Rodin said that life is not without beauty, but a lack of discovery. I said that the lack of discovery is not terrible, the terrible thing is that some people find beauty, but they themselves will not appreciate it, only blaspheme. Eyes that do not have aesthetics, tears that flow out, are also cloudy, because the man's heart is dark.
Or calm down, look back at the scenery we have walked, and see what else can be found to purify our souls.
Look at the sea at the entrance of the river
Zhuangzi called the god of the Yellow River Hebo. In autumn, hundreds of rivers irrigate the river, the Yellow River soared, magnificent, "so Yanhe Bo was happy and proud, with the beauty of the world as his own." But when he went down the river, facing the sea, he realized that this was not the case at all, and his face was red with shame.
Looking at the sea at the entrance of the river, I found that the water of the Yellow River, the water of the Yangtze River, rushed down from the plateau, hurried footsteps, as soon as they stepped into the sea, they were particularly relaxed and relaxed; looking at the sea at the entrance of the river, I found that the sea quietly accommodated the river, and the noise along the way was brewed into a continuous wave. Looking at the sea at the entrance of the river, we can not only read the river, but also better understand the sea.
Knowing this, no matter how noisy and irritable the heart is, it will be quiet, as quiet as the gentle beach under the moonlight.
Look at the clouds above the clouds
Wang Anshi said that he was not afraid of floating clouds to cover his eyes, only because he was at the highest level. - I will not say its symbolic meaning here, only its literal meaning, but "look at the clouds above the clouds".
I once had such an opportunity, from Beijing to Kunming, above the clouds, I saw the clouds and mountains and fog under the wings, and I found that what I originally needed to look up to see, after changing a position, I could look down on it. The cloud is still that cloud, I am still that me, change the angle, the realm is completely different. Of course, Wang Anshi did not have this opportunity, but he could write the feeling of "seeing the clouds on the clouds", which was his state of mind, too lofty.
I would like to say that the soul of a noble man, even when standing in a valley, is flying; a despicable man, even at the pinnacle of his career, has a lewd soul.
Gaze at a tree
A seed, buried in the wasteland for decades, but not decaying, is expecting a spring rain in fate.
For years, no matter where I went, I would gaze quietly at the trees there. Because I know that he survived the long night before he was born in the spring rain and grew up in the sun, such a tree deserves respect. Not only that, but I also know that anyone who comes here just passes by and has to leave in a moment, and the trees have to stand there all the time. Birds flew, trees watched over, and I felt the sorrow of the watchmen. But after staring, I found that a tree standing there, perhaps there is no watching anything at all, he is just running his dream: trying to grow, becoming a landscape that cannot be ignored.
From a seed to a landscape, if you have to say that a tree is watching something, it can only be watching your own beliefs.