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Perhaps, everyone has a piece of peach blossom in their hearts, living a day of not knowing what year it is, and living a comfortable day, such a day seems to be a secluded place in the deep mountains and old forests.
Sunrise and sunset. Sink wells and drink, plough fields and eat. Carrying clouds and smoke around the landscape, raising grass and trees, holding hundreds of spices, not asking about the world, not tired of the world, the mountains are quiet like ancient times, and the days are as long as a small year. Such a good day is probably better than the gods.
However, while dreaming of an ideal life, choosing a secluded place, and repairing hedges and planting chrysanthemums, man is tied up in the world, forced to camp for his livelihood, and in the midst of tribulations, he melts his tears into a smile, which is a combination of the king and his servants.
The old saying goes, "Small is hidden in the wild, and big is hidden in the city."
This sentence means that the truly capable person is not living in seclusion outside the world of mountains and rivers, but adapting to the surrounding environment and obtaining the tranquility of the world from the noise, such a person is the real high person.
To live in seclusion is not to find a pure place and live there, but to live in seclusion of one's own spirit and to be a spiritual hermit. Like brewing a pot of mellow tea, take the tea and put it in a container, slowly boil the water, and listen to the sound of the beeping water, as if it is a spring warbler calling spring.
As soon as spring comes, the green buds of tea are beautiful into emerald green jade, which is with the breath of sunshine and the spirituality of dew, and it is a beautiful person. After layers of screening and production, it is possible to enter the harem of tea. Encountering water into tea soup is the encounter of golden wind and jade dew, and countless whispered love words have been won.
Watching the tea leaves sink and float, stretch and fly calmly, is the flow of the wind and clouds. Gently inhaling the aroma of tea is a trace of the memory of spring blossoms. Take a sip and taste the changes, keep the pure land of the spirit.
However, all of this requires a person's meditation and slowness to taste the true taste, as if living in a pot of tea, watching the sun, moon, and stars rising and falling, watching the grass, trees, flowers, and roads, feeling the vicissitudes of mountains and rivers, and still living in the world with a heart of ordinary joy.
Or focus on doing your own thing, let the spiritual paradise have some peace, let the lake of the soul have precipitation, let yourself live in the world you have created, listen to the bright moon and the piano, touch the loose wind, and be a real self.
Ouyang Xiu wrote in the "Drunken Pavilion" that "the meaning of the drunken man is not in the wine, but also in the mountains and rivers." The joy of the landscape, the heart and the wine of the apartment. "Well, the same is true of today's seclusion.
The meaning of seclusion is not outside the world, but between the hearts. Bai Yin Gree said that he liked to live in seclusion, but he could not live in the mountains and forests at all costs, so he lived in seclusion on paper.
I can't abandon everything, go to the mountains and forests, can only live in my own preferences, taste tea, listen to the piano, arrange flowers, get close to nature at zero distance, integrate myself into a bird song, can ride the bamboo wind around; integrate myself into a tea soup, feel the fragrance of a tea leaf, and realize the wisdom of giving and letting go.
When painting, I live in the ink of rice paper, stroke by stroke, are the rhyme of thoughts; when writing, I live in the boat of thinking, word by word, are the brush strokes of life;
When reading books, I live in the ink fragrance of books, paragraph by paragraph, are the source of spirit; when raising flowers and trees, I live in seclusion in the grass and trees of the world, one grass and one flower, all are joyful gratitude; looking up at the sky or the starry sky, I live in the scenery of nature, and so on.
There are as many joys of life as there are ways to live in seclusion. Like a brilliant starry sky, it attracts countless thoughts. Sometimes, even thinking is a way of living in seclusion, and as long as you want to live in seclusion, it is always there, it exists around you.
About the author: Qing Qingman, a woman, born of beauty.