Dong Wen (pen name Mei Xiang Rushui)
From late autumn to winter, it seems like just a flick of a finger.
In autumn, read Bai Pu's "Tianjing Sand. Autumn", "The lonely village is remnants of the sun, the light smoke of the old tree jackdaw, a little feihong shadow." Green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. Compared to Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjing Sand. The loneliness and desolation of "Autumn Thoughts" has a little more color and temperature.
At that time, the reed flowers won the snow, the frost covered the red leaves, the yellow chrysanthemums outside the bamboo hedges bloomed peacefully, and the quiet beauty of late autumn was like a woman who experienced the vicissitudes of the world, even if the mountains and rivers in her heart were thousands, the look was still calm, and there was no sorrow or joy on her face.
A little bit of dark red or the old green hugging the branches are unique in late autumn, and I just like it.
I wanted to write a note at sunset in late autumn, pick chrysanthemums and incense, and write all the beauty on the title page of the flowing years, but I always walked with my head down in life in such a hurry, deep and shallow forward, and finally did not make the trip, and suddenly arrived at the snow festival.
The "Seventy-two Hou Ji Xie of the Moon Order" says that heavy snow, the November Festival, and the snow is also flourishing. At this time, the yin qi is the heaviest, and the yang qi is gathered and ready to go. After the heavy snow, the white flowers will float away.
All plants and trees are born according to the times, obeying the arrangement of the seasons, spring flowers blooming, summer growth, autumn harvest, winter storage, heaven and earth are speechless is nature, nature is the Tao.
In the wilderness of winter, Qingyuan is vast and far-reaching, and the trees are black and gray after the fallen leaves, the yellow and white of the dry grass, and the winter is an ink-colored painting, and the vitality is hidden.
People should also follow the Tao, in the cold of winter, suitable for meditation, cultivation and rest, suitable for a person to hide behind a large glass window, cook a cup of Zhengshan seeds, warm the stomach and heart, suitable for listening to music and writing in a slow rhythm, suitable for one person's time to miss another person
Looking at the calligraphy that Mr. Sun gave me, it is Liu Xiaoxuan's "Que Title", "The road is exhausted by white clouds, and spring and spring are long." From time to time, there are falling flowers, far away with the fragrance of running water. Idle door to the mountain road, deep willow reading hall. Reflecting every day, the light shines on the clothes. ”
The words are like clouds and flowing water, the calm is awe-inspiring, and the moment is even more joyful.
The poem is written about the spring scenery, the spring stream and the falling flowers, the white clouds and the idle door, the endless loneliness and quiet leisure, not to mention the Qinghui illuminated clothes, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, in the landscape and water, how leisurely and self-satisfied.
Nanshan recalled, skinny Ma Huan, Bai Shoufang turned back, marveling at the red face transformation.
The older you get, the more you like quiet, white hair and green shirts, no longer a light and crazy teenager, no longer like jingo iron horses, boating in the rivers and lakes, when life walks through sorrow and joy, prefer clear and elegant, like a quiet breath.
Just like those old people sitting by the wall basking in the sun, one person, one table, one chair, one tea, sitting on a wicker chair, squinting their eyes, the cat snoring at their feet, old, quiet in their hearts, not alarmed.
Everything in the world, no matter how magnificent it begins, is actually silent in the end.
Even the most beautiful love is the same, no matter how much love is like life and death, how brilliant love is like fireworks, it can't cover the wind and sand of the years, and bury the enthusiasm of the past in time.
When those warm passes, there is only one day, two people, three meals of fireworks daily, there will be sadness, there will be clutches, there will be quarrels, there will be calculations, this is the last look of all love, warm to flat is the final destination.
Sometimes I feel that the shorter it stays in my heart, the longer it stays, and the moment will achieve eternity.
"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red, the faces did not know where to go, and the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring wind." It was a thousand-year-old amazement, and it was the acacia disease that followed for the rest of his life, and achieved a beautiful love myth.
And how much love there is in the world, not to the end, just a shoulder rub, just a turn, a mistake is a lifetime. And that person, through the mottle of time, will hover over his chest and grind into a cinnabar mole.
The Buddhists say that it is precisely because you cannot ask for suffering, but because you can't ask for it, it becomes the eternal warm sun in your memory.
"Reflecting every day, the clear light illuminates the clothes," the sun shines warmly on the plain clothes, the heavens and the earth are clear, and the heart is clear.
Like Yuan Ming's song "Moss", "The day is not everywhere, and youth comes just in time." Moss flowers are as small as rice, and also learn to bloom peonies. "As small as moss, there is no inferiority, even if no one cares, it will be alone by the bridge or in the field, self-opening, self-falling, self-congratulatory."
That kind of lonely bloom is also a gesture, to cultivate a plain heart in the world, to let go, to cross yourself, and then to calm down.
The disturbing earthly world needs daytime, needs clear light, needs meditation, and needs non-abandonment like green moss.
My daughter began to specialize in Chinese painting, and every day she worked with brushes, rice paper, scarlet clay, garcinia, flower blue, titanium white... Accompanied by paint, he often reads calligraphy and poetry, and knows that poetry, books and paintings are integrated, and painting Chinese painting must have the accumulation of traditional culture.
"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River." There is also "Egret flying in front of Mount Cissai, peach blossom flowing water mandarin fish fat." "Poetry is a beautiful picture.
Every day I saw her reading, painting and studying hard, knowing that she had finally found her own beam of light.
No pole Tai Lai, winter dormancy and storage, only for spring better blooming.
At this moment, wordless, closed doors deep in the mountains, calmly practicing, will eventually wait for every day, the clear light shines on the clothes, then, this life is beautiful!
About the author: Mei Xiangrushui, a native of Dezhou, Shandong, is a woman who is willing to live in the text. Like to warm a pot of warm tea, and look at the text. In the Red Dust Dojo, cultivate a clear water heart.
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