Explanation: "Life is like a fog or a dream, and the fate of the world is still free."

The ancient culture of the country is bright and dazzling, the teachings of the sages and like sunshine and rain, for the later to solve the problems and answer questions, pointing out the way to the future generations to admire, I am especially. Buddha said: "How much love on earth, to meet the world of a thousand changes, and lovers, do happy things, do not ask is the fate of the hijacking. Every heart is born alone and broken, and most people spend their lives with this brokenness, because when they meet with the other half that can make it complete, they either miss it by negligence or have lost the qualification to own it." I seem to realize the meaning of this. "I seem to realize a little of this ...... Whenever there is a fork in the road or a crossroads in the course of one's life like grass or trees, or when I get lost or fall into a thick fog, the sunshine of the Sage ghostly always has a different kind of fondness for me, and it often lets me travel through the tunnel of time across the span of my life, looking for the answer to the question, and getting out of the maze. That is the fog of January 29, 2009 A.D., like a dream-like fog, but also real and illusionary slow dance in the beautiful coastal city of Weihai, can be described as a spectacle of clouds and fog. Fog, let a person again familiar breath, however, and who really understand the fog? The fog of nature, the fog of the heart, the fog of life ...... I have been writing for several years, and every time I write a chapter there is an impulse to do so. This time, I seem to be more than just an impulse so simple, people near the end of life, but also more rational and calm. Then I want to be quiet to read fog, to write fog, to understand it. Can be quiet down is not easy, a few efforts are finally quiet down, but no clue, the pen of the reach, the world is narrow. Fog, she came and went without a trace, confusing. I often think, this fog how close and mapping our life ah! When a ripe apple fell to the ground, when a butterfly out of the cocoon, when a leaf leaves the tree to return to the dust, is like a fog like a dream in the completion of the reincarnation; when the so-called genie of all things, in the completion of the journey of life stood on the bridge of Naiho, you are the shock of the world and sobbed like a fascination with the past, can not stop the end of the dream, five hundred years for the return of the eyes, even if it is five thousand years for each other to snuggle up. The clouds will eventually dissipate ...... A bowl of inescapable Mengbo soup, so that all your love and hate, suddenly back to the starting point, a blank. Like a dream like fog, like a fog like life, let me open up, violently recalled a few years ago when watching the "Dragon 8", which has a sentence: "Life is like a fog is also like a dream , the fate of the destiny is still free." The words "Life is like a fog, but also like a dream, and the destiny is still free." The title of this article was stolen from me by the author. Life is like a mist and a dream, and fate is still free. I do not dare to blindly look at the meaning to understand this sentence, hanging a leakage and not to mention, once misinterpreted or misunderstood, it does not let people laugh. However, ultimately did not find a satisfactory answer. I have no choice but to risk universal condemnation. The meaning of this sentence is that this life is like a dream, fog, many things look hazy, seemingly will not happen, but in the end it really happened; many things you seem to happen in the end but did not happen. So people live in this world, there is no need to be too paranoid, sometimes do not have to be too obsessive, human power in front of nature is so small, can not go to change any of the rules and regulations. So we should go with the flow when we live, and take things as they come. Only then people will be happy, only to live openly. Whether one is a monk or a human being, one must truly understand the foggy life before one can understand life. Don't get caught up in the material world and the realities of life. If you are disturbed by the material world and the realities of the world, then the suffering of life comes, and naturally you will not be able to transcend and ascend. Consequently, there is no self-compassion. I think this is probably its connotation. Life is like fog, fog is like life, when sober, often can not see the Zen, when confused but let a person realize a few points of truth. Just like pilgrims need to be enlightened, the confused need to pilgrimage. Life is impermanent, man is the first of all things, can be said to be fixed. You in the road of life may not be that day will encounter such a fog, big not to complain, perhaps with a normal heart to understand it, you will find your dream mirage in front of you. Maybe you are also a lonely passer-by, to be in a thousand pilgrimages, you see, you feel, you appreciate, is the essence of nature, the depth of mankind, you are not the Zen master of the transcendence? Of course, each of us is a passer-by, heaven and earth is long, the passer-by is in a hurry, the tide rises and falls ...... Perhaps you have long seen through the red dust, see through and what can be done? In this unpredictable world , you often hear the melodious bells, is not that you use their own painful life to ring the heart sound? Otherwise, then what is it that you hear? Do not tell me easily, do not need to answer, you can taste, slowly taste, I think one day maybe you understand, life is like this, you are in pain when looking for answers he will never have, although you see through the red red dust you have to live in pain. However, your pain allows others to get pleasure from you, everyone just thought you are also happy, then you still have pain? Devotion to make a wish, do not say it, say it is not spiritual, is an eternal mystery beautiful bottom. No one can solve, only you know, only you will pursue, only you will always be so persistent, as for the other is not important, everyone has everyone's enlightenment, just as everyone has their own road, everyone has their own life. Although life is destined to be a dream, we might as well make this dream more perfect. Time seems to flow like water, but life is to be returned. How to operate, win or lose is your own thing, life is just the Creator borrowed you a capital. Life is like a fog or a dream, and the fate is still free. Seemingly long but short fog-like life, and who will know how many bumps in the road tomorrow? The bell is still ringing, raise your smile and look at life with a smile. Everything in the world, and even the vast universe, are alive, the main sign of life is alive and dead! Flowers fall everywhere, leaves fall all over the street, but the next year and see the spring grass green, buds, buds on the branches. Fog, misty white fog, night, that calm sea level, did not reflect a star, only in the sea of my heart, the stars are still twinkling; dream, real dream, no snoring, no lightning and thunder, beside the ear, the old days of the strings, but echoed the melancholy music. Drink a glass of wine, quietly feel the curtain fog twilight exclamation, let me join the ranks of the prayers , to find a kind of freedom from the world; light a lamp, use it to shine out of their own shadows , to look at the darkness of the old things, to meet the beginning of the dawn! The day is not over, that is because the fog is not over; the night has just passed, that is because the dream has just begun ......