Yao Ming

Looking at several chapters of Mr. Shen Congwen’s “Candle Deficiency”, it seemed that he was in the furnace. Mr. Ren burnt my soul to pieces with Wuming real fire. Take the lead in creating fog and eliminating the secular atmosphere; Take it as relics and hide the essence of heaven and earth; Finally, Nirvana, sublimation and becoming a Buddha. Remember one sentence: I need to go to an absolutely lonely place to digest the concrete and abstract of life. Originally I came to this world empty-handed, but finally I returned empty-handed. I don’t need to have anything, I don’t have anything, and now there is nothing, just a clean and noble heart. But this heart is often harassed and invaded by filth. In the Buddhist classic “theory of great wisdom”, it is written like this: Ask: What is the name of the devil? Answer: seize the wisdom, the bad way, the merits and virtues. A friend wrote a letter saying: why do you still write poems? Hurry up and find a way to make money! The economic foundation determines the superstructure. Several years ago, it was this friend who took me into literature, and I always regarded him as the mentor of my life and career. Unimaginable, under the double attack of personnel and money, how long can my heart last? Can hold? Master Hui Neng of the Five Dynasties of Zen has such a poem: Bodhi has no tree, and mirror is not a stage. There is nothing but dust. There is nothing outside the natural heart and nothing in the heart. It will not be confused because of the heart, because of the confusion to create the industry, and because of the burden. I can’t achieve this kind of overhauling. Shen Xiu’s sentence is the most suitable for me. Body is the Bodhi tree, heart ru ming mirror. Wipe frequently to avoid dust stain. Really want to run to Hanshan Temple to, moonset, Jiangfeng fishing boat. Midnight Bells when listen to Hanshan, picking up two monk speak Buddha. Yi Yun: people bully me, cheat me, insult me, scold me, laugh at me, scold me, hurt me, how to treat it? Answer cloud: bear him and admit that he avoids him. Let him listen to him and resist him. Look at him. Just be a little monk, and sweep the world of mortals out of the temple with a Tiao broom every day; You can also be an ascetic monk, eating and chanting Buddha, reading beads with green lights, reading scriptures and understanding Zen, and passing scriptures in the place where the winding path. Really want to xie jia companion in deep mountains, Linquan under. Watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the clouds rising and scattering, listen to the birds singing, the branches howling and the apes singing, there is no short hair scratching, the liver and gall are the feeling of ice and snow. Under the South Mountain, open a wasteland and plant grains. Xue Yuanming arrived at the sunrise with a hoe, and returned at sunset. You might as well dress up as a woodman, cutting firewood and cutting wages in the dense forest of the mountain. While my wife weaved and cooked at home, waiting for me to come back. Every late night, leaning against the south window, talking about farming and art, she played flute, and I cheered up. When the moon rises to the full moon, we embrace each other. Just like a poem given by Mr. Yiduo to Mr. Zhimo and Ms. Xiaoman: When the Mingzhu dawn comes, he will always talk to the White Jade Plate all his life. Not in the deep mountains, but in Wei Que Court. I can’t sing for this reason. A year ago, I wrote a pair of couplets: Sunset melting gold, all birds return to the mountain, listen to the sound of birds, count the sound of birds, taste the sound of birds, birds sing mountains; Mao eaves are low and small, weak water strikes stones, a drop, two drops of water, three drops of water, weak water hitting stones. The first couplet is a hermit in the mountain, while the second couplet actually refers to the elegant people in the world. Build a room, also jokingly called yashe, such as the Ziyun Pavilion in West Shu, and Zhuge Lu in Nanyang. What’s wrong with it though it is crude? The green gauze tent is lined up to send Green, and the pond is surrounded by feelings. In front of the house, there are bamboos and plum blossoms in the garden. Raise another flock of geese, just like the geese of Xi; Also wish to have cranes, cranes of Lin Hejing. A book, a piano, a chess, a glass of wine. The Mao eaves were cleaned, and the door was opened early. The owner is good at green eyes, often barefoot and so on Ji Kang’s arrival. You don’t have to see me when the prince comes back. When the pieces were not knocked and the lights were gone, I sang the verses of Rand: I don’t argue with anyone, and I don’t care who I compete. I love nature, followed by art. I warmed myself with the fire of my life. 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