Early autumn is indifferent, washing away the heat of summer, tepid, leisurely coming and going. Autumn is dull and colorful, no matter whether it is heavy ink or heavy ink, no matter whether the lead is washed away, it is neither sad nor happy. I like this autumn, mature, steady, flowery but not frivolous, thick makeup but not tacky, a flower and a grass, thick ink and light ink are elegant. Autumn is suitable for drinking. Old osmanthus wine is mellow but not strong. Pour a glass and savor it. Boldness has a touch of elegance. Autumn is also suitable for tea tasting. Soak a pot of good Longjing, which has a strong aroma. Sip slowly and drink mellow in plain water.
Qiu Si lingering, autumn tired, blue sky, yellow leaves; The breeze is horizontal and the drizzle is oblique. This time is the best time for lovesickness.
Autumn is a vicissitudes season, autumn flowers, autumn rain and autumn wind, life is always perfect in the incomplete, and grows in the wind and rain.
Autumn is full of amorous feelings, and her charm can only be appreciated by a mature heart, just like a woman after the age of 30, only a mature man can taste it.
Autumn is full of fruits, but it is not obvious; Gorgeous, but not grandiose. Everything is so calm, demure, elegant and indifferent, such as the female body described by Leonardo da Vinci, but there is a sublime and holy brushwork beyond color. A weed, a dandelion, ordinary and simple, but still has its own charm, swaying in the rain, dancing in the wind, still, completing its own life. Life is a kind of beauty and time is a flower. As long as there is a normal heart, it will be beautiful when it is beautiful, and beautiful and open when it is open. There is no regret in this life.
Life is only half, half wind and rain, half sunshine; Half bright and half sad; Half the flowers bloom and half the flowers fall. Only an indifferent heart can bear the myriad joys and sorrows of the world. Open a flower to tea quietly; Leave a cup of tea idle until it tastes tasteless. It is also a realm.
People are simple and pure, so elegant. If the heart is indifferent, it will be simple. Mr.zhou is faint, and his heart is like white clouds; Simple, a flower and a grass can become the world. Plant a lotus seed in your heart and wait for it to open quietly. Fireworks on earth also have its true flavor, which is not persistent or entangled. It is also the taste of a pot of bitter tea and drinking some water. An autumn rain, a cold, several autumn rains, autumn is getting deeper and deeper. Autumn in Jiangnan is hazy. Between mountains and rivers, there is always a faint cloud of smoke, like smoke and fog. What an affectionate autumn! The breeze outside the window, the floating clouds outside the window, cicadas are chirping in bursts, telling the gibberish of love. I like to bend the autumn moon and hang it obliquely on the treetops, rendering the obscurity and ambiguity of "willow shoots on the moon, people meet after dusk"
The moon enters the cold pool and reflects the lotus shadow. Autumn water Brahma, silent and ethereal. Starlight takes the heart far away and goes deep into the soul. Gu Song Cooper Buddhist Temple is deep, and wooden fish sing in Sanskrit. A song of Li Na's holy name Amitabha, like the sound of nature, gives a restless mind a moment's peace. Where in life is Zen? A flower, a grass, a wind, a rain, a sand and a stone are all Zen, prajnaparamita and wonderful truths. Who can understand Prajna paramita in flowers? Who can break the middle of the leaf? I like both fireworks and Sanskrit, just like half fireworks, half bodhi, half love, half compassion, quietly facing a romantic window.
The mood is like the wind, the world is like a flower, the wind moves and the flowers shake, and the heart is calm. A string of wind, a flower language, open the poems of the years, read beautiful poems, look at the fleeting time, and the eyebrows are fragrant. Looking at simple words blooming with simple flowers and a glass of clean water in the breeze, my heart will be filled with faint happiness. Quiet and carefree, in the home of water. Love a person, love to simplicity, love to simplicity, only a cup of tea, a bowl of fried rice with eggs and deep love, this is true love. Love is a greeting when you are lonely, a cup of tea when you are thirsty, a dress in winter, a fan in summer, a wisp of kitchen smoke when you come home late, a lamp in the middle of the night, a towel handed to you at work, and a small umbrella window to read a volume of poetry when it is stormy. Love is knowing your mind without saying a word. Love is smiling at each other and crying silently. Love is the person who gives you hope in a disaster, waits for you silently all your life, pushes your wheelchair when you are seriously ill, feeds you and scrubs your body.
A cigarette flute, a touch of distant mountains, a pool of autumn water, and several egrets in Sha Ou. Autumn is quiet, indifferent and elegant. The sky is vast, the clouds are white, the wind is clear, the trees are all autumn, and the mountains are full of smoke.
It's early autumn, and autumn is not so strong. Lavender and pink morning glory, light posture, full of fields, is plain and quiet. Looking at the faint flowers, my mood is also faint. Walking in the field, stepping on the faint coolness of the breeze, feeling the boundless autumn, shallow cold and leisure. At any time in autumn, you can also appreciate Wang Wei's Zen idea of "people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the moon is quiet and the mountains are empty", which is not empty. Life is a rare leisure word, and people are elegant in their leisure time; Heart, a leisure is clear. White clouds and autumn waters are idle, egrets and Sha Ou are idle, fishermen who fish are idle, and people who read in bookstores are idle. Leisure is a kind of interest, which the ancients called leisure.
The rice is golden, the trees are green, and the thick green is mixed with some yellow, which makes this autumn have gorgeous colors and a light or thick autumn. I like this taste, mature, quiet, quiet and deep. "Drunk dream all day long, suddenly Wen Chun strong mountaineering. Because of the monk's words, I will stay for half a day. " Life is 36 thousand days, not as good as a monk's half-day leisure. Leisure is a state of mind, and only those who have no worries can understand its profound meaning. The heart is as idle as grass, the clouds are as light as water, and people have a little fairy spirit, surpassing the dust and becoming a lotus flower on earth.
A cup of tea, a glass of wine, drinking; A roll of classics, a roll of books, savor it; A glimpse of affection, a thought of concern, a lifelong yearning, a lifetime together, holding your hand, and carrying your son to the old age. * * * Listening to the breeze, * * * enjoying the flowers, the dull days, from youth to white hair; From dawn to sunset; From butterfly dance to flower dancing, and then to flower withering. Plain years, the most affectionate romance in the world. Write down each other's heartbeat in words, write down the heartbeat when flowers bloom, and write down the lingering when leaves fall. When you are old, take them out and read them quietly, so that you can remember the warm old days, the warm abandoned days, and let the mossy heart have the joy of flowers and moonshine.
Most people's love is just a mixture of lust, and secular fireworks make love yellow. Everyone is suffocated by fireworks and tortured by desire. At this time, it is better to read a volume of scriptures and listen to a Buddhist song to calm your heart and listen to its voice. The direction of the heart is our direction. Nothing to do, listening to music, taking a walk and climbing mountains. Into nature, between mountains and rivers, watching flowers bloom, listening to birds, chasing clouds month by month. All kinds of earthly things were forgotten in an instant, and nothing happened in my heart. I just want to be an idle person in my life, stay in love the water in the mountains, and be integrated with nature, and I can't tell which is you and which is me.
You can listen to the scriptures in the monk's hut, live in seclusion in Nanshan, build a small building with a close lover, raise some cats and dogs, plant some side dishes and flowers, snuggle up to watch the wind, listen to the rain and relax with the white clouds. It is also a great pleasure in life.
Wind, gentleness; Rain is flying. Pick a violet with rain and put it in a clean bottle to support a simple heart. Clarity is the background color of life, and my background color is a little cold, like autumn colors, cold and colorful. Violet, with tiny and delicate petals, is as elegant and noble as a simple and quiet heart. Every morning, I will make a cup of tea, sit by the window, gently turn on the computer and browse the three thousand worlds. In fact, everyone is a world, quietly coming in, quietly coming, quietly leaving, not surprised, not disturbing.
I like to wander in the text, reading those hearts full of aura, reading their gorgeous babbling, and there will be a dense fragrance between my lips and teeth. Words are spiritual, and she only loves spiritual souls. Hot as fire, cold as the moon, elegant as blue and white porcelain, idle as clouds, romantic as the wind, some gorgeous, some thin, different characters, different charm. In the article, the smell of women is a great pleasure in life.
Wandering quietly in the word world, talking to every favorite soul, the wind and rain outside the window, the screen is warm as spring. I like this situation very much, and suddenly I feel like a dream, specious. The virtual world has the truest heart. Taste tea, code words, write your own feelings, express your feelings, and have a real dialogue with your true self. No hypocrisy, no affectation, no grandstanding, I am me, I am me. The greatest happiness in life is to be the truest self. No cover, no cover, no whitewash. Simple, quiet and natural. At this moment, heart-to-heart dialogue, take off all the masks and wipe off all the powder. Don't care if you don't like it; What you love in your heart, wait quietly and pay attention silently. After mixing for a long time, there are also three or five friends who often ask questions, perform an online love, and care about each other warmly. At the moment, it doesn't matter what you put down and what you can't put down. Often, there is nothing in life that can't be put down, only the heart that can't be put down. Put it down, a flower and a grass will become an adult, and a sand and a stone will be pure land. If you can't let go, a grain of dust can cover your heart and eyes. Sitting quietly in a humble room, looking out the window, a curtain of misty rain. The fields in the autumn rain were silent, misty and somewhat hazy. The distant mountains are blue with condensed smoke, and the autumn water is like the sky. Bamboo shadows are swaying, and the shadows of trees are swaying. A layer of mist and a layer of faint kitchen smoke curl up in the fields.
Nature is the most ethereal picture, which can purify the dusty mind. Open the window and let in sunshine, bright moon, white clouds and breeze. The house is like this, and so is the soul. In any case, we must leave a window for the soul, let nature in and integrate with nature, and our hearts will be full of vitality. Will, raise your eyes. It's lush everywhere.
Life is a journey, passing by is full of scenery, and there is a peach blossom garden in my heart. A scene, a flower, a grass, a cloud and a water are all poems planted in the countryside. The apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the ancient road is blocked by the west wind; Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river; Drinking in the autumn night and faint osmanthus fragrance are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. Flowers in spring, rain in summer, moon in autumn and snow in winter are not worth remembering. Lover's arms, lover's tears, rolling poetry books, romantic memories, which one is not worth intoxicated? There is a golden room in the book. There is the heroic spirit of "raising clouds and sails to help the sea" and the ambition of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later", which is even more &; Lsquo If I don't go to hell, who will! "Swear that the whole world is deeply affectionate.
Words are expressive, words express ambitions, and words carry the road. I think, the role of words is just these three. Every word is from the heart, what you know is self-understanding, and what you don't know doesn't need to be understood; Every text has its own ambition. Birds have the joy of birds, and fish have the joy of fish. "If you are not a fish, how can you know the happiness of fish?" Birds don't know the joy of fish, and fish don't know the joy of birds. I just don't know if I don't know. If you meet in a narrow way, smile, and the river will not invade the well water; Every word has its own way. Tao is ordinary, in every drop of water, every grain of sand, every flower and every leaf. All Taoism is the same, there is no difference, and there is no need to denigrate each other.
Follow fate, follow fate. I love the warmth of summer flowers and the quiet beauty of autumn leaves; I love the magnificence of spring, and I like the emptiness and vastness of snow in winter. The dull years are only ups and downs, and there is a sonorous rhythm when you read them. When you have nothing to do, you meditate between green mountains, green waters, rocks and white clouds. Heart is connected with nature, and between heart and heart, it is like mountains and rivers in Wan Li, with magnificent clouds steaming Xia Wei, magnificent sunrise at sea and majestic breeze. When you gradually reach the point of no self, your body and mind will be gone, the wind and smoke will be quiet, and you will reach the Zen realm of "nothing, where is the dust". Law without me, people without me, time and space disappear, nothing &; hellip& amphellip
Read mountains, water and people; Taste tea, taste wind and taste the moon. A simple heart, simple things, simple people, simple feelings, simple quiet days, a simple and beautiful joy, neither thick nor light, neither deep nor shallow, is enough.
The path is far-reaching and inclines into the depths of Hanshan Mountain. Autumn in the forest is soft and charming. The small building is empty and the courtyard is deep, so quietly, quietly facing this shallow autumn. Time flies like water, always flowing inadvertently. In the meantime, I forgot to go home and forget myself.