I stood on the street for a long time, the dim streetlights drowning in the coldness of the city.
It had been a long time since I had walked on a night like this. An umbrella covered me, and my eyes peered around me from under the low umbrella. The silence, for the time being, disperses the splendor and noise of the spring flowers.
Tonight, the snow once again came unexpectedly. The snow filled the deep sky, rendering the world of sadness, catharsis of all the troubles and destiny of the uncertainty. I saw every street lamp, the sudden rush of snow flakes such as colorful falling English. The rain hit the pear blossom and the wind blew away? ...... I seem to slip into a trailing ancient fantasy world of treading songs and shallow search, wandering in the peach blossom between the strata. I can't help myself, this restless soul, I don't know where to put it?
Tonight is a beautiful night. I walked through the empty streets, I was in the air filled with the flavor of snow, smelled a trace of sweetness like flowers. A flurry of snow flaunts its nature, wantonly occupying the world that is everywhere in chaos. At that moment, a stray dog in a state of disarray wandered by, and its hurried behavior seemed to tell me that its loneliness and hunger were burning inside its body. Its thin figure searched all the way along the corner, and at the end of the intersection, it crapped into the darkness. I think, it is not possible to taste the cold and warmth of the human world?
A layer of fluffy snow has fallen on the street trees. In the silence, the sound of snow falling is so soft. Outside your umbrella, in your ears, you can only concentrate on capturing this wonderful sound. So, I reached out my hand and then its subtle touch, a piece, a piece of gently melted in the palm. The cool pleasure penetrated the heart, a kind of inexplicable joy condensed eyebrows.
Tonight, I'm in Gannan snow field. Tonight, I enjoy the snow in the spring night a chant, a note monologue.
I wandered alone in the cold streets, snow followed behind. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
The world is in spring. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government!
Walking along the center of the square, footprints around the circle will be an alabaster conch arch above. I stared for a long time, I looked up, trying to read some kind of devotion in the May snow. But my wisdom was beyond my reach in the depths of my mind, and the source of thought had long since dried up on one side. I finally masked my inner turmoil with a mockery of failure, and I trudged away without a trace of amusement.
I once again smelled the sweetness of flowers. In the flower bed, a large cypress tree sadly bent branches, snow-covered clumps of flowers through the purple, a dark fragrance floating on the ground. A kind of woman's mind, in the snow-colored cover of the night to diffuse. I feel a different kind of warmth awakening yesterday. The broken pieces of the green years, half a life gained and lost, one by one to pick up the ground, one by one floating in this night time.
Snow, cheerful as the pear blossom withered snow, and I coexist in a corner of the night, gently kissed.
Midnight, the snow has no intention of stopping. It forgets to splash ink, waving a monochrome dye, in the drunken excitement of not enough to paint a black and white picture of the world.
Umbrella in the world to open a blank. I stood in the snow-colored street, my eyes skimming over a flashing neon advertisement. The snow has blanketed this small prairie town, and the tracks of the stray dogs have disappeared into oblivion.
A bank fence door, a homeless man huddled in a pile of broken bags, a little light - that hold in the corner of the mouth of the half-cigarette, in the darkness reveals how his mind. Or, this kind of worldly passer-by, in the snowy antelope city, in this night, destined to embrace a sleepless spring, but also not only to enjoy alone, we are obsessed with and have 'everything' ......
(2)
Early in the morning, I sought last night's meditation into the wilderness.
When the week grassland wrapped in snow flakes under. I followed the trail of the Ger River and slipped into a dilapidated park on the outskirts of the city. Once lush space, only a few pieces of tall poplar forests left to guard this place, the crowd has long been scattered thorns in a corner of the park, a few buildings surrounded by scaffolding is standing, yesterday's hustle and bustle on the dust of the machine, the temporary loss of the noise of this era.
The quiet has been owned here for a while. A kind of urban despair seems to follow. No longer see a love couple out of the forest, a group of free-range piglets scattered, play and spread joy. Occasionally, you will be in the bushes a fly wild pheasant disturbed mind.
Last night's snow has covered the face of the earth. Green grass, green branches and leaves, in the cloak of snow seemingly. A shallow stream cuts through the grass, winding snake, through the serene picture in front of me, penetrating the deep meaning, do not know where to go. A white-feathered finch spirit, jumping back and forth along the water stream, looking for any dessert that can wrap its stomach.
Moving into the forest, a far-reaching grayness and shivering against the whole body, a shallow rut into the end of the forest, a bunch of branches on the lying snow quietly shake down. I waited under the tree, let all kinds of fantastic feeling from the body leaped out, from my eyes looking around, trying to interpret this spring and the aura of life, in the end, from where Shangri-La's sacred hand?
A white tower stands in silence waiting for its devotees to arrive.
All around the trail, the snow has been cleared aside, lit incense wafting through the forest. I don't know yet, this side of the pure land, can I and other mundane people's hearts close to? I realize that a body of flesh, from the past will be far away from the Buddha's destiny, metabolism in the sordid things, how can I easily shed the dust of the shell, the servant kneeling in front of the God, ferry me to the heart of the Bodhi, ferry me to the regeneration of Nirvana?
I stood on the side of the tower, suddenly realized. The first time I saw this, I realized that it was the first time I'd ever seen a man in the world, and I'd never seen a man in the world who didn't know that he was a man in the world. So, with some kind of celebration, I wade in the snow a slip of their own footprints, through the forest and out.
Approaching a puddle of artificial water, I suddenly glimpsed my own strange expression in the bright water, brimming with turbulent waves will be infinitely distorted tree reflection. I was dumbfounded. I did not feel relieved. Isn't this just like your own life - sinking and floating? What you see may always be just a mirage of floating shadow, everything is obscured by the appearance of the following, is our real existence.
And I haven't sunk down for too long, facing my heart, facing myself.
I kept searching. I followed this stream upstream. Where does it come from? I hit the grass again and again with my hard condyles, wanting to implant the difficult mystery in the belly of the week . I hold a little thought of my own, but can not pry the cold snow seal.
I'm just like this, in the snow when Zhou, in the wilderness of spring, tightly guard their future and a murmur to say.