【Grass and Trees Spring and Autumn, The First Age】
Author: I think it was an unexpected encounter
Source: Tang in the smoke wave
The flowers are not as red as the morning sun, the young man's heart has not yet had poetry and far away, and in the end he has become an idle person who returns to the boat in the rain and has become a passer-by in everyone's life.
At that time, we only cared about running, running to the silent hill on the autumn mountain to see a bright moon hanging in the sky, sparrows standing on the branches of the non-stop chirping, when the weather was just autumn, a breeze blew through the wind chimes of the broken temple gently swayed, we raised our flashlights and stretched out our heads to look inside, the wind passed through the main gate, blowing on a green grass in front of the broken temple, it turned out that in such a remote place, there was life growing.
After a few years, back to my hometown qiushan, the houses of the neighbors have been abandoned for a long time, my grandmother said, "All gone, all moved to the big city to live a good life", without the playmate of childhood, I walked into the mountain alone, looking at the broken temple I saw when I was a child, overgrown with weeds, wild grasses blooming everywhere, some wild grasses grow to my waist, it is difficult to get off my feet, and I fall down without paying attention.
I asked myself countless times afterwards "Is it worth looking for?" "Until I saw that the little grass in front of the broken temple had grown into a big tree, I understood that this was what I was looking for, the meaning of life! Perhaps I will pursue the meaning of life with the love of my life, from adolescence to twilight years, in the long river of life, flashing a few people with colored paintbrushes, who embellished my colorless life, so that I can calm down and write such indifferent words when looking for poetry and distant places, so that I can comfort the plainness of life and the impermanence of life. In the end, they all slowly disappeared, turning into flowers falling in front of the court and passing by with the flowing water.
The grass and trees do not go through the vicissitudes of the world, grow savagely, and the mountain wind does not ask about the long years, and blows every year.
Life is a lifetime, grass is born in autumn, the face of the city can not withstand the autumn wind, no matter how many exquisite brocade satin also with the accumulation of dust, lose its luster, we spend our whole life, looking for nothing but the original appearance of life, is the cry of the world, do you know? That was your first humming, a dream that I could not guess in my life, and now the good years are hurried and easy to lose, and even begin to cherish the moment, the pity of the yellow weeds with the wind, startling the birds on the branches, a person with a pestle on crutches away, leaving a vague back.
In the world of grass and trees, all I am given is the spring and autumn rotation, the galaxy turns, it has nothing to do with how the wind and moon change me, how the pen and ink rice paper will portray me, I am still here, never left, wait for the trees around me to wither, the flowers wither, the teenager walks and comes back, relying on self-complaint, the grass is ruthless, only "I" understand his mood, and finally he put the wine under the osmanthus tree, the old man is far away in the end of the world, that curtain boudoir, under the August rain, I don't know whose house the acacia fell.
The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few degrees
Behind the vulgarity of the world, hiding their own strength, the real wisdom is to calm down and listen to their original wishes, as if this wish we have long forgotten, long lost at the fork in the road of life, in the face of everyone's choice we seem to be easily accepted for the benefits behind, some people say "do not forget the original heart, to always have to be", what is this original intention? People know the size of the dry in their twilight years, but they still pity the grass and trees, what is it that makes us unable to let go? It seems that time has given us the opportunity and the answer, so that we have room to save, back to that fork in the road, there are two roads, one paved with gold bricks, the other small road leaves scattered and scattered, seemingly desolate, but many people have wanted to live a life.
What is the answer to the mundane questions over time? It is to keep their own heart, repeat the beauty of the moment a thousand and two times, treat any life while maintaining equal respect, a grass and a tree, a flower and a leaf, from their one-year-old and one withered body, I see the status quo of being content with simplicity, see all the mountains and rivers and sigh the impermanence of the world, taste the wind and snow and know the importance of the years, Confucius said "the wise man enjoys the water, the benevolent Leshan", the real feelings between this mountain and water, when the boya and the sub-period here in the high mountains and rivers meet the zhiyin, a bunch of grass withers the moment, the jiangshan iteration changes, But it remains here, and life continues until new grass sprouts.
Only the small grass in front of the ancient Buddha is evergreen, often accompanied by a little rare aura in front of the Buddha, when a gust of wind comes to hear it call your name, I have too many questions about life, as if all the answers are hidden in the inconspicuous grass, the bright moon rising on the autumn mountain in my hometown, the broken temple is rebuilt, the moonlight is quietly sprinkled on the futon in front of the Buddha, the monk is reciting the scriptures, a gust of wind suddenly passes, and new shoots emerge next to the withered grass
Those who have passed away, those who have never gone far, have become the foil of life, become the story after tea and dinner, experienced the tide of life and backwardness, can live out their own world in a free look, dance under the moon, pick up the lamp to see the sword, it turned out that Zi Yanhong looked all over, not as full as the original.
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