Su Shi once wrote in a poem: "Snow foam milk flower floating noon cup, artemisia annua shoots try spring plate, the taste of the world is Qing Huan." ”
Yes, drinking small wine with snow foam milk flowers, accompanied by new bamboo shoots, indigo, artemisia and so on in the spring mountains, this is not the joy of life.
In fact, Su Shi's quiet joy comes from a love for a peaceful, sparse and simple life.
Lin Qingxuan wrote in his book "Qinghuan": Qinghuan is an attitude and a philosophy of living in the world.
Yes, in the era of the noise of sentient beings, we need to maintain a "pure joy" attitude and maintain a love for ordinary life, and we can reach the happiness that we can never forget in our hearts.
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Happiness can be so simple, so undisturbed
There was a couple not far outside the wet market downstairs from my house. They are selling water chestnuts and vegetables. Some people came to ask for a price, whether they bought it or not, and their faces bloomed with a thick smile.
The husband takes care of the vegetables and the wife counts the money. The couple would cook a bag of water chestnuts in advance, and when the husband took a water chestnut and put it in his wife's mouth, the wife smiled sweetly. Looking back, the wife also took a water chestnut and put it in her husband's mouth, and the husband smiled silly. It turns out that happiness can be so simple, so undisturbed.
Who's to say that an ordinary lifestyle isn't happy.
I remember someone saying that not everyone can become rich, not everyone can become a power holder, but each of us can perceive happiness and happiness from ordinary life.
Just like this couple selling vegetables, they love each other and love this ordinary life, they feel pure happiness and harvest the joy of life.
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Feel with your heart, arrive at "Qinghuan"
Lin Qingxuan told a warm story in the book "Qing Huan".
On Mr. Lin's journey to Hangzhou, a delicate and gentle young reader gave him a simple gift: a bottle containing water and soil. The bottle is engraved with two small lines: the heart always does not forget the sincere blessing to you, just like the stars that rise night and night. In addition to this particular bottle, the little girl also attached a letter.
She wrote in the letter: The bottle sent to her husband contained the water of the West Lake and the soil of the White Causeway and the Su Causeway.
In order to load the most moist water and soil in the morning, the little girl braved the rain in the morning to come to the West Lake.
The reason why the little girl chose to give this gift is because Mr. Lin once wrote in the book that every time he left home for a long trip, his mother always let him carry a bottle filled with water and soil in his hometown.
What a girl with a heart! She hopes that this small gift can bless her husband with a smooth journey and physical and mental health...
Mr. Lin read the letter and smelled the fragrance of water and earth in the bottle, and his eyes were moist.
This gift comes from a pure and soft heart, and an innocent and romantic feeling. Although it is an ordinary West Lake water and soil, it is a deep friendship.
Later, Mr. Lin carefully brought the water and soil back to his home and placed it on his bookcase. Because he felt that this gift was incomparably precious, he felt that this exquisite gift was like a little girl's clear heart, so beautiful and so cute.
May we, like the little girl and Mr. Lin, have a sincere and clear heart to perceive the beauty and joy of life.
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Live a life that is not easy to live in plain poetry
Su Shi once wrote in a poem: I am worried about a snow plant in the east column, and life can be seen clearly.
The gist is that on the other side of the east rail, the pear blossom that protrudes from the deep green willow branches is as beautiful as snow, and there is a kind of melancholy beauty. But how many times can you see such a clear pear blossom in life?
The world is disturbed, how to see the white pear blossoms blooming, how to retain the pure state of mind of the pear blossoms in the world, it is worth our deep consideration.
Writing this, I am reminded of a man tinkering with shoes near the unit.
His clothes were somewhat worn, his back was heavily hunched, his dark face was wrinkled, and his hands were rough. He had a shiny black leather tied around his waist and rested it on his knees. He took it upon himself to repair his shoes. The smell of those shoes seemed to have long been accustomed to. A pair of shoes, in his hands, is like a handicraft. He took care of them carefully, his eyes clean and focused, not wandering.
And he was fixing his shoes while listening to the flute sound playing on his phone. The distant sound of the flutes seemed out of place with him, but he listened with joy.
On the mottled wooden table in his shop there was a plastic bottle with a few flowers that were not fresh. He said it was a bouquet of flowers thrown away by someone else, and picked a few flowers at random. These flowers add a sparkle to the shabby little shop.
Although, materially, he was not rich, he lived his life as a life, and lived his life into a simple poem. In the midst of the mundane and ordinary days, he arrived at the life of Qinghuan. His heart was as pure as a pear blossom, and his smile was as warm as the sun.
Life is rare to be happy, may we also find inner tranquility and joy in the life of a chicken feather.
About the Author: Bamboo Flute Qingyun. The grass and trees are deeply loved, and the taste of the world is known. With a wisp of fireworks, a simple and simple text, closer to the beginning of their own.