About cultivation, there is a Song lyric written very well, with you **** appreciation.
"Yongyoule-Everyone Cultivates"
Everyone cultivates, everyone swallows, who realizes the true way.
The paths of the world are so divergent that it is difficult to understand how many people have been misled by the small ways of the side door.
The first time I saw this, I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world.
The first time I saw it, I was able to get out of the bottom of the barrel, and the root of my nature was broken.
The first step is to learn the original Zhuanglao.
Matching yin and yang, adding lead and mercury, gossip for the end table.
Life is like a dream, and the years are like arrows.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see the world.
Life as a dojo, each of us is a practitioner.
In the days of teaching in Shenqiu, every child I met, every parent I met, every thing I experienced, every day I spent, were all tests of life for me.
I've taught a lot of smart kids and listened to a lot of awesome teachers. I have found that those smart kids and awesome teachers organize their time wisely, know how to plow through step by step, look back from time to time, and practice slowly.
Life is a practice that gives you suffering and makes you strong. Your practice, in fact, is hidden in your words and deeds.
Cultivation is to perfect yourself and tolerate others. Do not be calculating about anything, there are times when life really has to be lived. For children who make mistakes, you should pay attention to the way to be angry.
In life, who does not make a mistake? Sometimes the choice to tolerate, than hate more people happy!
Life, because there are handicaps, so practice. You see the moon at night, sometimes it is not always a full moon.
Face up to your strengths and weaknesses, make up for them, and smile confidently. I read Yu Xiuhua's book, the strings in my head, violently tightened, the original world, there is such a pale and powerless words.
Anyone who loves anyone will not be as silent as I love you.
Love is a practice. In this cultivation, in the end, who will be cultivated? I don't know, and I don't want to ask. I believe that in the end, no matter who it is, we will grow up and become a well-traveled adult.
I think, in this world, no matter who meets the love, who will be sad.
Since ancient times, love is sad, sentimental since ancient times hurt parting, more that can, cold fall Qingqiu Festival. I am very lucky, I can put down everything, from the love pass to avoid a robbery, perhaps in the last life, I owe you, and you owe him, in return, I fell in love with you, but you fell in love with him.
I can only put for your love, buried y in the heart.
I feel that no matter how many words I write, I can't write my feelings for you. I don't know if you are the same as me, for love, confused and bewildered. In the end, the expectation is that whoever's practice is deep, will be able to cultivate the right fruit.
Living is also a practice. When I know how to love and understand compassion, I can eat the earth, enjoy the world, and enjoy the quiet years.
When reading a book, it turns out that you can also hide in the words of the book, imagine as the main character, come and go as you please in the text. It took so long to realize how wonderful it is to be alive.
When no one understands, think about the meaning of living.
Life is like a game of chess. If life is really a game of chess, I would like to be a pawn.
Usually, I don't move, and once I do, I can exercise my wrist to make the enemy tremble. On the chessboard, the situation is intricate and complex, and if you are not careful, you will disappear.
Life, when like a pawn, a mind to rush forward is. Not out of the army, on the cultivation. Secretly waiting for the time, in order to change the situation. Low-key behavior, high-profile shot.
In life, often the simplest, is considered to be the return to basics.
Cooking is the practice of making all kinds of food into delicious meals. Awe every meal, to honor life, so to cook with heart. A person who does not know how to cook is not considered a good practitioner.
Eating is also a practice ! The good meal, chewing in the mouth, the consciousness to enjoy the heart! Taste the rice flavor, taste the tongue, is the food. If you don't know what to eat, I believe it is difficult to sleep at night. Concentrating on the meal is a kind of cultivation, but also health!
The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror, when diligent cleaning, do not make the dust. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you can get the money to pay for the services you need.
Heart, but also to insist on cleaning, good heart, can bring their own blessings. Every night before you go to bed, think about the day, there is no time to make mistakes, and after a long time, your heart will be cleaner.
Only this heart is clean, this body can be light.
The world is changing, life goes back and forth, cultivate the heart, cultivate the nature, cultivate the mind, the great wisdom.
Most cultures are ancient and obscure, and it is easy for young people to stop before the vast sea of literature, which is not easy to understand, but it is still a good idea to practice hard, just because you are young, and you have the power to work hard.
Every time I give students a language class, encounter problems, students lazy brain. I said, the master led the door, the practice in the individual. Let the students carefully to "realize" the language, only their own realization of things, will be more practical than my words.
This life is long and short, and the practice can not be broken. The road is still long, take your time, don't be impatient.
Broken people choose to practice alone, strong people choose to practice in groups.
Living in the city, living in the prosperity for a long time, sticking to a heart, practicing alone. Sometimes, we want to get out of the red dust, willing to go out of the world, traveling to the four seas, do a monk to go. But in the face of the masses, and had to enter the world.
Each of us in the world and into the world between, difficult to choose. The more we grow up, the more silent we become. Because our broken heart, has been broken into crumbs. No longer able to raise interest, to ask about the world of red dust.
Life is unpredictable, who does not know what will happen next? All people and people, people and things should be positive each other to cherish the time of acquaintance.
In our leisure time, feed the dog, feed the cat, raise flowers ...... We must find our own way of practicing in the busy work.
Every day we live now, is our life, the youngest day. Time is limited, most less than a hundred years, all the dark, negative, but only for more sunshine, positive and set the test.
In this practice of life, I hope that someone to take me, rather than I am a person wandering around. Sometimes I really want to get away from the world and practice in peace and quiet, and realize that I have become a Buddha. However, they are always defeated by the demon of the heart, the road of cultivation, always full of all kinds of temptation, once distracted, the cultivation of the whole nothing.
The practice is to allow themselves to change their minds, not to be tired all day long, and nonsense. Cultivation, cultivation is literacy, culture.
By converting bad thoughts into good ones, you don't fall for a long time because you hit rock bottom. I think spending some time and absorbing more learning knowledge, but instead earn more wonderful life.
One of the nicest things I've heard about cultivation is that how others treat me is my karma. How much I treat others is my practice.
I think the practice is still about the heart. When a person's heart is quiet, he can look down on the world's prosperity, see through the philosophy of life, and will not be lonely, and will not be entangled in the present day.
There are many ways to practice, and I think writing seriously is also a practice. Of course, you can put words together and pile them into a good article, which is also admirable and respectable. Good writing can nourish a person's soul.
Cultivation means correcting one's bad behavior, recognizing one's shortcomings, and facing up to one's troubles.
There is a vegetable field by the river, I can't name it, planted in order. Row by row, very nice. It is only in the countryside that you can see such a good piece of vegetable field.
In life, there are many ways to practice. For example, cooking, brushing pots, feeding the dog, planting vegetables ...... When you do all the work to the extreme, it means that you are a person of cultivation.
Idle fishing on the Bixi River, and suddenly returned to the boat dreaming of the sun. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The wind and waves will be broken sometimes, hanging straight on the clouds and sails to help the sea.
In the afternoon, I went to walk on the embankment, saw the river fishing people, leisurely, no one disturbed. Looking from afar, it seems like a painting, only that the mood of the painting in front of me, a slight lack of a large number of white, giving people the feeling of a lack of aesthetics.
The person who practiced, although not an ascetic, but to have the mind of an ascetic. If you pay attention, you may meet devils or angels every day, however, they are your teachers, and they are arranged by heaven for you to practice.
The book says, the realm of life, repairing people is learning, questioning, careful thinking, discernment, and action. Cultivate life is sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, sadness and joy, clutch, life and death.
It occurred to me that I had read a Tang poem, "Sniffing Plums", and I had been looking for spring for days, and I didn't see it, and my shoes had stepped all over the Longtou clouds. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this.
This is a great Zen poem that uses the metaphor of finding spring and singing about plums to realize the true nature of the poem, which has always been praised by people. The first two lines depict the poet's search for the spring, his footsteps broken, into the ridge through the clouds, but has not been able to find traces of spring.
How many meditators have gone to great lengths to see their true colors, and how hard they have searched for them, but have not been able to find them, so where is the spring? The poets are not able to find the spring, and they return to their homes. They know that when they smile and sniff the plum blossoms, they realize that the spring is on the branches, and they are already very much alive, and that the spring is in their own gates!
The Buddha's realization of the true nature of the Dharma body, the original everyone has, without false external demand, from the original flaw, but how many people understand it?
In life, everyone is a book, and everyone is the author and reader of the book. We only wrote the beginning, the middle part, do not know how to write. The world inside you is the world you see in your eyes and the world in this book. Take your time and write well.
"All the law of being. Like dreams and bubbles. Like dew and like electricity. It should be viewed as such." This is the last sentence of the Diamond Sutra, the World Honored One speaks so marvelously, completely seeing through the insubstantiality of the body and mind, completely letting go. Everything is really like a dream bubble ah!