The past is like a glass of spirits, and we are intoxicated by it.
Maybe not like, maybe not need, just young, just obedient, just helpless, but also the price we must pay for growth. We had to drink the spirit, frowning at its pungency while smiling at its teasing—it was the life we once lived.
The past is like a wild horse, and we are almost crazy.
Maybe it's not intentional, maybe it's not strong, it's just fearlessness, it's just ignorance, it's just recklessness, and it's also our "jianghu" spirit that makes us so childish and "forget" ourselves. We've been through the ups and downs, the ups and downs, the pains of the body – it's not the life we want now.
The past is like a dream, and we sigh lightly.
Whenever I wake up late at night or in the morning, I am like a dream, silent, and my eyes are dim and unfocused. Like the ambition of the moment of excitement, in the blink of an eye, goodness becomes hopeless and boundless loneliness. It's not just that the beauty is gone, you have lost the direction of your efforts, you have no motivation to do anything, what hope is there in the future?
The past is like smoke, drifting away.
Weekdays are so hard, almost all the time is tormented, longing for a relaxed summer and a comfortable life - to get the comfort of the soul in the peaceful days. And even the holidays, and even the "hands", but that's not all. Everything seemed so bland again, but Erl. Alas, how exactly am I good? What exactly do I want? And where? What should I do with that? What can I do with that?
In the meantime, the former drunkenness and indulgence confused themselves, thinking that this is life, this is life. This is also the common pattern of life for many of us, or at best the same. At first, we did not care about our precious bodies at all, and coveted the so-called "happiness" of the moment. Today, Tao Gong's "Return to the Past" is enlightening: enlightenment is not advised in the past, and those who know the coming can be traced; the real lost is not far away, and it is felt that the present is not yesterday. Yes, the countryside will be turned, hu will not return! Since then, he has refused to drink meat, refuse to fight hemp, refuse to stay up late, and refuse second-hand smoke. Pure heart, although lonely, but also safe.
As a result, there is often a strange sense of simplicity that frees me from the shackles: what seems to be missing in life? Or is it not enough to operate? Or is it impetuous? Living with a monotonous filler? Is it only in the midst of struggle that life has a taste? Or is it only by forgetting the beauty of "you"—or only by really forgetting yourself, letting go—letting go of attachments, just like entering the door of the pure Buddha's realm, can you attain peace?
On the day of pursuit, the surprises gained, and the sharp pain of loss, alternately impact our bodies and minds; hard and sweet, so tacitly, come to visit us from time to time, never stopping--all the time, it seems to have a taste. Now, no longer extravagant, just for self-cultivation, only pure heart and widowhood - although the pain is constantly intrusive, relatives and friends are more or less concerned, but everything is so simple, so pure, very good.
Ancient people cloud, how to relieve worries? Only Du kang. However, borrowing wine to dispel sorrow is even more sad, how many past events are in mind? Haha, for me who has already put down and let go, why worry?