Every dusk, watching the sunset slant by, the clouds changing, there is always a kind of distant intention, the heart is afraid. Standing on the street corner, looking up at the sky, the sky in autumn is vast and boundless, and the breeze blows off a few leaves, skimming the eyes, flying in a flowing posture. I think back to life as if everything had nothing to do with you, and as if everyone was you.
In the landscape of thousands of mountains and rivers, in the life of sunrise and sunset, you are not around, but you can see your shadow in every landscape, because you are in my heart. How the long road is walked, the thoughts fly wildly, and let the imagination sail in the dark night.
Flowing years, fireworks in one hand, a poem, looking at the tide and the tide, idly watching the flowers bloom; Leisurely give away time and enjoy the light joy of the light years. I sometimes sit alone and meditate, see those years that have passed, suddenly like a dream, feel that the people in the dream and I are like meeting in the mirror, looking at each other's faces, who is me? Who am I?
Walking alone on the road, the mood is both sad and depressed. Time is like water, always safe. If you can leave more for yourself in your life, don't be inextricably touched by others, and at the moment of awakening and clarity, you may also be able to see the opening of the Prajnaparamita flower.
Life experience is nothing more than love and hate, wind and frost pain, and what is there to fear? The wind is heavenly, and I borrowed it to blow, but it blew up the fireworks of the world; Who the heavens are, I borrow to appreciate, but I can't see your silhouette.
People to middle age, pine smoke mood, clear heart far, not warm, not high song, not heroic, not with the waves, still water flow deep, and have a deep affection for life and time. In the heart, there is heaven and earth time, and there is also a deep love of grass and trees, and to live this moment well is to live a good life.
I love the grass and trees in the mountains, wild with aura, just like the simple days, no modification, plain and natural. For yourself, the simpler the life experience, the happier you are. After all, all the intestines are also for the most beautiful ordinariness.
Everyone loves Sanmao, perhaps because she has fulfilled the dream of the ugly duckling in our hearts, about wandering, about freedom, about love, about freedom. At least once in my life, I should forget myself for someone, not to have results, not to go along, not to have, only to meet you in my most beautiful years.
Then between the lakes, mountains and clouds, you can also rely on each other. Just two pure people, no obstacles, there is daily life, there are fireworks, there are grass and trees rejoicing, there is a deep love. This life wishes to be like a landscape, a stunning shadow, a subtle wind, beautiful and clear and quiet. No matter what age they are, they are all charming, upright and serene.
The older the age, the deeper the loneliness, the life story, only scattered and light, only simple and quiet. In this way, everything from yesterday is sealed in the city of the past, and since then it has been forgotten with the scenery. In the future, we should also be at will, whether it is a cooking tobacco family, an ordinary alley, or a roof eaves, it can be a hidden place, and it can be safe and quiet.
As soon as the footsteps of the years passed, the blink of an eye was like a cloud of smoke. The heart is empty, there is nowhere to rest, it is still quiet, and it does not need any comfort. Everything is left for the future, the landscape is still there, and the days are long and endless.