Second, Su Causeway is beautiful, no doubt, but the meeting between Su Shi and Wang Chaoyun is even more beautiful. A great writer, full of beautiful hair, has a bumpy career, has gone through hardships, benefited the people, made a name for himself in the world, and lived an open life.
Thirdly, I always think that the Green Lantern and the Yellow Scroll are the best companions in life. It was not until one day that I read that "the world of mortals is the Dojo, and misty rain washes the balcony" that I realized that the most suitable place to meditate and worship Buddha is the endless world of mortals. In the rolling world of mortals, we just need to calm down and a cool misty rain will fall and sweep away the dust in our hearts. As a poem says, "My road twists and turns through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat". Scenery comes from the heart, and the direction of the heart is the foundation of life.
Fourth, listening to the wind and dust outside the window, the clouds are silent, and the winter savings are waiting for the beautiful bloom. The cold is in Mo Ran, and the bustling road has been ups and downs all the way. Year after year, looking at the sky and looking forward, the world of mortals is rolling. The world has experienced ups and downs and never changed. Only loneliness, along the intersection of life into the lights of thousands of households, taste the curtains in the middle of the month, fondle the piano under the buttonwood.
5. Time goes by, and the years go back and forth; Giving up the old and seeking the new has always been a distant memory. Spring and autumn change communication, samsara changes samsara, the same ups and downs remain unchanged, only this heart that remembers the past. In the past, ups and downs were difficult to achieve; It's fleeting, and things are different. What can be left seems to be only that unforgettable, unforgettable and unforgettable story.
Sixth, the heart is lonely by a string of memories; Love, lingering in a memory; Trouble is like dust, or it can be like a flower. I know that some beauty is warm in my heart; Some past, quiet, is the best. Accustomed to quietly turning some thoughts into warmth, pointing to the place and downplaying abortion; Looking back, ten fingers turn into incense; Don't think about right and wrong, right and wrong, let the past go with the wind and miss agarwood. ...
If one day the world changes, I won't forget your color. I will remember you in this life, engraved on the Sansheng stone, after 500 years of wind, 500 years of rain and 500 years of vicissitudes, just for you to remember my name and my affection. My heart was trapped in the misty rain all over the sky. At that moment, you walked into my city in a white suit, as light as snow, smiled at me and poured out my tears and my heart.
Eight, standing on the shore of time, staring at the road when coming; Years of rivers, the sound of waves remains the same. Only my own words, like a gurgling stream, are melodious and accompany me through countless sleepless nights. On this stormy night, I want to cook a pot of ink with pure words, sit on the edge of the curtain and light the sound of life.