Watch the flowers fall and wait for them to bloom
Author | Liu Li Shuying Editor: Yi Meng Fangfei
The story of time and yin has always been in the form of four seasons, repeating the arrangement of fate.
Looking back, in those simple times, some happiness can be seen, and some likes have not faded, hidden in the mountains and rivers that have passed over the years.
Outside the window at this time, the sun is scorching, under the silent eaves, the birds are singing, the sun is falling, and the time is quiet and peaceful.
Love such times, ethereal, Zen, one flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi.
How fortunate, in the hustle and bustle of the world, there is always some time of their own, not stained with wind and dust, quiet and quiet. At this moment, looking at the pages of the yellowed calendar, like the days that passed day by day, when I look back, there is no wind or rain.
On the path of life practice, who is not asking questions about zen while feeling and remembering. On the road of my own life, I practiced and realized at the same time. Even if it is impossible to penetrate the mysteries that penetrate Zen, it is still willing to use an ordinary heart to accept all sorrows and joys, gain and loss, and not be shocked by honor and disgrace.
With a smile on the flowers, the days are like Zen, and suddenly they are far away. The edges are scattered, but faintly. And I, like to keep this faint everything, let myself a bright, whether right or wrong, do not say the past, put all the light warmth and joy in chai rice oil and salt, let the come, let the should go.
Reaching out, all that can be touched is those wordless and warm memories. Shaohua, which is far away, is just a season of flowers blooming, and we have cried and laughed in the past, and we passed by quietly like this.
I believe that those who have been separated for a long time, even if they drift away, will eventually be reunited one day in the future.
The most rare thing in life is to have experienced hardships, and life is still unharmed. Fortunately, we can still smile in the deepest red dust, shake hands with time, and have a calm heart. Still can, cherish what should be cherished, give up what should be abandoned, do not force, do not force, let nature, let everything contain the fragrance of the four seasons.
Spring has flowers and autumn has a moon, if there is no idle business to worry about, it is a good season in the world. Living in the downtown area, walking in the bustling crowd, no matter how busy, will also find a reason to quiet themselves, stealing floating for half a day, or serving flowers and grass, or strolling around, or tasting tea and poetry.
Life comes and goes, and every journey encounters, just like the gentle spring breeze gently across the atrium, stunning the simple years and fitting the impermanence of life.
All the good is on the way, we just have to smile and welcome the spring blossoms.
What a beautiful thing it is to let the mind quiet down, to watch the flowers fall, to wait for the flowers to bloom, not to ask about the return date, and not to pay attention to the way. At this time, even the daily fireworks have become poetic, and every new tomorrow is worth looking forward to.
Perhaps, that's the best life. There is no strife, no hustle and bustle, only a quiet room, a window of warm sun. And I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything, but I was already very moved.
Therefore, no matter whether the clouds are sunny or not, no matter how the seasons change, I still let myself be the person who idly watches the flowers fall and waits for the flowers to bloom.
For the current day, it is also a smile to face, the wind to blow the wind, the rain to listen to the rain, the flowers to see the flowers, the leaves to admire the leaves.
In the blink of an eye, the taste of the old year has gone far and wide, but it has inadvertently come to the eyes. Grateful for the journey of life, those short and beautiful encounters. Thank you for the fact that we have gone from the beginning of the year to the end of the year together, and in the blink of an eye, we are entering the New Year again.
Thanksgiving to the four seasons, all the grinding and luck that have been given to me. Thank you for accompanying me on my journey. The future can still be expected, allow me to accompany you to taste tea and write, look down on the clouds and clouds, and cherish and cherish the years and years!