Jump out of the red dust and look at the red dust
Liu Xiaolin
Red dust is picturesque! There are both streams and mountains, and small bridges and flowing water. There are both the Ancient Temple of Araganagi and the Zhuxuan Pavilion. There are both rainbow flies and mud. The sketch is indistinguishable, but the details are like mud. Some people have lived in a corner for a long time, and they don't know the clouds on the edge of the sky. Some people look at everything and completely forget their place of departure.
We are all in the picture, because of the difference in what we see and receive, we have had our own red dust and life since then.
Red dust is like a big dream! Chaos under clarity, clarity under chaos. The two intersect and commune with each other. Big dreams have taken countless awakenings to sleep, sunrise and sunset. Many of them are and some are fleeting, even non-existent; Some linger for a long time, full of the whole big dream.
Dreams are given countless meanings by people, and reality and ideals are the carriers of dreams, which interpret red dust and life.
Red dust is like an invisible net, which can be stretched and retracted. We are like trapped beasts in a net, roaring, gasping, burning, judas... Want to rush out but can't. Sometimes I think that there is no obstacle to galloping, who knows that layers of walls will block the way at any time!
When looking forward to getting together, when isolated thinking about friends; when injured and sick, looking for health, and when confused, longing for light. Conversely, we often forget everything! I feel that all the bad things cannot befall me. It is true in the self-righteous truth, and contradicts in the contradiction of disapproval. Amplify personal pain and effort, amplify the chances and opportunities of others. How to jump out of the red dust? Please expand your vision, please increase my heart. Otherwise, when it turns into mud, it will still be locked in red dust!
Back, more than forty years have passed in the spring and autumn. Thousands of lonely shadows in the cold river, how many deceased people in the rivers and lakes? Return, endless return. Relatives and relatives, Kim Lan Mo reversed, ended in sentimentality. Occasionally I want to stay but I can't! Helpless laughing Zen monk. Love and hate, hatred and delusion... Willing or not? If a person cannot put it down, he can only sink more and more in the red dust. I have never reflected on myself, ever dissected myself. Until he didn't breathe, he still complained about the cruelty and injustice of the world to himself!
Being able to do it is not easy to jump out of the red dust and look forward to dust! If you want to achieve a clear wind in the red dust, and do not seek perfection, this is the only way. The heart of entering the world, the cause of dust. Life is all suffering, but how can this be the ultimate? The vicissitudes of Dahua make the narrow and dark corner give birth to hope from time to time, which is the cultivation and realm on the top of the light. If the life side is a splendid destination, people are worth it.
"Listen to the pine wind, look at the clouds, and realize Qiankun." Divine thoughts, no trace, who is blind to the six-fold dignity? Feel at ease, getaway, jump out of the red dust and look at the red dust. "At some point in the red dust, the Nine Heavenly Laymen had such a wonderful text. Attached to the skin bag, without fear of dusk. Planted in the soul, sprinkled with fragrance.
Attached picture of the work of the Nine Heavenly Residents
