Idle look at the autumn clouds, savor life

All year round, autumn clouds are the most attractive, because autumn is refreshing and the sky is blue and white. One afternoon, at the top of the mountain of "green streams flowing with red leaves, green forest points with white clouds", sitting or lying down, idly watching the clouds and clouds.

"The white clouds are in the blue sky, and it is impossible to hope for it." Distance creates beauty and evocative thought. I stared at the blue sky and white clouds, as if wisps of cooking smoke rose above the mountain villages of my hometown, and then slowly converged, and finally transformed into snowy mountains. On the faint snowy mountain, the white-clad fairies dance, and the light dance steps flow among the white clouds. In the blink of an eye, they rode white horses in unison and drove slowly on the vast grassland. You haven't counted the horses yet, and the prairie seems to be the surface of the morning misty river. On the river, a hanging white sail was raised and ready to set sail. After a while, the morning fog cleared, and the sailboats left, leaving only the smoke willows faintly visible on both sides of the strait. The distance is hazy and the mountains are undulating. Take a closer look, the terraces overlap, straight up to the clouds...

Qiu Yun is like an ink painting that can never be read, painting mountains and painting water; painting the sea and painting grassland; painting history, painting the future... As long as you are willing to imagine, think of what to like, the more you think about it, the more like it is, the changes are endless; ethereal, mysterious!

Du Fu's poem "Clouds in the sky are like white clothes, and SiShu changes like a dog" seems too direct, but Zhu Dunru's words "The world is as short as a spring dream, and human feelings are thin like autumn clouds" are more evocative. Spring people are easy to sleep, their dreams are frequent, so spring dreams are particularly short; autumn sky is the bluest, clouds are the whitest, under the background, autumn clouds are particularly thin, light, erratic, whether there is a blink of an eye. Perhaps these two poems of Shi Sheng were simple and simple, and later evolved into the idiom of "white cloud dog", which is a metaphor for the vagaries of the world. For thousands of years, not only the red dust folk have the vicissitudes of the white cloud dog, even the Buddhist disciples are no exception, and Yao Nai in the Qing Dynasty has a poem "The white cloud dog dust sense, but also to the empty forest Shizi family", which urges people to meditate.

Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, I really want to ask, are you floating from the Yellow Crane Tower? Are you a white cloud in Cui Hao's pen for a thousand years? Ancient and modern exchanges, on the white clouds, always engraved with homeland sentiments, wandering intentions, let the erosion of wind and rain, but always so clear. From Li Bai's poem "Floating Clouds And YouziYi" to Tan Xuan's "Clouds of Hometown" composed and composed, it is as if the clouds floating in the sky are the homesickness of the wanderers who have wandered the world.

Only then did I close my eyes, a gust of autumn wind blew through, the blue sky was like a wash, and the sky was blue and blue. Looking at the hazy blue sky, I finally appreciated the artistic conception of "passing through the eyes and smoke clouds", and realized the true meaning of "rich as floating clouds". In the red dust world, "a full eclipse, three feet of sleep at night", why should they draw on the satisfaction of desires such as money, power, fame and fortune?

Although I am not a believer in Buddhism, I am still fascinated by some Buddhist principles. According to Buddhism, the colorful world of red dust is a space of "phases", and the Diamond Sutra says, "All phases are illusory." If you have the opportunity to inherit the Dharma, you can detach from the illusory, phased space and enter the space of "no dwelling." Looking up at the clear blue sky without a trace of clouds, I really want to ask the Buddhist masters, can this vast and clear blue sky be a metaphor for the space of "no dwelling"?

If I could, I would have a little understanding of the "dwelling" space. Although there is no cloud in the sky, because of the contrast between cloud and cloudless, there is no boundary and difference between existence and non-existence, and the mood will be as clear and bright as the blue sky!

Just now, the autumn sky was still blue, I don't know which storm figure, in an instant from north to south came one iceberg after another, not much later, floating clouds covered the sky, and there was a great taste of "Chang'an is not seen to make people sad". White clouds flutter, the years are long! In the long river of history, how many heroes and heroes have swept the storm, left and right, and left a strong and colorful stroke in the annals of history!

Han Gaozu's "Song of the Great Wind" sings: "The wind rises and the clouds fly, and Wei Jia Hai Nei returns to his hometown!" Emperor Wu of Han's autumn wind chanted: "The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow and the geese fly south." ”

With the same "wind and clouds", Liu Bang expressed a kind of spirit of satisfaction and vigor, while Liu Che expressed a kind of lamentation of old age and sadness and helplessness.

White clouds flutter, time flies, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, there are heroes who can reach the heavens, but they all enter the earth, there is life and death, just like the autumn clouds above my head, there are gatherings and dispersions! "Where will the past and the present meet?" A pile of grass is gone! "Life is cold and hot, although living on the land under the blue sky, it is like passing clouds and smoke, gathering is also hurried, scattering is also hurried."

The geese flew in formation among the white clouds, and suddenly, the leading geese chirped, and the birds and finches leading the return to the forest responded to each other and kept calling. It was not early in the morning, I withdrew my sight, ended a rare half day of idle watching the autumn clouds, and calmly walked down the mountain.

Idle look at the autumn clouds, savor life, maybe half a day of kung fu, enough for the rest of your life to savor!