#我的今日感悟#
Author: Zhang Defu
When you stand in a corner of this vast universe, you see a beautiful planet hanging alone. Inadvertently, you and I will reincarnate the four seasons, making the years confusing. The nights will be longer and the days will be shortened, the sun will be squeezed into a pitiful shadow, and the wind will be sharpened. Under the sky raging by the north wind, all things hide and hide, so that lively and lovely lives, such as geese migrating, snakes hibernating, and frogs sleeping. The dry branches of the lotus leaves on the riverside are like Qu Yuan's figure, like an iron-clad ink painting scroll in the knife cutting of the wind and the erosion of snow and rain.
Wanting to dye everything in the world into color, this evil axe has chopped out the bleak and trembling rope of red dust. Sketching stereotyped lines on the earth, condensing the warp and weft of time and space, decorating the roughness of the red dust, weaving the boldness of the great shore, it is bound to transform the role of the dust, and decide the choice between prosperity and depression.
The pure and true cold winter wax moon, stop in the vast open of grazing in the wilderness, so that the years stay in the blank space, quietly placed in the meditation room, shake the bed drunk and lie in the years, force the faint people to repent in the holy land, let go of the sins can you become a Buddha on the ground, at the end of the month of the month to embrace your original intention of Qu Yuan's return, the sons and daughters of Hunan in the three lives and three generations of Hunan land, and Jiang Xue's courage to think deeply and be vigilant echoed in the emptiness?
The cold winter wax moon is the messenger in the north wind, the boundless winter thoughts are eagerly waiting, the winter trees are peeling off like smear, and the maple leaves are dyed red all over the slope. Thousands of mountains and rivers are just waiting for leisure, and the red dust is rolling frost like snow. The vast earth goes to color, and the red plum dyes in front of the village. You bloom arbitrarily in the snow, but you have achieved a wisp of plum blossom fragrance, who will pick it up after thinking about it? The red dust is strange, and it can't cover the light and light face of Qu Yuan. Don't ask where the sound of horses' hooves comes from, just care about the long and long fragrance. The ancient plank road, the old long pavilion, soaked in the cold winter wax moon, outside the broken bridge, by the post station, the group of jealousy, long and short love, the depth of the shallow?
Several layers of twilight fog loom in the village, unable to cover the affectionate eyes of the fishermen's children. The crystal clear snowflakes are held in the hand, and the hydrangea is thrown to whom?
The vast scenery dews the fishing gulls, the lonely and bitter lily lily is now beautiful, the deep and remote artistic conception, the towering mountains see the peaks and peaks, the vertical and horizontal thousands of paths are extinguished, the cold river fishing alone fisherman shadow, who knows, the years of your exile? Still staying between the pen and paper, the memory of Song Ci is not good, and the traces of Tang poetry are not as good as your Spring and Autumn Five Tyrants Blood River Corridor, and the Seven Male Corners Road is red and deserted. The windbreaker white makes the ecstasy sword, and the river alone has been deep for thousands of years.
In the place where the soul is bound, how to settle the heart to let go, the midwinter moistens a faint fragrance, and unconsciously stretches between the eyebrows. A touch of light has achieved a thousand years, a wisp of twilight has been missing for a thousand years, and a shallow dance of tenderness has been carried out in a lifetime. Who let you graze in Nanshan and weave scenery in the peach blossom garden for thousands of years.
Time flips through the story in the north wind, dropping a few pages of bookmarks inadvertently. In the cold season, it rains, when the snowflakes unfold the wings of butterflies, flying in front of your window, you greet them with the palm of your hand, and the light sleep you look forward to is a moment of rest, kissing the snowflakes, but ushering in the silver world.
The time is long and the night is long, and the cold winter and warm sun shine on the heights. A corner of tranquility should be cherished, like a pot of light boiling tea, a few people have to warm and peaceful, who understands the winter sun, grasp the warmth of time, so that the old man (Qu Yuan) will not disperse, a normal heart sticks to the time of the years, and let the time flow in vain. The severe cold tempers the body and mind, Lahan chases the rhyme, and the fallen leaves are scattered and Qu Yuan is discussed.
But there is warmth in the mortal world, who may lean on the window for you to listen to the snow, and wait for the return of the wind and snow all night! Who would like to hold hands with you, cut a window of snowflakes together, listen to the wind in the wind, enjoy the snow together, and greet her with her inner tenderness and shallow joyful expectations. You have to be good at harnessing the beauty of time, be kind to others, and be kind to yourself. Control the season, recall the fragrance of your Qu Yuan, and have the splendid scenery of mountains and rivers. If you don't change your original intention, you will walk with the sunshine and treat life with your own warmth, so that life can love you as always. You are willing to talk about Qu Yuan's story around the fireplace, just to warm others, not to say goodbye and sadness, and you will be safe and sound for the rest of your life. As long as you have an unyielding light, you will be fearless of the source of wind and snow, in this silver wrap to vomit the red dust rolling past, stick to the years and pay tribute to Qu Yuan on the Dragon Boat Festival.