegant artistic conception of extraordinary refined, without any artificial disguise. Anan and kyamea’s sleeping flowers smile, quiet, holy and serene. Looking for a silent place, lighting a column of rising fragrance; Who made me a cup of light green tea? Recite a volume of Zen life. Feeling the mood that Chen Ziang didn’t see the Ancients before and those who didn’t come after, the noise suddenly faded away and the dust settled down. The beauty of Zen is unparalleled, and the light is plain and elegant; It looks like a fresh lotus with fragrance. Zen life poetic streets and alleys, a quiet and clear voice. The Zen elements surrounded by all Fang interpret the coordinates of meditation. The pure Zen is peaceful, enchanting the unique soul in the heart. Whether it is complex or simple; Who wants nothing but indifference? Not tangled entanglement. I really like the beautiful and indifferent Cloud and water zen heart, and I really like the quiet, open and secluded wilderness mountain forest. Transform those virtual and ethereal things into Zen without vulgar conditions, and the clear eyes and pure eyes of the Lingtai are filled with water. Put aside your things outside and let your soul purify and ascend in Zen. I really hope to be a Zen person, to be free from dirt in the noisy world of mortals; To fly white sleeves in the green mountains and rivers. The leaves drifted in front of the first order, and the rain was drizzling in front of the first window. Singing calligraphy fragrance, Su Yi Long fingers penetrate Sanskrit. Dwelling in the grass-wild pine forest, warm a pot of light Moonlight; In a quiet and empty Zen environment, light and hazy like mist. People idle osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the Spring Mountain is empty; The Zen at this time builds a wonderful and perfect world. The Zen enchanting on the fingertip and the tip of the heart moistens the prosperous soul to crystal clear. Staring at the distant mountains, whose heart window is filled with the rain of Zen? Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

I like

I like it. I like the slight loneliness when I am alone. I like it. I like the moment when locust flowers are fragrant. It was when you came to me. I like it. I like the moment when the summer breeze blows gently, the feeling of breeze lifting clothes. I like it. I like the moment when the floating clouds pass by, and let my thoughts drift by. I like it. I like the moment when the rain is misty, that kind of drizzling idleness. I like it. I like the moment I miss you quietly. Tenderness is in my eyes. I like it. I can forget you and me occasionally at the moment when I express my feelings in sword dance. I like it. I like the warm touch at the moment when the sun shines. I like it. I like the moment when the moonlight shines on silver. I really want to be the Sue in the Moon Palace! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Spring Gathering

Winter has been silent, unable to entangle. Gently open the door of the season, knock the footprints of spring hunting, try to walk into the deep heart and touch the warm fragrance. Rain, clear and smooth; Wind, gently rising; Air, quiet new; Earth, gradually crisp; Everything grows quietly; Heart, slowly open. Everything, everything is so clear, so pure, so safe. A little further from yesterday’s Frost, a little further from today’s warm sun. Let the sunshine penetrate into the heart window, the breeze enters into my heart, and the haze is exhausted. Spring, free, heartily writes the vitality between heaven and earth. Use rain as ink, use wind as pen, Green is the background color, nature is drawing paper, strong grass, drink sketch. Or sparse or dense, or deep or shallow, or thick or light, a frame of only beautiful watercolor painting volumes, leaping into the world. The charming and eye-catching of peach blossom red; The white elegance of pear flower and its styles are continuous; The shyness of cherry blossom powder makes my head look down; The dignified and graceful Magnolia Blossom, Tingting Jingxian; The flamboyant rape flowers are all over the mountains and fields, as far as Golden. Sky, blue, high and far away, a few white clouds leisurely in it. Several colorful kites soared up, with long silk threads shaking and laughing. A piece of peach blossom is flying in whose heart, and the purplish red whispers again and again? Cut a wisp of spring breeze, warm thousands of miles of misty rain, associated with the missing. At the edge of the curved stream, the water is clear, and the fingertips of the Yi people are wet. Spring is getting stronger, Willow is like smoke, and the smoke from the kitchen is warm; The water is clear and shallow, and the laughter is good, and the talk is full of joy! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…