Go to the water, sit and watch the clouds rise

Go to the water, sit and watch the clouds rise

I am Brook/from the mountain/gurgling flow/gloomy green onion/spit to the sea/fish and birds together/morning light reminder/wisps of the sky/floating clouds/floating north and south west/No one knows/my whereabouts/Gently turning into/misty rain/Falling in/your heart. This is a poem “The words of water” written by Professor Liang Wenfu, a gifted scholar in Singapore. Every time I hear this song, I will remember that life is an endless cycle. Everything in the world is always rotating constantly, starting from scratch. When we thought the stream was gone, but we didn’t know that it might have blended into the sea, or turned into wisps of smoke, rose up in the sky, condensed in the sky and turned into clouds that make people imagine, prepare to baptize the Earth. Inscription May is both romantic and ruthless for me. There are both joy and sadness. The change of climate came as scheduled. The sultry atmosphere was suffocating. As if thinking, he stared at the sky silently, watching the flowing cloud like cotton floc slowly floating in the air, half covering the blue sky. The gradually falling sunset, through the cracks of clouds, extends the residual brilliance, like the arms of lovers, surrounding me. The floating clouds gradually gathered presented a gloomy gray color, which seemed to suppress the depression in my chest. I couldn’t vomit, but I didn’t feel unhappy. Seeing a storm was about to invade the Earth, I thought, is a palingenesis. When the night falls down, this cloud and mist will bloom with red light, which will dye the whole sky red. Flowing clouds are just a phenomenon, an object composed of water vapor, but I have never really thought about the source of clouds or where they go, and it symbolizes the enlightenment of the journey of life, until that day Mei Er recorded the second audio for me and sent me a sentence, which wet my eyes again. Listening to her sincere care and sincere words, I felt guilty from the bottom of my heart. I always felt that I had betrayed all my sisters’ wishes. At the end of the audio, she left me a saying with deep Zen meaning: when walking to the water and watching the clouds rising, I was asked to understand the meaning carefully. In addition to being moved, I was like Zhang erjingang, confused and didn’t know what Mei Er was talking about. Therefore, from that day on, I always stared at the sky in a silly daze when I was bored. I will silently watch the clouds gather and disperse, gray and white, observe the clouds of different shapes and colors, and think of Mei Er’s words in my heart, I thought that when life came to the end of the mountain and water, maybe it was just shown in this colorful years in different ways. On that day, at the customer service desk, I accidentally saw a pleasant scenery, which shocked me. The Sky of that day was full of gloomy clouds without gaps. Looking down from the tall building, out of the glass window, under the eyes, there is a green grass and the seemingly calm bay, with faint ripples, pushing slowly, like the flowing river of life, always unwilling to calm down. Around the Bay, surrounded by the towering “stone forest”, waiting for the coming of the night in all the noise. Although I only stood in front of the window for a moment, my thoughts were just like the swirling rain in rainy days, and I couldn’t find any rules. Even though I can’t see the scenery connected with water and sky, I also feel relaxed and happy. All of a sudden, I really want to leave all the trivial things behind, so I quietly walk into the grassland like fairyland, listen to the whispers of the sea breeze, and enjoy a moment of peace alone. Messy thoughts, suddenly East, suddenly West, suddenly joy, sometimes sadness, a heart, calm and chaotic, cut constantly, reason is still chaotic. Looking around this colorful world, there are colorful scenery everywhere. The intricate interpersonal relationship, just like the thinking of human brain, is intertwined into an invisible net, wrapping everyone living in this world. People who cannot be isolated will always be involved in the ruthless Whirlpool by people and things around without any precaution. The seemingly peaceful life is full of waves. Floating clouds may be bright white or even crystal clear. Only when all the clouds are accumulated together and layers of dust are accumulated in the clouds can the gray of different levels be displayed. Clouds exposed by sunlight will also be covered with colorful clothes. People’s hearts are like clouds. If too many trivial matters are accumulated, they will gather into a mist, making themselves lost in indifferent persistence and bound themselves. Therefore, people had to cry to vent all their sadness. He always pulled himself away from the noisy city. He didn’t want to associate with this dirty world, but couldn’t get rid of the dirty society. Once upon a time, I kept pursuing and exploring the troubled and busy common things, but never gave birth to any final conclusion. I always let my memory freeze in that illusory past, and feel that life has come to an end. When I heard the song “The words of water” again, I casually associated it with the sentence Mei Er gave me, and I couldn’t help thinking of my life, the dust of more than twenty years was disturbed without reason. Looking back at my life experience, thinking about the years I have gone through, looking at the silver silk coming at the tip of my hair as scheduled. Although it is not rough, it can be said that I have experienced many peaks emotionally, winding paths of shan tu. Those sad days, those tears on my face, once made me feel like a desperate situation. At this moment, I recalled that I suddenly found that every hopeless situation would wear through the mist inadvertently and find a new journey. If you want to live in a desperate situation, you don’t have to have miracles or comprehend something. Sometimes, you only need to sit around and listen to all directions, and then you will understand the so-called end of the road, it’s just that my confused heart blinded my eyes. If you close your eyes and think deeply, you may feel that the flowers, plants, trees and trees around can change your fate. Finally, I realized that the original mentality was the biggest stumbling block in my life journey. I still remember that every time I took a plane, when the huge fuselage began to descend, I always looked out of the window, looked down at the Earth and watched the crisscross roads passing by in my eyes. When I think of it at this moment, it reminds me that life is like a lost city, a treasure map full of many large and small passages, or high roads, or paths, or crossroads, or a dead end. Everyone has his own way to go. Whether it is a bumpy road full of thorns or a successful success, the road still needs to continue, and life still needs to continue. The whole life of a person is like shuttling back and forth in this misty city. All roads can move forward, but there is always no way out. Only through many tortuous stories can one reach a certain destination. However, the pace has already stumbled and the heart has already been weakened. I used to wander aimlessly on the road under the condition of hesitation and helplessness, making rows of backward green trees turn into inverted video tapes, chasing the lost time. Once in a while, there was no way to go, but only to turn the car around and rush towards the way. Maybe we could see that many paths leading to the beautiful scenery were ignored in the hurry. Most of the time, I thought that I had found my life goal and kept moving forward. Even if I reached a dead end, I was still persistent and unwilling to give up. As a result, I was scarred, and then I complained to others, complain about the ups and downs of life. However, the road of life is always bumpy. When encountering many difficulties, you may think that you have reached the end of the road. At that moment, you might as well stop and watch the clouds. Even if there is no way to go, or you are unable to shake the obstacles in front of you, why not wait and see the sad clouds with calm psychology and normal mentality. Perhaps, during the period of waiting, we will meet some noble people in our lives, even passers-by, stretching out our help to remove the resistance in front of us and move forward again. Sometimes, we have to go with the flow, relax our body and mind, let everything go with the flow, and then we will find that everything is natural and we will walk out of our own new path under the least deliberate circumstances. Life is like water, and life is like clouds. When it comes to an end, it may be a new beginning, like water turning into smoke, like clouds turning into rain. Otherwise, I had to stay in one place, not reluctant or demanding, waiting for the flowing water of time to weaken the obstacles in front of me, unload the burden and put down the heavy burden. Although I could not cross the river with a reed, I could pull the sail lightly, downwind. Life is so sad and short. We will not be forced to find a new way until the end of the road. In fact, it is not that there is no way out, but that we are unwilling to accept the cruelty of reality and the scorching cold of the world, so that we firmly catch our faith and forget that it has already become a burden, dragging us down. When we feel physically and mentally exhausted, we can no longer see the scenery in front of us, and how can we distinguish which road we should take. Most of the time, we forget that there is no absolute way of life at the moment when we are in a desperate situation. Every experience is a Scenery. No matter passing or staying, the surrounding scenery will never change. When the train of life encountered obstacles, I thought I had reached a dead end, but opened up a new road for myself casually. Therefore, with a little sadness and a little touch, I walked forward to the future with my head held high again. In the past two years, I thought that I could never get out of the haze any more, but I had a muddled affair with the words, and even made friends with a group of affectionate sisters with words. Who opened a window for me when I was most helpless? Who opened the once annoying sorrow for me. When fate closed a door for me, it also opened another window for me at the same time. Although I was still trapped in the country with walls on all sides, I could see colorful flowers blooming outside the window from time to time, waiting for me to welcome me. I don’t understand Zen, nor do I have an open mind, let alone rational thinking. Therefore, it may be easy to understand the meaning of this sentence when walking to the water and watching the clouds rising, but to truly understand the artistic conception, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. My persistence and sensibility always make me fall into the mist and lose myself. As a saying goes, people always talk about it and let people be alert to themselves and enlighten others. However, who can truly understand the meaning of every saying when falling into a heavy fog. I am an extremely ordinary person with an ordinary heart, walking alone in this rolling world of mortals, after all, he could not see through everything in the world. Today, I still cannot understand the meaning of this sentence, but I also know that everything has its common sense of existence and disappearance. Existence does not mean that it will always be there, and disappearance does not mean that it will not reappear. 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