2, packing bags, only to find that a few years of youth to stay here can take away things, but very few. Perhaps life is so, all the way to accumulate, but also in all the way lost. Material can not fill the spirit of the empty, the spirit can not fill the material vacancy. A person, only have a big and broad heart, can accommodate thousands of wind and clouds, look down on the honor and disgrace.
3, not to say that each other encounter in a lonely foreign country, even if they meet in the crowded crowd, but also recognize who is your destiny that person. This is the so-called feeling, the fate of the people, in the fork in the road accidentally separated, there will be a red leaf pointing you to go to the other side of the search.
4, once said, the wish of this life, is to see a beautiful spring, a cup of tea, do a wash all the women. Life in the world, the original should be so, light heart strings, repair cause and effect.
5, drinking wine is self-deception, self-intoxication, tea is self-awakening, self-explanation. People in the world, most of the love wine, that all the troubles, can be a bowl of drink, but do not know drunkenness is even more sad. And drinking tea can clear the mind, a few light tea, like jade jelly, after tasting the trouble since the elimination.
6, said the world phase of confusion, we often lose themselves in the smoke of the world sea, and the dust of the smoke and fire is always choking you and I do not dare to breathe freely. Thousands of sails, looking back at the year, the pure dream has long since faded away, and now the years left behind, just a full moon desolation. When you walk alone in the red dust strangers, whether you will feel that the shoulder strap is filled with human stories, while the heart is more empty. At this time, we need to rely on some memories to feed the silence, pawn some days to moisturize feelings.
7, life should be deleted to stay simple, let things sway, the heart is always like a lotus, quiet bloom. Just like thousands of streams, eventually to merge into a river, gurgling clear, simple and quiet.
8, the water meet immediately turn around is not a fault, bone love is not perfect. In the destiny of the fate of the encounter, we really have no other way.
9, the world's thousands of flavors have been tasted by the ancestors, read a number of cautionary tales, we still can not help but repeat the same mistakes. They have walked the road, suffered the pain they have suffered, and made the same mistakes.
10, time is a pen of the first green, with such as flow of ink to write the years of planning good books, from the Tang wind and Song rhyme to the Ming and Qing dynasties, from the spring flowers to the autumn moon, we are in a different story, deducing the same theme, the time is a walk a thousand years of pen, from the beginning to the end, it seems to be a flowery life, but I don't know where to start.
11, the world, not only spirits can be intoxicated, not only hot love will be carved, sometimes, a light, more can be a long time fragrance; a kind of unintentional, more can be haunting; a simple, more can be sustained a lifetime.
12, if life is a practice, that we have to do, is to find a clean world, hand in hand, laughing at the wind and clouds, so not to live up to a world of good times.
13, in fact, he is only a small town passer-by. From where to return to where to go, just dozens of years of time, but with the years borrowed a shell. I always believe that the body is just a decoration, only the soul can be free to take away, do not need to give anyone account.
14, in this world of light and strange, no one can live the day by day. But I always believe that walking through the lake, years and mountains, those who have been through the past, tasted all the people, will be more vivid and clean. The time will always be a spectator, all the process and results, need to bear our own.
15, even if she was hurt, but also will be well covered, perhaps she felt, happy is everyone's happiness, sad is a person's sadness. To say so, not to glorify how great she is, but some people are never willing to let others see their own injuries.
16, experienced, we know that the flow of light is only a spectator of life. It seems to swim with the beings with the red dust, but clearly left behind. So many of the life and death of the separation, clutch sadness and happiness, it is frankly treated. The people's life, by the time to catch up, time is still the same, not in a hurry, not slow.
17, I like Eileen Chang, like a person, no need to cause, do not ask the cause and effect. Like her youthful solitude, like her encounter with the love of the unrepentant, but also like her life at the end of the group to live in isolation. It is such a woman, in the windy and turbulent Shanghai Bund, without effort, will dance all the light of the bright moon. Floating and sinking a few times, looking back once the sea, she finally chose to turn around magnificently, far away from the end of the world. The first time I saw her, I was so proud of her that I never fell in love with her easily, and I didn't want to let her down so easily.
18, everyone's life is in the interpretation of a scene and a scene of the play, or true or false, or long or short, or happy or sad. You play in this play that I, I play in that play this you, each smile, each tears. The end of a play means the beginning of another play, so we do not have to be too immersed in yesterday. You remember or you forget, life is a cycle, come and go, there has never been the slightest stop.
19, if love is a play, then, in the play has not yet curtain, let us give up each other, to keep a period of cold and warm memories. In the absence of your day, I will also be as I wish, in the absence of my day, you also have to cherish their own.
20, there is a kind of regret, called miss; there is a kind of fate, called to start over.
21, Buddha in each person, have written down the wordless scriptures, only to be deciphered by those who have the destiny. Buddha to each piece of land, have set up a profound riddle, just waiting for a person to guess.
22, the real peace, not to avoid the hustle and bustle, but in the heart of the hedge planting chrysanthemum. Despite the flow of past events, each day is still the sound, as long as we eliminate the obsession, can be silent and peaceful. If it is possible, please let me advance a period of time like lotus, even if one day in the future to pay back double. There is no way to know when this rainy season will stop. But I do know.
23, any cherished, not for the sake of long life, but hope that the day of parting, you can be at ease to wave, say goodbye.
24, rather than entrusting the heart to fame and fortune, it is better to deliver with a plant, a petal flower, even if it is sinking, but also will not go to a path of destruction. The desire for fame and fortune can never be filled, and the truth and purity of nature will not bring harm to the world. We can freely travel with a wisp of wind, pillow a white cloud rest, pull a round of bright moon.
25, the change of dynasties, mountains and rivers will change; the world will change, in fact, we do not need to go out of our way to pursue what forever, live in the present, do every thing they want to do, go to every city and their destiny, look at every moving scenery, cherish every passer-by, even after experiencing the ups and downs of the world, tasted all the pain, but also have no regrets.
26, life is simple, love without words. It's us, the days are so alarming, the years see that kind of impermanence. The year, in the fingertips slowly slipped through. I wish that the moon will always exist, the heart is quiet.
27, in fact, who are not wrong, are destined destiny, can not avoid when it comes to go, can not be retained.
28, living in the dust, light hearted, sober and calm, at ease.
29, people and people's destiny, sometimes just a moment; people and things of the destiny, but can maintain a lifetime. Sanmao and the text, so the bond of incomprehension, making her life as drunk.
30, this book of life, read the understanding, adding trouble and despair; read do not understand, but also left in vain regret and sadness.
31, it is said that time is the best medicine, but you feel overwhelmed by the time, such as the delivery of everything to time, it will let you forget to forget, so that you carelessly from a story into another story.
32, many people have done years of slavery, hurriedly with the time behind, forgetting what they wanted to pursue at the beginning of what they get today.
33, when pleased, time is always swiftly passed, as if not yet properly enjoy, the good will fade away without a trace. Disappointment, then feel the slow flow of years, the distance between the fall and spring is so far away.
34, to the wind and rain into yesterday, gathering and dispersal into the past, you can put down everything, Zen silence and calm.
35, every tomorrow is unknown, even if the boat with the water, or to throw stones.
36, the memory is shallow, only in an unintentional situation, will recall if not. When the water, so a go no return, take away, there is a most beautiful time.
37, the so-called poetry and wine while in years, and only when the youth is in full bloom will dare to squander time, a drunken pleasure. Ten years later, and then go back to look back, only to find that the red dust as a dream, we but in the dream to do a spring, autumn and evening of addiction. Tired of the colorful dust, only love the years of happiness, only hope that there can be a proper place to return to, arrangement of their own. Before that, no matter how much you know about the world, read a lot of books, still can not do calm and relaxed. The world, must be personally taste, to know its true flavor; long road, must be personally, to know its length and distance.
38, everyone has had a youth, have had a brilliant love like fireworks, although brief, but never forget. In this world, there are many things that can be rolled back, but the lost time and missing emotions, is gone. Even so, once had who can not erase, those fragments are sealed in memory, long and not fade. So, we will always think of a yellowed old photos and gaze for a long time, will be heard by chance an old song two tears, will be a long time to meet and touched.
39, in the early fall, wearing a dusky dress, have a garden in the south of the Yangtze River, see the lotus in the pool, fell out of the last flowers. Crescent moon boat, the remnants of the lotus orange stalks, such as a section of the old love, the old story. Think of Li Yishan's sentence: stay with the remnants of the lotus to listen to the sound of rain. The poetic charm of this room, so that the cool heart, late dream, also has a kind of speechless beauty. The only thing I savor is a cut, clean time.
40, don't ask me where I am, we are all in order to live freely, scattered to the ends of the earth. Life is a dream, white clouds, this day you see flowers like snow, tomorrow has been buried deep in the fallen flowers, time will slaughter us, one day are to be lynched. This is not cruelty, all the time is squandered by ourselves, no one can replace who.
41, a few rain, a few rolls of lotus wind, Jiangnan is already smoke and water.
42, this rainy season will stop when, there is no way to know. But I know, if you are well, it is a sunny day.
43, the so-called heart of the country is quiet, the heart of the movement of the movement of all things. The real freedom is to know that the loss from the fate, know how to be happy with the situation.
44, those who vowed to live and die with the red dust ****, are choked by the world of smoke and fire tears, by the wind and frost swords hurt hundreds of holes, also can not help but blame who, life is more drama, the world is too unpredictable. They lamented the reality is too cruel, all the utilitarian love and prosperity of all, are just a mirror illusion.
45, history is a book of blood-colored scrolls, by the hasty time page by page turn over, under the barren grass, white bones, above the water, blood flow into a river.
46, in this life, I would like to do a light cut of plum blossoms, blooming proudly in the snow, with the long-cherished wish of this life, with the next life of the plum township.
47, never the earliest, never the latest.
48, walked through that dreamy youthful years, our shoulders have more of a responsibility, the idea is also more rational. Love is no longer frivolous, but steady and deep.
49, we are all earthly theater, thought off the costume, in the play before the end of the escape, you can avoid the tragedy, but do not know the life of the play has just begun.
50, look at the world scenery, know that all beings are not easy. How many years of deep love, in exchange for the clutch gathering and dispersal, the distant past from the calm and sad. In the past, I loved all the elegant and beautiful things, and now I have no desire, all things in the world, no need to modify, only simple and simple, so as not to lose the flavor. As in life, more white space, then clean and no competition.
51, the real calm, not away from the hustle and bustle, but in the inner cultivation hedge planting chrysanthemums, even if the flow of the past, the waves are still the same, to give up the obsession, you can be silent and peaceful.
52, the book and the heart of the end of the heart is not dead, the ice string broken and the remains of the sound. Yesterday, the lake waves have been painted with the colorful clouds, sleeping for a light dance in the moonlight lotus.
53, such as water years, such as water time, originally soft and sentimental, but it is a sharp knife, cut my face, cut our youth, cut our remaining dreams, leaving only the fragmented memory.
54, everyone, there is a city of their own, whether that city is broad or narrow, is prosperous or cold. As long as the city is inhabited by a person they miss, a memory, a piece of scenery, will stay for a lifetime.
55, do not escape, this world, no one can replace you to mature.
56, in the world of us, to hold the light, less obsession, more of a Zen heart; dust in the world, even if we are wearing a gorgeous coat, but also never fly out of the dark night.
57, after the breeze, the shade of the trees, this spring seems to be as long as the year, but the scene is in a hurry, the curtain of the flowers, such as the loss of years, between the traffic, no trace. The rise and fall of the ages, but the floating dust between life and death, life regrets too much, even if history repeats itself, but also can not change its vicissitudes of the world.
58, what is life, is in the early spring of March, see a group of swallows, in the ancient courtyard mud nesting. It is in the cool summer, see the pool full of lotus, lonely growth in the water. It is in the windy late fall, to see a falling leaf, quietly rushed to a beautiful death. In the snowy winter night, see a white fox, hiding in the cold mountain forest.
59, the falling sun, autumn water without dust. Leaning on an old window, have seen the falling flowers flying rain, and see the bright moon at noon. Finally understand, as long as the inner clarity, even in a chaotic world, the storm clouds rise, the day can also be simple and clear and bright. Li Bai has a poem: "Today's people do not see the ancient moon, the moon has shone in ancient times." Indeed, no matter what the world of mountains and rivers, rain and clouds, that a round of bright moon, always net as glazed, thousands of miles of clarified gray.
60, life gains and losses coexist, you have the wind, you have to return the moon.
61, in the love and hate, warm and cold intertwined with the red dust road, everyone, along the heart of the expected direction forward, should be a regret. Because any indecision and hesitation, are the failure of the time, one day, the youth is confiscated, we do not even have the qualification of dreaming.
62, if this world of meeting and parting, can be clean as one, then we should be grateful for the warmth of this earthly fate.
63, in fact, no one is wrong, but the fate of the destiny of the destiny, come time can not escape, go time also can not be retained. Water and flowers, in the end, who is sentient, who is not sentimental. Perhaps there is no love, but a chance encounter in the red dust, once respectively, two no trace.
64, a ride in the landscape, a passer-by, a story, when leaving, who also do not have to explain to whom. Both are destined to be separated, then the end of the world, you and I, each good, whether or not the sunny day, is not important.
65, we always like to compare life to a card game, everyone wants to put the hands of the deck of cards to play well, knowing that the winners and losers are destiny, but not until the end who also refused to admit defeat.
66, poetry and pictures can only occasionally embellish the day, and can not be taken as the whole of life. People who really know how to live will know that the real fireworks is really happy, the piano, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers can only be a pleasure.
67, we are on earth Ping Guest, no one destined to be a lifetime of stability. Not over to the whereabouts of unknown, or old and unsupported, to the end, a small mound is our **** with the homecoming.
68, years and years of change, many of the scenery have changed the new face, but the flow of light can not wash away a trace of past memories. However, the memory is also stingy, only to those who have experienced.
69, when life comes to an end, will feel many years of trekking, the original just to go to a brilliant and lonely ending. When we see in front of the mulberry outlet is once the sea, see today's world is the past clouds, see this day's farewell is yesterday's reunion. In fact, it is only the return of all the earth's scattered hands.
70, any how stubborn you are, how firm, will eventually be the wind and rain wet lapel, by the years stained with dust.
71, the childhood that drowsiness did not wake up the dream, paid to the flow of years, the only time as the shadow of the shadow of the followers, to the death.
72, finally understand, some roads, can only walk alone, those about to walk with the people, together with the rainy season, walk through the years, but one day will eventually be lost in a ferry. The red dust strangers, walking alone, green roses whisked over the lapel, green clouds wet promise.
73, flowers bloom to see Buddha, where is Buddha? The wilderness of ten thousand acres of fading, a green grass is Buddha; quiet and silent snowy night, a pot of charcoal fire is Buddha; boundless sea, a flat boat is Buddha; colorful world, simple is Buddha; turbulent and noisy days, peace is Buddha. When will we see Buddha? Waiting for the flowers to bloom in the flow of years, keeping the true simplicity in the prosperous place, and cultivating the heart in the chaos, that is, the visible Buddha.
74, every corner of the world, are just a station.
75, whether there is a place, you have not come, the first encounter has been a long time. There is a grass, a tree, a dust, a soil, are presented in the dream, with a kind of world of strangers and familiar.
76. The rain of apricot blossoms and the breeze of Nymphaea, a new section of lyrics is played and sung in a flat and oblique manner. The sound of the strings is like a dream, but when I wake up, it's already a sea of change.
77, perhaps love must be hurt to the point of no return, before you can see sober and clear.
78, retain a memory just a moment, think of a memory is forever.
79, the ups and downs of life, looking back just light wind, not too obsessed with their own past, but the dust is changing, we must be staggering posture, in the bustle of the city to explore a suitable way of life.
80, looking back, our busy, and can not leave any mark in time. And the text, but has an indelible memory, he will remember all your past.
81, when I was young, I was only thinking of getting out of the stone bridge in the water town, and from then on, I was a passer-by who went to the ends of the earth.
82, Buddha degree of destiny, this process, perhaps a moment, perhaps a lifetime.
83, life as a tea process, this tea, you can drink an hour, you can drink a day, a month, a year, you can also taste a lifetime.
84, time does not wait, grass and trees in order, thousands of years of Ming and extinction, death and fire, that roaming cellar smoke, like a quiet and mysterious scenery, fell on the quiet earth. Green water and clear waves, distant mountains condensation, is the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, is also a porcelain repeatedly depicted in the background. The old mountains and rivers have passed, people are like smoke, leaving the ancient porcelain on the blue, implicitly telling the year of the yin and yang.
85, some people in their own small world, guarding the simple stability and happiness, not alarmed by the life. Some people in the chaotic world, with a gorgeous posture to deduce a scene of sadness and happiness in life.
86, the real enlightenment, not only in the restlessness to get peace, but also from the loneliness to get relief. It is not only the release of enthusiasm, but also the coldness can be calmed.
87, such as the dream of South River, always like a dream in the heart of everyone. How many travelers in a hurry to meet in the landscape, from the willow willow embankment, ferry to the bank of the road to the fireworks. Those who have come to this sentimental place because of the original calm and free heart, but also began to have attachment. Always can not help but fall in love with a small building in the rain and smoke in the tea of leisure, fell in love with the afternoon sunshine napping laziness, fell in love with a flower's happy face, a cut of the romance of the flow of light. We should believe that everyone comes to earth with a mission. No matter how ordinary and small he is, how insignificant, there is always a corner that will set him aside, there is always a person who needs his presence.
88, that night pick all the lamps, there are still so many words that are too late to tell.
89, no one, dare to say that they are absolutely innocent - the world of the dye tank, will not favor anyone.
90, perhaps I am your previous life has been unable to crack the chess game, you are my life can never guess the bottom of the riddle.
91, not all people, can be in just the right years, meet just the right person. Even if you meet the right person, you may not be able to give you the love you want.
92, calm is the posture of life, calm is the eternal sentiment.
93, everyone's life is to experience flat and bumpy, joy and sadness, together and apart. Today you see the geese flying south, tomorrow and now the lack of the moon becomes round, how many flowers full of branches, there will be how many autumn leaves.
94, always thought that the days spent in the snooze, but do not know how many people try to find ways to let themselves get through this life.
95, some roads can only be walked alone. Those who invite good peer, walk through the years together, but one day will eventually be separated in a ferry. Walking alone in the red dust strangers, green roses whisked across the lapel, green clouds wet promises. The mountains and the water can be forgotten, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other. The only thing that you can do at that time is to have a person's happiness in the world, and a person's fine water.
96, the past memories, brewed into a pot of moonshine, as long as each other miss the time, take a taste. This is also regarded as, you have me, I have you; also regarded as never give up, good dream come true.
97, the lotus bloom summer, Hangzhou Lu Guanxiang, as always, simple and quiet. Lane paved with green stone, scattered with the ancient city of light fireworks, occasional pedestrians walked leisurely, the memories of the trance left behind in time. This is a smell the wind can dream of the city, we will often be some small tenderness and touched submerged into the heart, forgetting that they are in fact only a small town of the passer-by.
98, the world's wind flow, Acacia may not be able to rise from the dead, but can certainly smooth out the wounds of time. When you are young, and Shaoguang may be the enemy, really old to the heart covered with a thick layer of moss, but willing to Shaoguang, turning enemies into friends. Because you need to rely on its existence, to recall those fine water flowing past.
99, encounter a person, only a moment, in love with a person, often a lifetime. The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one. In the destiny of karma, we really have no other way. Often think, do a clear and pure woman, do a calm and peaceful woman, do a compassionate and kind woman, live peacefully, do not ask for much love, will not give birth to much resentment. Whether it's glory or hardship, whether it's happiness or sadness, it's all the same.
100, people say, backpacks, is a guest; put down the baggage, found the hometown.