1 Because the sun shines there Author:Pumi(wsh6101) Source:Prose.com
There is a story that has touched my soul for many years: it was a summer afternoon, the sun was like fire scorching the earth. An old woman struggled to turn a large mushroom, sweat dripping uninterruptedly along the sideburns. A passerby asked sympathetically; "The old man is so old, why do you do this hard work in the middle of the day?" The old man smiled faintly: "Because the sun shines there."
"Because the sun shines there." A faint phrase, but one that cut through like thunder.
As the sun rises and sets, it silently spreads its warmth and light across the land. I am perplexed as to what force propels him through billions of years without the slightest flinch or resentment. The green bird persistently dedicates its passion and song to the spring. I am touched, what is the power to inspire her to sing the salute of life without regretting the blood stained white feathers?
Hao Hao Tang Tang, all things in heaven and earth, each adhering to a duty of life, silent struggle, no regrets. The vast universe, people in the middle of it is just like a grain of dust, but because of the gift of life, has the right to survive and develop and can not be slighted and insulted, has the significance of survival and development and can not be destroyed and worn out.
The long river of history, the waves surging, bumpy, dangerous obstacles. A "Historical Records" "to study the interstices of the heavens and the people, through the changes of the past and present, into a family of words." Reviewing its time, the Grand Historian searched for a hundred generations, traveled thousands of miles, suffered from corruption, and experienced life's strange shame and humiliation to become the world's most marvelous book. As if "high-speed rotation of the gyroscope, mixed forget the world", Madame Curie decades of youth depleted in the darkness of a small laboratory, that a gram of radium than gold is more valuable than a hundred times from a few tons of asphalt refining.
Who's life sails forever smooth, which one of the road of life is as straight as a haystack? "Because the sun shines there", can this be the reason for retreat, laziness and indulgence excuse?
All the storms and waves are calmed by the self-awakening of life. It is because of the inner awakening that the course of life is without complaint and the silence is like thunder.
2 Wandering thoughts - Author:Pu Mei(wsh6101) Source:Prose Network
If there is an afterlife, the vast sea of people will meet, can we still know each other? Is it possible to cross the black barricade of death, remember the sunshine of this world, the green willow of this life, remember the wisps of thoughts that flutter and fly in the willow under the sunshine?
Do you believe in past lives? Whether there has ever been an appointment of life, only in this world to cling to this never fading emotions, can ever find that section of the distant long **** with the memory?
When the time of the birds Ying Ying Ling decades of blue netherworld, when the frost and snow patches of silent bullying on the skull, when the life bath wandering in the golden sunset, looking back on the long course of wind and rain, is it because of no regrets to walk through and grateful to God, or because of the busy missed and frustrated and stay hate? Will you be able to muster the courage to walk into that endless black curtain?
Walking through the old campus, ushered in a fresh and clean breath. A few square neat grass ping clustered a white stone statue, showing the new owner's high confidence. The crowd clamored and rushed over, but a strange smile, strange noise. The sound of reading in the past has been scattered in the wind of the years, the familiar figure is also blurred in a long-settled sun color. Everything, everything, that extravagant worry, that pure ideal. Faintly, faintly like a dream as vague and clear. In this summer sunshine, a silly person, in the frustration of the pursuit of searching for a period of experience that has passed for many years.
School South Kindergarten closed iron gate, flashed that summer after the rain, a full body snow girl, leisurely reading in front of the house door, floating略心头is actually a silent bloom in the lotus pond, a quiet elegant white lotus. It is the dusty return, with a volume of "Ling Hui" poem, but there is no way to say that it is for this girl's special trip. The heart gradually sinks, sinking seems to understand an invisible barrier, forever isolated in the distance, this volume of poetry may never be able to deliver the past.
It is the persistence to fly endlessly, and yet fall without stopping, fall, fall. At the bottom is the fast-flowing green water, muddy and deep, with a strange dark light. In the sky, there are night birds screaming, piercing straight into the depths of the heart. Wake up in the noise, is still endless images in the stars flashing, rustling is the autumn wind is the night rain? The murmur is a piece of endless cold, like a knife hissing and cutting the struggling soul. And then there is a piece of warmth, faintly blurred in the bottom of the heart. It was a golden smile, a silent promise, drifting in the heart, but it could not be salvaged, could not be salvaged.
The wind flows slowly in the sunshine, singing. That song has ten years it, light gradually is a piece of pure, a piece of warmth. Can't salvage the flow of light, slowly accumulating, and then planing out, has been a cup of wine, waving a wave of the hand, the sacrifice sprinkled in the river of the years.
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3 "Poetic Dwelling" By: gentle Xia "Pumi Circle * Literary Garden Hua Zhang"
"People, should be poetic dwelling."
When there is a lack of warmth in our hearts, we need: "The fragrance of rice flowers says that it's a good year, and we hear the sound of frogs"; when life is sad and heavy, we need: "The world is used to it now, and this heart is leisurely everywhere, and the water is like the sky under the pavilion in the cold light of the sky, and it flies up to a piece of gulls"; When the spirit of ease and leisure, we need: "peach blossom clusters open no master, lovely deep red love light red".
We have surging emotions, we have romantic feelings, we have beautiful visions, then - we need poetry.
We need Li Bai's heroic spirit: "Five-flower horse, a thousand gold furs, call the child will come out to change the wine, with you to eliminate all the sorrows of the past"; we also need Gu Cheng's naivety and brightness "I hope that/every moment/are as beautiful as colorful crayons";
We need Shu Ting's passionate honesty and sincerity. I need Shu Ting's passionate candor: "If I love you, I will never be like the climbing campion/borrowing your high branches to show off myself"; I also need Ximurong's reserved and implicit: "Under the sunlight/ discreetly full of flowers/every one of them is the hope of my past life"; I also need Gu Cheng's childish and bright "I hope/ every moment/ is as beautiful as the colorful crayons";
When you need poetry, you need the fertile soil of poetry, the wheat field of poetry.
"There is such a group of small children playing games in a large wheat field ...... I, for one, stand on the edge of that cliff. It's my job to keep watch there - that's what I do all day long. I just want to be a watchman in a wheat field."
The spotter of the poetry board is the -watcher- of this wheat field.
I see how delicate the green hills are, and the green hills should see me as they are.
Being a watchman, I have learned to appreciate.
Walking through the wheat field of poetry in a leisurely and tranquil mood, enjoying the green wheat seedlings, watching pigeons fly by, listening to the wind and rain, and smelling the fragrance of wheat flowers.
Watch a flower and a grass, such as watching a piece of mind a world.
I'm reading a sound and a note, a poem and a rhyme, intoxicated by the blue sky and white clouds, red flowers and green grass, and leaning to listen to the oblique sun and evening wind drifting in the tinkling of the oblique.
Appreciating each and every person, each and every landscape, without realizing it, I have also become a landscape.
"Walk slowly and enjoy!" -- Zhu Guangqian said
Walk slowly and appreciate! I have learned to cherish.
Cherish the words, new poems and songs, Chu rhyme and style, Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and even the three kingdoms of swords and swordsmen, the Red Chamber of a thousand love poems;
Cherish the destiny, the gaze of the grass and flowers on the journey; the past in the red dust;
Cherish the present moment, the joyful songs and tears of the life, and the fat and red and thin of the sun and the moon.
Shining fingertips, a needle and a thread, I delicately weave idle and elegant years, stringing up or light, or heavy time.
To cherish the true nature, the heart has a peach garden, "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the south mountain".
Poetry has a lot of meaning.
Being a watchman, I have learned to be silent.
When nothing can be said, nothing needs to be said, a silent gaze, a piece of gentle blessing, a wisp of a smile, it is enough to express the induction of your heart and his.
The deep and strong feeling of human kindness will make you feel touched and happy.
Silence is the language of the sun.
The language of sunshine has taught me tolerance.
In the face of life's sadness and joy, the cloudy and sunny, and the ten thousand feet of red dust pouncing on my face, I chose to embrace and savor.
Lightly look at other people's laughter and anger, understanding of other people's joys and sorrows; sit and watch the new sun spouting like a haze, quietly appreciate the stars and moon shine;
Tai Shan's carved stone, Mount Huangshan's strange pines, Mount Huashan's cold, Mount Lushan's handsome, the world of flowers, the world of grass, grass, calmly face, and from the life of the experience of the openness and flavor, to draw from the sense of enlightenment and self-motivation.
It's the most beautiful part of the story that I've picked up and treasured.
They are the most beautiful of all.
They are the most beautiful of all.
They are the most beautiful of all.
The most beautiful of all.
The most beautiful of all.
Slightly drunk under the morning light, I read the brilliant dawn; shallow starry river, I read a quiet night of calm; a cup of tea, a few poetic flowers, I read a fairy tale such as Xia, such as the dream of the years, such as the flight of the dove, such as the moon's feelings, such as the rock's perseverance, such as the warmth of the sun, such as the autumn - a magnificent life.
Magnificent life, like watching over a wheat field, is a harvest, a feeling, a pleasure, a spontaneity, a sentiment.
Tired, and happy; pain, and sweet.
I am quietly and tirelessly being a loyal - watchman.
December 14, 2007
4 A Taste of Zen Tea By: gentle Xia "Pumi Circle*Wenyuan Huazhang"
Weekend meeting with friends at the Wufu Tea House in COFCO Plaza. This is a long-established tea house and the first tea house in the capital. It is decorated in a simple and elegant way, and the environment is quiet and chic. Elegant sound of silk and bamboo, sound around the ear, silk haunting; wisps of tea, curls of light floating, "hut in the human world, without the noise of cars and horses," giving a sense of return to nature.
Sitting with friends and sipping tea, suddenly realized that the proverb "a thousand cups of wine is difficult to become acquainted with, a cup of tea can also be drunk. You are a professional singer, the talent of the sound quality needless to say, he sang most of the songs are their own lyrics and music. He is a professional singer, and most of the songs he sings are his own compositions and lyrics. He is not proficient in Chinese music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is good at everything. That talent is not often seen, that the pleasure is not often seen, in the red dust, red wine and green, that the world of indifference and cultivation is also not often seen. Look down on fame and fortune, quietly do their own. If you are indulging in the meritocracy, then he would be a big hit now.
Sitting quietly in a rattan chair, lightly holding a carved porcelain cup, a smile and look at the leaf petals such as flowers in the water under the water to unfold, the water from clear to light green, green as an ink painting. People in the painting in the wallowing, reverie, memories. Who can imagine the beauty and vicissitudes of life hidden underneath that greenness. Like the opposite friend, serene and deep. How many years of struggle, wandering, from Vienna to Sydney, and then bounced around Tokyo for six years, and finally living in the capital, but I can not read from his face vicissitudes and fatigue, there is only that always bloomed in the corners of the mouth of the pure smile, let a person trust, do not flaunt. Clean, pure, translucent, occasionally a little awkward without any artifice; gaze soft, open, open, unobstructed. Like the empty wilderness as clear and clear, muddy yet on. That smile is a natural smile, a natural smile that can bear everything. When a friend is running for his career, he may not even be able to grasp his own destiny, but he still maintains that tea-like state of mind, serene and calm. Life in front of him is like tea, a tea bone, is a memory, the accumulation of a lifetime of experience, brew a cup, sip.
We pick up the years, in the silk and bamboo and the fragrance of the fragrance of the Buddha, sitting quietly, inward looking, deep introspection, to see the tea bone through time, gradually green through ......
Sitting in this environment away from the hustle and bustle of the restlessness of the environment, I was surrounded by a great serenity, as if in the "Yao Lin Wonderland! The impatience of the heart slowly precipitate, slowly become quiet; heart of the dust and clamor slowly cleansing, slowly become clear. Tea flows into the body drop by drop, the tightly closed heart, steeply bright. The heart, the body, as if filled with a clear water, light, such as the green mountain spring side of a quietly blooming flowers, full of life's cool and cozy.
"A paper book, full of tea flavor," friends like song, but also love poetry, more understanding of the words I love. Called on a pot of Biluochun, self-pouring between drinking, friends casually a sentence "Dongting nowhere not flying haze, Biluochun incense drunkenness", laugh and ask me if I know the origin of Biluochun elegant name, I deliberately pretended not to know, so my friend to me narrated a poignant love legend. Finished, the tea is also drinking to just right. He smiled: "Biluochun produced in Wu County, Jiangsu Province, has the reputation of the four best - the shape of the beautiful, colorful, fragrant, mellow taste. Appreciation of tea is to appreciate its first great, beautiful shape. The production of a catty of special grade Biluochun about more than 60,000 shoots. You see it is slender, curled into a snail, covered with hair, silver and white hidden Jade, more like the legend of the delicate and lovely Biluo girl." Said signaling me to wait a moment, got up and left.
A little while later, with him came a face with a smile, youthful and beautiful, slender body, handsome eyebrows, with a green top decorated with small white flowers cheongsam, very quiet and very beautiful waiter. It looks as if they are very familiar with each other.
The waitress smiled affably at me, to clean hands with water, upright appearance, calm and pleasant, accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo, into the tea realm ......
The waitress was quiet, delicate hands, gently holding the cups, show the tea set, and the hot water in the teapot with the use of cyclonic pouring, infiltration of teacups, with the aim of increasing the The purpose is to raise the temperature of the tea cup, so that the tea maximize the volatile aroma. This is the beginning of the tea ceremony performance called "bathing ou cup"; then called "flying clear sweet rain". Is to hold the bottom of the cup with the left hand, the right hand holds the cup, from left to right from the bottom of the cup to the mouth of the cup gradually circled one week, and then pour out the cup of water, after the hot water infiltration of the tea cup is like a treasure of general brilliance, so that the guests can better appreciate the Biluochun soup color and appearance; and then "rain rises in the autumn pool". It is taken from the famous line of Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty: "The rain rises in Bashan Night Pond". That is to fill the cup with water, the water should only be injected to seven minutes full; and finally the upper casting method, using a teaspoon to tea lotus Biluochun sequentially dialed into the glass cup has been flushed with water, called the "flying snow fluttering". Draped with hair, silver and white hidden Jade Biluochun, such as snowflakes fluttering to the glass, after absorbing water that is to sink, instantaneous silver glitter, snowflakes flying, very beautiful.
The waitress's sequence of movements was skillful, smooth and elegant - a poem.
The tea ceremony ended here, and we began to taste the tea. The first sip of Biluochun felt the color and fragrance of the light and elegant soup; the second sip felt that the tea soup is more green, the tea aroma is stronger, the taste is more pure; tasting the third sip, what we tasted is not tea, but in the taste of Taihu Lake spring, in the taste of the Dongting Mountain vitality, in the taste of the life of the taste of the hundred flavors.
After enjoying the beautiful tea ceremony, the beautiful waitress told us about the tea ceremony.
The Tea Ceremony preaches "and quiet Yizhen", the "quiet" as a way to achieve the heart ZaiZaZhi forget, purify the mystery, clarify the flavor of the road. Zen also requires people to meditate, from the ordinary small things to realize the truth.
So, from meditation, meditation begins, tasting tea in the "put". Put down the work at hand, relax the tense nerves, let go of the imprisoned personality. Put down everything, let yourself relax, then look at the world in this state of mind, the natural sky high and broad clouds, mountains and beautiful water, sun and wind, moon stars. There is a poem by Mr. Jen:
Put down also put down, where to hang on?
Being a man of no business, I laugh and talk about the stars and the moon.
Let go of fame and fortune, let go of attachments, do a tea person without attachments. Quietly guard a cup of tea, in the Zen of the tea ceremony to enlighten life.
Secondly, tasting tea in the "nothing". "Nothing" is a word often written by Zen monks throughout history, and it is also an ink treasure often hung in the tea room. "Nothing" is not what the world calls "nothing", but beyond what the world considers "something". It is the "nothing" that is above "nothing". Speaking of "nothing", we cannot help but mention the story of the Five Ancestors who preached the Way. Before passing on the mantle, Hong Ren, the Fifth Patriarch of Zen, summoned all his disciples and asked each of them to write their own realization of the Dharma, and whoever wrote the best would pass the mantle on to him. Hongnen's first disciple, Shenxiu, a learned monk, wrote:
The body is a Bodhi tree, the mind is like a mirror.
The body is a Bodhi tree, the mind is a mirror.
Hongnen thought the verse was beautiful, but he had not yet realized the true meaning of Buddhism. And a little water-burning monk, Huineng, also wrote a verse:
Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform.
There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust?
Hongneng thought, "Huineng has realized it". So that night he passed on the robe and iron mantle left by the Dharma Master to Huineng. Because Huineng understood the truth of "the impermanence of all nature, all dharmas have no self, nirvana silence". Only by recognizing that the world is "nothing" can we further realize that "nothing is hidden in everything, there are flowers, moon, and buildings". Tea
The study of tea is the same, only to realize the "nothing" of the realm, in order to create a "Zen tea a taste" of the true state.
And then, tasting tea in the "true". Tea is the south of the wood, is a gift of nature, "precious wood spirit buds", in the planting of tea, tea, tea must comply with the laws of nature in order to produce good tea. The pursuit of the true nature, that is, in the process of tasting tea, really relax yourself, in the realm of no I to fly the mind, grazing nature, return to the true nature of human nature; the pursuit of the true feelings, that is, through the tasting of tea to describe Huai, so that the true feelings of tea friends can be developed, to achieve the realm of tea people see each other's true feelings; the pursuit of the true Tao, that is, through the tea activities in pursuit of a true realization of the "Tao". The pursuit of the truth of the road, that is, through the tea activities in pursuit of the "Tao" of true realization, to achieve the cultivation of the body, taste of life.
So the tea is natural and simple for the flavor. Advocates of human behavior should be like tea, moving clouds and water, static as a mountain rock, smile as spring flowers, words as a mountain spring chanting, a hand, a foot, a smile should be from nature, let the nature of the heart, not pretentious, not artifice. The human spirit should follow nature, back to simplicity, so that the temperament is completely emancipated, so that their own state of mind to get quiet, calm, lonely, inaction, so that their own mind with the tea filled, as if they are fused with the universe, and sublimated to the "realization of my" realm.
To be a person with a normal heart, no artifice, not floating, not impatient, not humble, not greedy, not angry quiet heart. You can play the piano song and dance, you can recite poetry and paintings, you can watch the moon and enjoy the flowers, you can discuss the game, you can be alone on the landscape, you can also Cui'e hold Ou, you can read "Yi", you can also set the wine to help you enjoy yourself. Confucian students can be "happy and happy sex", Feishi can be "happy and healthy", monks can be "happy and comfortable". The Chinese Tea Ceremony is a way of cultivating the body and pursuing the self and the true nature.
In addition, the tea ceremony in the "real", including real tea, real incense, real flavor; the environment is the best real water; hang the best calligraphy and painting is the best famous celebrities of the real; with the best utensils are real bamboo, real wood, real pottery, real porcelain, but also contains a sincere people to be true, to honor the guests to be true, to talk to the sincere, the state of mind to be really free. Every detail in the tea business should be serious, every link is required to be true.
Love life, cherish life, make your body and mind healthier, more comfortable, let your life live more real, more peaceful.
Then, tasting tea in the "respect". The idea of honoring people is manifested in the naming of tea utensils and the understanding of tea. Tea people used to call the cup with a tray "Sancai Cup". Cup tray for the "earth", the lid for the "sky", the cup for the "people". It means that the sky is big, the earth is big, and people are even bigger. If even the cup, tray, cup cover together with the end up tasting tea, this take the cup technique known as "three talents in one", if only with the cup to drink tea, and the cup, cup cover are placed on the tea table, this technique is called "only my unique". On the understanding of tea, the ancients believed that tea is the sky connotation of the ground planted, people educate the spirit of the buds. For tea, heaven and earth have connotation of planting the merit and people have cultivated the merit, people have the most credit. Taoism is not bound by the name and religion, purely natural, open-minded and free chef attitude is also the Chinese tea ceremony of the way of life. Taoism said "no self" is the tea ceremony in the pursuit of "no I". Selflessness is not the elimination of the self from the physical body, but the elimination of the opposition between things and the self from the spirit, so as to realize the harmony with nature, and the heart of all things. "It is the highest pursuit of the state of mind.
Lastly, I quietly tasted myself, self-realization and feelings. I like the quiet, like that kind of floating, nothing, the meaning of freedom; like in the curls of the tea aroma to realize that the atmosphere of tranquility and ethereal. When the fragrance of tea slowly infiltrated every corner of the heart and lungs, the mind will be in the silence appears to be empty, the spirit will be sublimated in the silence, the thoughts will be in the silence and the natural world. This kind of rhyme fits my love for poetry and yoga, and they have the inner charm of being connected and dissolved. So I can't help mentioning again the quietness in tea tasting.
Silence is a necessary path in the practice of the Chinese tea ceremony. How to realize the mystery of the universe from a small teapot? How to taste life from the light tea soup? How to realize the nature of the mind in the tea ceremony? How to enhance the cultivation, character building and self-transcendence through the practice of tea ceremony? There is only one answer - silence.
Lao Zi said: "To the extreme emptiness, to keep quiet and certainty, and all things are made, I to observe the complex. The things are numerous, each return to its root. Return to the root is said to be quiet, quiet is said to restore life." Zhuangzi said: "the water is quiet, bright candles, flat in the standard, the master craftsman to take the law. The water is quiet and bright, and the spirit of the situation. The saint's heart, quiet, the world's reference also, the mirror of all things." The "method of quietness and tranquility" inspired by Lao Tzu and Zhuang Tzu is the supreme method for people to understand their mind, see nature, reflect on themselves, and realize their morality.
The Taoist method of "virtual quietness" has evolved into the Zen flavor of "tea must be tasted in silence" in the Chinese tea ceremony. Song Huizong Zhao Ji in the "Daguan tea theory" wrote: "tea for the things ...... light and leisurely clean, rhyme high to quiet". Su Dongpo in the "Kap Jiang fried tea" poem also wrote:
Live water must also be live fire cooking, since the fishing stone to take the deep clear.
The big ladle stores the moon in the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river into the night bottle.
The snowy milk has been turned over and fried at the feet, the pine wind suddenly made the sound of diarrhea.
It's not easy to ban three bowls of water from the withered gut, so I sit and listen to the length of the deserted city.
Vividly depicted Su Dongpo in the quiet of the moonlit night in the river to draw water fried tea tea, can be described as the tea realm of the quiet and secluded song of the ages.
The so-called "Zen tea" is a flavor. In the tea ceremony in the quiet as the basis for the quiet for the beauty of the poem there are many, such as the Tang Dynasty Huangfu Zeng's "Lu Hongjian tea picking encounter", written in the realm of quiet. The poem:
Thousands of peaks to wait for absconders, fragrant tea and clusters.
Picking to know the depths of the smoke and envy alone.
The temple is far away, the wild rice stone spring is clear.
The night is silent and the lamp is burning, and the sound of a rock is heard.
And Du Xiaoshan's "Cold Night" from the Song Dynasty is about the quietness of the night. The poem reads:
Cold night guest tea as wine, bamboo stove soup boiling fire first red.
The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the plum blossoms are different.
In the tea ceremony, quiet and beauty complement each other. Because the quiet is bright, quiet is virtual, quiet can be modest, quiet can be introverted hidden, quiet can be insight into the bright excitement, the body Road into the subtle. Get a word of quiet, you can see everything, think like the wind and clouds, and not be surprised. Taoism is the main quiet, Confucianism is the main quiet, Buddhism is even more main quiet. Writing poetry, doing articles, waving ink, all the same need to be quiet.
Take Zen as a metaphor for tea, take tea into Zen. Tea and Zen do have a thick and inextricable complex. In fact, we do not have to stick to the tea, tea good or bad, do not have to care about the advantages and disadvantages of tea work, do not have to stick to the etiquette of eating tea, just taste the soft and refreshing mist in the curls of tea, throw away the hustle and bustle of the world, temporarily forget about the troubles and strife, to experience that a quiet, that a faraway, that an elegant poetic mood.
With friends out of the teahouse, the sky drifted up a thin slanting rain, the street also drifted up a shadow of umbrellas, such as a clump of flowers. Raindrops hit the umbrella, splashing layers of water, like tulips opening. Rain delicate wind fine, ten thousand willows in the clear smoke, all this is so written, the rain like the world's curtain, separated from the clamor, separated from the boredom, leaving a kind of peace and tranquility. As if the joy of rain has penetrated every corner, there is not a single thing that does not feel satisfied.
Without umbrellas, we walked in the rain like that, the rain lightly touched the skin, cool and soft, face numb full of fine moisturizing. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer. Wide and straight road scroll-like endless spread to the far ......
5 Winter Wanderings By Pumi Rudrai
Today winter, the austere north wind, the sky also followed a chilly dim. Winter master collection, all the floating breath was quietly convergence, the mind also slowly quiet down, longing for a warm and comfortable space to rest.
Modern society is no winter, noisy and noisy is still endless pursuit, plan, cause, struggle, results. People in the midst of it, or involuntarily follow the current, or the Kunpeng spread wings of the heart Department of the far future, are in the stumbling not resting footsteps. Chinese New Year is the beginning of the year, but more psychosocial significance is the end of the year to summarize the results of the test. For this summary, in this gradually cold winter, people still can't stop resting, and nature with its virtue.
Winter and spring come and go, and the seasons change. The world, can never stop is the gurgling and passing of time. Floating and sinking, the human mind also changed, endless ideals, results, twists and turns back and forth. The days still pass by leisurely, without a sound. "Brother and sister-in-law, where do you come from? Whither are we going? What is pursued on the path of toil?" Has our mind ever been so perplexed on an ordinary day?
Under the Bodhi tree on the banks of the Ganges River 2,500 years ago, the venerable Sakyamuni prince Chodarmak Siddhartha pondered this question for a long time. All the envy of the rich and noble honor and glory are abandoned, because all this can not solve his heart trouble entanglement, six years of austerity in the snowy mountains, wasting has been to the human physiological limit. "Do not certify the truth of life bodhi holy fruit, vow not to leave this seat." Vow out and witness the star of great enlightenment. The mind is as clear as water, and the cause and effect of all things are clear. The venerable Buddha was born, and the fragrance of compassion and wisdom spread over ten thousand miles, and a bright light began to shine in the world.
The sea of dust is a long way off, up and down. A thousand pains and suffering through, "looking back, the person but in the lights." What else is there to say? "I've been searching for spring for a long time, but I can't see it, and I've stepped on all the mountain clouds with my shoes. Returning to smell the plum blossoms, spring has been very much in the branches." Yes, the water thousands of mountains trekked all over, only to realize that the Pearl of the LIXIL Palace was in my heart, but it is already gray sideburns and frost all over the head, how can this scene can not help but tears?
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. In this day of the first clouds, so that all the images of the calendar across the heart, the warm winter night, the wind whistling, Ying Ying a heart light up, shine that hidden nowhere in the haze of snow melted without trace.
6 The true meaning of Pumi Rudra
This morning, very good sunshine, he suddenly smiled: there is something to do to do, people will be idle nothing to do. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure that you'll be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level. After all, it is a difference in status, although it is a casual conversation or latent with the shadow of the idea of discipline, I smiled and did not reply. In fact, in "social" China, there is still no culture of leisure, leisure is given the potential meaning of laziness, sinful incompetence. Although in traditional culture we have Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden and Capricorn Wang's idyllic poems, they are not the mainstream, they are the decadent indulgence of "after the failure of the bright lord to meet the disappointment of life". "To the king Yao and Shun on, and then make the customs mellow" "for heaven and earth to establish the heart, for the people to establish life, for the past saints to succeed the extinction of learning, for the world to open the peace" is the ideal of the hundreds of orthodox intellectuals. The influence of the modern, leisure or can not show their face, justified to fight for their own status.
Leisure and doing is really not the standard of good and evil in life. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do anything about it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do something about it," he said. The first is that the first time I saw the world's most popular movie, I was in the middle of it, and it was the first time I saw the world's most popular movie, and it was the first time I saw the world's most popular movie, and it was the first time I saw the world's most popular movie, and it was the first time I saw the world's most popular movie, and it was the only time I saw the world's most popular movie. What is presented is the endless greed of the ruler, the lowly regard others as dirt. Wang Coronet, a man of cloth, abandoned his fame and fortune, and painted plums in a simple car in the mountains; Sanmao, a woman of wonder, roamed the world, visited the world without any constraints, and boasted of her pleasant nature. The show is a plain face and a plain heart, entertaining the feelings of the appropriate sex, a good faction of the free and easy.
The real face of their own minds, clear and empty without a trace of dross. Leisure and work is not a mirror, real, clear mind after everything is so mean enough. The so-called "lush yellow flowers are not Prajna, green bamboo is always true." Little by little, everywhere, are as fresh and amiable. Sip a cup of tea, calm and free; bloom a smile, weather million.
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