In April, dream of a blue smoke and rain
It will always be a long time, and it will always be until there is no way to retreat, and then we will suddenly realize that what we have given up with our own hands will never be encountered again in the days to come.
---------- Wen/Su Jing'an
In the hustle and bustle of mortal dust, there is really too much pain and helplessness, or the impermanence of the world and the ups and downs of the years, we always lose our original selves in such a time, and then push all the responsibility to the vicissitudes of the world to comfort.
Like the beauty of flowers, like the light of water, time is like being washed by the green rain that does not stain dust, and the places where time has passed have become memories that are difficult to let go in the future. I also thought of the dust of the ancient road, the long pavilion folding willows; I also wanted to walk through the mountains and rivers, the rivers and lakes were boating; I also wanted to listen to the rain under the eaves, and the red sleeves added incense. But it will always be until later that we will understand that some landscapes are destined to be emaciated; some stories are destined to shed tears; the people you thought you would come back have never returned; those yesterdays that you could not let go of are finally full of devastation. Just like when we first met that person, we thought we would love him for the rest of our lives, he was so good, how could I fall in love with someone else? However, the years will let you know that a lifetime's wish is really just a wish.
I often wonder what kind of bondage it is that makes our original pure souls contaminated with the darkness and immaculation of the world, and I often wonder whether we will feel a relief at the last moment of our lives. Maybe there are some things that you really have to experience and experience yourself to understand, there will never be so-called empathy in this world, the needle is not stuck in your body, you will never know how much pain. In the red dust of Lulu, the passers-by in life, in a faint life, come and go like dust. What you remember, what you don't remember, or what you haven't seen through yet, will be buried with your old self in the light years of the old days, and we can only sigh at the rush of time.
There are always some memories that lurk in the depths of your heart, quietly gushing out when you are not careful, maybe someone, maybe some time. I have always said to others: when you want to love, you have to love enough, there is no right or wrong, as long as you are willing, no matter what it becomes simple. I am also in love with someone, I know that after not having him, but I still desperately give everything. I don't ask him to give me any promises and results, nor do I ask him to think of me when his children fall on their knees in the coming day, I just want him to be gentle and calm in his life. Years from now, I will be glad that I can meet him in this long dust, and I am glad that I gave the most beautiful time to the person I love the most.
Yes, when you see through the scenery and have no way to go, you remember your original wish, just want to see a spring light of zi yan red, drink a cup of pleasing tea, whether warm or cool, be a woman who washes away the lead, love a calm person, whether right or wrong, hand in hand in the vicissitudes of the world, see the sunset smoke. However, we always have to wait until a long time has passed, and we always have to wait until there is no way to retreat, and then we will suddenly realize that what we have given up with our own hands will never be encountered again in the days to come. For example, a simple smile, and a clear look.
Bodhi has no tree, nor is the mirror a platform, it has nothing, where it stirs up dust.
In the red dust dojo, every flower and leaf is always closed to Zen, we are all wandering children in this earthly world, struggling to find the past life, carrying the world, carrying the vicissitudes, knowing that one day we will never be able to see the way to come. We should not blame anyone, nor should we force anyone, for there must be a cause and an effect, and what you have now received from nowhere else without the slightest effort will be doubled on his day. Do not seek the water moon in hand, do not seek flowers full of clothes, only wish that time is quiet and calm, and the time is safe. But this seemingly simple prayer always has to pass through thousands of rivers and mountains to be fulfilled. The world is uncertain, life is unpredictable, in just a few decades, what we can do or do, I am afraid that we can only cherish. Cherish the people you love. Cherish the time to smile. Cherish everything you have.
After the prosperity of the floating life is over, choose a quiet place by the mountains and rivers, build a small hut, cook a pot of tea far away from the world, sit under the eaves of the window, and listen to a dialogue of green rain.
Editor: Ma Xuemin
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