The journey of life is a trekking journey of life, but also a trekking journey of the mind, but also a journey of spiritual sculpture, wonderful and cozy, difficult and tortuous. I have a date with the mind, so that the mind lightly dance and fly, with longing for an easy stroll; I have a date with the mind, give the mind a pair of wings, with dreams soaring in the sky; I have a date with the mind, in the quiet space of the mind, write the words of the soul, so that the mind embarked on the road to chase the dream ...... --Title
A date with the mind, poetic walk
Each person has a most intimate confidant, when time to get along, moment by moment, that is the echo of the valley of the heart. There, all the grievances, tears, vulnerability, strength, happiness, it is all inclusive, deep understanding. Every person has a best friend, that is the quiet of the late night, the silence of solitude. There, you can hear the sound of flowers blooming, can hear the chirping of the heart, and can feel the beauty of heavenly music.
People walking in the world, not to confine self-binding drag chain, but to open arms easily stroll! The happiest thing in life is not to go with the flow and sit on the watch, but to water the garden of the soul. Be your own best friend, hammering in solitude, blooming in silence, soaring in freedom!
Jing, is the best realm of life, is the best Zen state of mind. Quietly alone in a corner, quietly pick up a book, quietly listen to a song, quietly miss a person, quietly think about some things, quietly cast off a thought. Quiet, like an old tea, the peace and calm dissolved into the tea, filtered out the hustle and bustle, infiltrated by a silk cool, Teng Sheng out of a burst of fragrance ......
In the quiet of the night, calmly come to the examination of introspection of their own: the blankness of the heart with what to fill it? The colors of life should be painted by what? How to perform the music of life? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Sometimes I feel like being a spectator is such a pleasant thing! Look at the children's play, read the moving poetry, watch the touching drama, watch the wind and clouds, appreciate the sunset, can not help but let me more than just a sigh of relief, thoughts of ......
A song of a long chant, a shallow greeting, a true confession, enough to let the tears of moving down. It turns out that the color of life is not just black and white, the beauty of life is not just a halo, the abundance of the heart does not lie outside.
The journey of life, bumpy, wind and rain, looking back dozens of years, the jade tree to see the elephant. Walked through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, through the wind and rain, tasted the sweet and sour, savored the sadness and joy, looked at the landscape even the sky, appreciate the mountain flowers, witnessed the sunrise and sunset, viewed the tide tide, peeped over the cloud rolled cloud Shu ......
It turned out that the landscape of the beautiful, not in the deep, but in the spirit of the show; the mountain flowers of the rosy
In fact, between forgetting and remembering, between gain and loss, between love and hate, on top of the withered grass and cold ice, temporary splendor, but a finger of quicksand, aged a period of years. The only thing you can really keep is your inner peace, tranquility and happiness!
The temperature of the heart, such as the feeling of people drinking water; the sound of flowers blossoming, only they can hear. The flavor of the tea, but also only their own taste. When you are alone, you are free to roam in your own spiritual kingdom and walk leisurely in your own spiritual garden. At this time, to insert a pair of beautiful wings to their hearts, let the mind wandering in the clear river, vast grasslands, quiet woods, in the sun, wind, rain, feel the beauty of life, dissolve the temporary unhappiness and haze, so that the dull and depressing room of the heart, penetrate into the bright sunshine and fresh air; so that the cloudy sky of the heart, a little more azure, clear and calm.
Give the mind a space, with longing, easy to walk; give the mind a pair of wings, with a dream, soaring in the sky. Let the mind walk in the dome of the sky, thinking in tranquility, blooming in silence, only wishing the years to be quiet! Don't ask who smells the fragrance, don't sigh like water flowing, don't let the sadness pale the color of life. In the purity of the dashing show a smile, in the grace of a wave of a posture. Walk through the wind, walk through the rain, walk through the seasons, walk through yourself, walk through life!
In this quiet and warm Mid-Autumn Festival night, meet the soul, once again came to the melting moonlight, poetic and easy to stroll. Tonight, the moonlight is so light, the fragrance of flowers is so intoxicating. Tonight, outside the window, the moonlight like water, light diarrhea window pane, a light osmanthus flavor, with the gust of wind, curls into the heart of the court, into the heart. At this moment, roaming in this full of romantic poetic garden of the soul, feel so relaxed and cozy, so relaxed and happy ......
Second, parked, the harbor of the soul
When the sun ended the day's journey, the last trace of the light collected, when the The night slowly pulls back the curtain, the lights, the end of the night, I gently rowed the heart boat, slowly moored in the quiet harbor, to give themselves to that wonderful space and time, so that the mood in the moonlight in the dense, rising, so that the soul in the realm of the remote in the dance, flying ......
A person alone in a corner of the hidden place This may not be spacious enough to accommodate only one person's world, but it is not lonely, lonely. Habitat here, chewing on words, listening to music, enjoying the mood, flying dreams; Habitat here, quiet and comfortable, passionate and happy ......
Moorings, in the harbor of the soul. When you are tired and sleepy, you like to snuggle up and stay here to feel the sun-like warmth, moonlight-like haze, poetic rhyme beauty. This calm, warm and pleasant harbor, each day carries my surging passion, each day witnesses the joy of my harvest, each day shows me the beauty and hope.
Mooring, in the harbor of the soul. Gently close your eyes, put on the headset, immersed in a soft and delicate music such as muslin curls of smoke, the heart with the flying, it is colorless, tasteless and invisible, but more mellow than wine, more fragrant than flowers, more charming than the moon. The ethereal and ethereal music, though as distant as the music of the sky, is gently clasping my heartstrings, melting my heart and mind with points, and moisturizing my heart with drops ......
Mooring, in the harbor of the soul. Let the mind in the music shuttle stroll, let the mind to accept the baptism of music. A song [cloud water Zen heart] haunting ears, the sea of the heart with the microwave light moving water, ripples of layers of ...... think about the love, think about the idea of the request, think about the gain, think about the loss of a consideration. Feel the taste of the quiet feeling of that "spoils and insults, idly watching the flowers blossom and fall in front of the court; to stay and go without intention, roaming with the sky outside the clouds rolled Shu" supreme state of mind, all the unhappy filter filtering, worry and melancholy suddenly with the wind lost, the mood of the open, open and frank a lot of.
Mooring, in the harbor of the soul. A handful of love, rubbing ten thousand wai, hold a cup of tea, accompanied by a wisp of clear sound, wandering in the sea of literature, intoxicated by the poetic ...... keyboard with the mind jumping, the mouse with the mind wandering, the mind and the text *** dance with the song. At this time, my mind is floating, the heart surging, the heart of the gleaming, the heart of the flowers blossomed ...... at this moment, the narrow space, suddenly feel the spring, colorful, fragrant fragrance ......
Mooring, in the harbor of the mind. Here away from the red dust of the chaos, noise, temptation, custody. Here, combing their thoughts, feeling the sweet and sour of life, looking forward to a better future. It makes me feel so hearty, spontaneous, so calm, calm ...... Here, I am always bathing in the breath of spring, feeling the blazing heat of summer, savoring the sweetness of autumn, and appreciating the whiteness of winter.
Moored, in the harbor of the mind. The tranquility of this shore is my spiritual station, my spiritual source. When laboring, here, a short rest, replenish energy; when injured, here, licking wounds, meditation; when disappointed, here, searching for the true meaning of life, feel the beauty of human nature; when confused, here, searching for detection, accurate positioning of the way forward; when frustrated, here, circling back to save, and re-raise the sail of the voyage ... ...
Mooring, in the harbor of the soul. The tranquility of this shore is my spiritual garden, my spiritual home. Here, I can get a kind of peace and comfort, a kind of passion and vigor. There is no sadness and sorrow, but there is happiness and joy; there is no loss and pessimism, but there is confidence and hope. Here, I can wash away the lead, cleansing dust; here, I can remove the disappointment, rooted hope; here I can firmly believe, rekindle hope ......
Parking, in the harbor of the soul, is how clean, how leisurely!
Mooring, in the harbor of the soul, is how quiet, how cozy!
Mooring, in the harbor of the mind, is so leisurely, so comfortable!
Mooring, in the harbor of the mind, is so wonderful, so enjoyable!
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Third, stationed, the heart of the sea
Beauty is everywhere, grooming; the sea is everywhere, all kinds of forms. Everyone's heart has a piece of the sea belonging to their own, in my heart, there is also a piece of the sea, it is broad, remote, deep, blue, pure. It is filled with Zen-like wonderful and calm, it is the most quiet harbor in my heart, the most beautiful peach source. I don't expect it to be so gorgeous, I just want to keep that piece of tranquility, that wisp of light wind ......
Stepping on the cool breeze, bathing in the bright moonlight, listening to the soft melody, as if in the grassy seaside walk leisurely, watching that green water against the blue sky, enjoy the sound of that line of clouds and flowing water, cleansing the fatigue, delightful mood. Like the heart - the sea, that beautiful and affectionate place, there are elegant and quiet wharf, there is a vast and broad bosom, there is the landscape of the sea and sky, and the romantic and lingering story ......
In order to this turquoise blue and big, I am looking forward to every day! I'm looking forward to the day when I will be able to be with it, because it carries an incomparable happiness, joy, it is in the place where I travel, waiting for me to feel it. It is the outpouring of my heart, it is my beautiful sentiment. You see that the flowers are thankful, the grass is withered, the leaves are yellow, but the heart of the sea, but always calm, blue, vast.
Like to listen to the sound of the sea, more like to stop and look far away, gazing at the sky and sea intersection, so that thoughts such as kites with the sea breeze flying. When you are tired, tired, this is always the rest of the harbor. Here, you can laugh and cry; here, you can clearly hear - from the soul of the solo; here, you can really feel - thoughts such as the waves embracing the reefs scattered bunches of pearl-like flowers.
The day ripples from the moon slanting past, the sea of the heart ripples layer by layer, playing the night of the string song of elegance. The most touching notes in life, the interpretation of elegant, soothing, romantic, the softest emotions in the heart, where the waves kissed the beach like a leisurely release ......
At this moment, the sea of the heart, flooded with slight ripples, blowing a wisp of the soft wind. Accompanied by the wind and the moon and the music, every listen to every sense, every sense of every intoxicated, forget to wander the sea of the heart, enjoy that at ease, easy, elegant, quiet ......
Since I can not stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, then let me become a fluttering seagulls, so that my soul is free and calm, so that I can use the heart of the piano accompanied by the waves of the sea to sing with passion, to play the elegant music. I'm going to play the elegant music; I'm going to dance with the colorful clouds with my heart wings, to fly the dream of the sea!
The wind kisses the moon, the moon shadow sinks into the heart of the sea, the heart of the boat Ran Shu Penny, Penny light swinging heart wave ...... in order to the bottom of the heart of that hope, I hope that this life will always be stationed in the heart of that piece of sacred sea. Let the true love as a sail, let the affection as oar, Yang pull the sail of happiness, rowing life of the oar, let the heart boat with the wind sail, slowly, gently, sailing in the direction of that sea ......
Fourth, guard, the garden of the heart
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle of seasons. Spring has a hundred flowers in the fall, summer has a cool wind and winter has snow. Nature seems to be a natural colorful belt, the earth dress up into a piece of beautiful garden. This garden of colorful scenery, bring people how much thought, how much longing, can not help but let a person touch the scene, a thousand feelings. It attracts more than a few artists to draw how many beautiful scrolls, more than a few literati wrote how many moving poems. All things quiet observation are self-completion, only know how to appreciate the people, to realize the beauty of it.
Full of spring, the breeze blew slowly, the fragrance of the air, curling and floating, and felt refreshed. In the "hundred gardens", relaxed and happy ...... looking at a piece of blooming clusters of flowers in front of us, quietly watching the gardeners that watering, fertilizer, weeding, combing the back of hard work. A wave of admiration, came to life. Let me can not help but sigh to: beautiful flower garden, need gardeners carefully designed, hard work, can bloom the most colorful fragrance. The garden of the heart, I think, is also the same.
Everyone's mind, should be blooming a garden with different landscapes. It is the return of our hearts, but also our happy memories of the corner ...... there is a world full of charm, spring flowers, summer fruit, autumn real, winter grass, clustered into life along the way a road charming scenery. It is because of this garden of the heart, life can be in adversity to spit out the intoxicating fragrance; life can be in the success of the colorful, life can be in the enjoyment of full of warmth and happiness ......
The garden of the heart, in the person's life, will be full and emit a unique and wonderful scenery, wisdom and strength. In different stages of human life, different periods of time, the garden of the heart is different, the scene is also different. The garden of childhood is pure and flawless, the garden of youth is full of fantasies, the garden of youth is passionate, the garden of middle age is profound, and the garden of old age is generous and far-reaching.
The famous writer Liang Xiaosheng wrote in the "garden of the soul": who does not want to have a small garden? Even if it is a ten feet of land! If there is, contemporary people will be surrounded by a wooden fence. The wooden fence, I think, will be arranged as beautifully as possible according to the conditions and wishes of each person. Then, in the spring, they would sow flowers or transplant them. Then, I hope that my favorite flowers will grow and bud day by day and bloom in the summer. They will fade in the fall, but they are not sad. Carefully collected the flower seeds, to be planted again next year, I believe the flowers can bloom more beautiful ......
Thoughts, by this image and wonderful words, haunted, read over and over again, over and over again to taste, following his description of the garden of the mind, so I can not help, unknowingly into the garden of the mind of the celebrities, to explore an The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in a different way.
What is the garden of the painter Van Gogh? I can not help but guess. I think, it should be full of sunflowers as hot as the sun. The petals are burning, releasing a fire-like passion, as if they can burn out the obstacles on the road, as if they can light up the direction of progress. The educator Mozi's garden, perhaps, grows red pansies, braided lilies and chrysanthemums. Highly pure and quiet, like a gentleman, simple and upright. In Mozi's garden, there are no gorgeous flowers or noble fragrances, only perseverance. Thinker Bacon's garden, perhaps, his garden was once blooming, thousands of flowers. However, Bacon, who was busy mediating between the rich and powerful, neglected to take care of the garden of the mind, so that the original flowers in the garden, gradually overgrown weeds, gradually barren.
Linger in other people's gardens, I gradually realized: the original garden of the soul, more need to comb, carefully cared for. A well-maintained flower garden is bound to blossom millions of noble flowers, vibrant, seasonal, like spring. But the garden of neglected management, it must be barren and withered, vile weeds, covered with it, flooded with decadent gas.
The heart is a garden, thought for the seed, sowing beautiful, intelligent seeds, can be blooming; scattered dried, poorly seeded, will be overgrown with weeds. Philosopher said: "The mind is an idle empty space, you do not plant crops, it will grow weeds." The only way to harvest a garden that truly belongs to you is to sow it carefully and plow it diligently, in order to make the garden grass green and fragrant, the sky blue and water quiet, and overflowing with fragrance and warmth. Often with the sun to shine it, in order to make it warm as spring; often with the rain to moisturize it, in order to make it grow; often with the spring breeze to bathe it, in order to make it pure and beautiful.
The heart is a garden, thought for the seed, sowing beautiful, intelligent seeds, can be blooming; sowed dry, poorly seeded, will be overgrown with weeds. Philosopher said: "The mind is an idle empty space, you do not plant crops, it will grow weeds." The only way to harvest a garden that truly belongs to you is to sow it carefully and cultivate it diligently, so that the garden grass is green and fragrant, the sky is blue and the water is quiet, and it is overflowing with fragrance and warmth. Often with the sun to shine it, in order to make it warm like spring; often with the rain to moisturize it, in order to make it grow; often with the spring breeze to bathe it, in order to make it pure and beautiful.
The garden of the heart, broad and pure quiet, can let the soul in this cleansing sublimation, can capture the joyful sound, take in the elegant scenery, wash away the worries of the floating life, rise out of the comfortable spirit. Spring and fall, blossoms and flowers, perhaps the garden will be silent in a certain season, but this does not mean that life is depressed. I think, as long as the time to the right temperature, light, water, air, fertilizer and other elements of the growth and development of these flowers, scientific pruning and care, that the life of the flowers, will always be brightly blooming. Walked through the brewing, walked through the waiting, that open flowers, will be more fragrant, fragrant; that ripe fruit, will be more heavy, sweet.
Philosophers say: resentment is the garden of the mind weeds, tolerance is a serious labor staff. From tangible to shapeless, shaping a healthy and beautiful garden of the soul, much more difficult than building a realistic garden. Birds and flowers of the mind paradise, the need for spiritual filtration and sublimation, from restlessness to become quiet, in order to slowly into the pure and light life. Dusted all the way to the dust, bathed in poetic moonlight, in the gentle caress of the breeze, in the murmur of the swallows, so that a wisp of warm spring winds, so that a bunch of brilliant sunshine, to irradiate and warm the melting of the garden of a flower, a grass and a tree ......
There is a saying that: "The court is small and there is a bamboo spring often in the mountain still No one water from the flow." I will use a kind and loving heart, with a pair of hands of hard work and wisdom, to carefully manage a good piece of their own mind in the garden! Let the heart more sunshine, let life be full of passion, let life be full of confidence, with a big heart to accommodate the changes of the world, with the unceasing struggle to jump the arduous course. At that moment, I believe that the flower of my life, will always bloom like spring; the garden of my soul, will be full of spring, colorful, fruitful!