"Poverty is clear, bamboo is clean, and quietness is dust-free, which is quite appropriate."

On a sultry night, reading bamboo poems, I couldn't help thinking of Kyoto and Wasano. Seeing bamboo will naturally remind you of Sano.

There is a bamboo forest called Pingyuelin over there, all of which are exquisite and delicate. I haven't tried to visit it at night to see how it screens the moon. I just think it is planted in a temple. It's a pity that Xiaoxiang Pavilion is accompanied by windows, which are ten times more lined.

A little further after Tianlong Temple, towering bamboo rafts are frequent places to go. There is always a ribbon of smoke inside, and the clear air smells of bamboo, as if it has nothing to do with the outside world; A few birdsongs sounded like they were coming from my ears. Occasionally, I looked up, and there was a ray of sunshine, which fell after being blocked by bamboo leaves, shining mysterious light like the moon. I often squint my eyes and regard it as a wonder in the night sky. Sometimes, a good wind and a rustling sound remind people step by step of the seven sages in their prime, holding drunken songs.

Of course, I must talk about Jikishian.

Hiding in the bamboo forest, like a hermit. In a small wooden buddhist nun, there lived an old nun and two cats. On the steps facing the courtyard, there is a red carpet. Guests can sit cross-legged and watch the moss marks and white sand under Chu Qing after the rain. A few dollars, a cup of tea, someone lost in thought. I always like to listen to the sound of silence in my ears when I am completely silent; I also watched the old nun bow her head, holding pen and ink and writing something on the scroll. More often, I will wholeheartedly look at the pure white cat, lower my eyebrows and close my eyes, and sleep on the red carpet like a Buddha. It's really like Buddha, or should I say Ma Zhiyuan. When it woke up, I saw its eyes-to know a cat, it depends on the eyes, which is completely "birds of a feather flock together." For this cat, I dare not touch it at all, or even treat it as a cat. Think about it: in the bamboo forest and on the red carpet, it doesn't eat fireworks.

I love bamboo, not for purity-I love the charm of flowers and willows anyway. On the contrary, there is really a deep feeling in the bamboo forest, which makes people wash away a lot of distractions about light.

One day in June, I can go to the bamboo forest and then come back with a cool heart, which is what I want to do at this moment.

1977 June 14

homesickness

Nostalgia should not be a trend!

Nostalgia is always hidden in our lives!

How many people, things and things that have passed, whether good or bad, right or wrong, beautiful or ugly, are all part of people's lives and have shared their joys and sorrows with us.

It is not always stuck in memory, but occasionally at a certain moment, a name, a scene, a smell, a conversation, or a completely irrelevant old thing will pop up for no reason. They are as clear as they are now, but if we trace back carefully, they will become hazy again, as if they were fragments of dreams that people can't capture.

In the hurried pace, only by looking back can we see how many roads we have traveled and how many smiles and tears we have left.

Now, the wave of nostalgia is coming. I hope it will look back on everything we have paved for today with the warm feelings of "not forgetting the old". In other words, don't care about success or failure, don't take things so seriously, just look back warmly in today's hurried life.

Sos

After the extremely busy May, I read a mountain of newspapers and magazines page by page, and found that it is not easy to digest many big problems and small problems in one breath, but after all, those are problems that must be considered-although thinking may not find the answer, although some people shake their heads and lament that society has become so bad, and the strength and wishes of a small number of people have nothing to do, so they have to live one day at a time.

People can think from different angles, express their opinions, and even argue with people with different opinions. The purpose is not to mislead people, but to seek conclusions beneficial to mankind. Such a society still has its advantages, and such a group still has hope. However, in the process of thinking and arguing, there are some principles that must be observed. Otherwise, there will be no satisfactory result, the crux of the problem will not be seen, and even it will easily become an emotional dispute.

Excited emotions do the most harm to thinking, and often limit or stagnate the problem at a certain point, so that it can't be traced back to the source and come and go at the middle level.

If you are not objective and calm enough, you can't see the advantages of others, let alone your own shortcomings. If you continue to argue, you will only go to extremes. Unfortunately, it turned into a personal vendetta.

Ordinary people's personal grievances will at best bring trouble to their own lives, but when they meet people with power or intangible influence, they will bring trouble to many innocent people.

The original problem has not been solved, but it has caused complications, and even sometimes the troubles caused by complications will overlap and cover up the original problem. In the end, I forgot the answer I was looking for. Such an argument is not good for anyone.

I'm afraid of arguing, because I'm afraid I'm not calm enough, and I'm even more afraid of encountering sophistry or opponents who don't follow the principles at all, but I'm willing to think, hoping to see the problem more clearly from thinking.

Unfortunately, this is an era of heated debate. I was told that silent thinking is out of date. This is also a question worth thinking about.

Short tune two chapters

begin

Unscramble the ancient myths of China. ...

Pangu was conceived in a big egg for eighteen thousand years. I woke up suddenly and saw all the black paint around me, so I couldn't help but feel flustered. He waved an axe and cut at chaos. Wow! Chaos began to appear. The light and bright rise becomes the sky, and the heavy and turbid fall becomes the ground. So, Gan Kun began to drink.

It's not easy for this axe to make the light first appear and let heaven and earth start a new life! Strength and courage gave birth to eighteen thousand years. It is a magnificent and persistent story of creation and human history rather than a myth.

In the museum, when I saw the stone balls, ancient axes and shovels used by primitive humans, I couldn't help thinking: how difficult it is for human beings to grow up from scratch; What an important moment it was when the first man knew how to use stone tools to solve some difficult problems in life! This sleek stone ball, sharp stone axe and flat stone shovel may have contained a lot of blood and tears from the beginning. He may have broken his finger to grind stone tools, but man has tools since then.

I believe it's not easy from eating raw meat and drinking blood to experiencing the infinite magical effect of fire for the first time. Some people must be frightened and some people must be sacrificed. But since then, people have had fires from generation to generation.

Go! It's really a big move. It takes courage and perseverance.

Search/search

Every time I see this word, I will think of Xida Tower in Song of a Wanderer-a wise man who is eager for knowledge and not satisfied with exploring himself. When he searched for his ideal all his life, experienced hardship and prosperity, but still couldn't find a way to satisfy himself, he came to a very ordinary river and learned the most ordinary things from the ferryman. How to take care of the boat, how to cut wood and make oars. ...

More importantly, learn the river and learn how to listen to others with a calm heart. Finally, he found the highest realm.

In order to pursue his ideal, Xida Tower ran many wrong paths and suffered a lot, but in the end, he found it in the most ordinary grave, that is, to live seriously and treat all life with love.

Midsummer poetry

one

I often miss those sunny days. Nothing happened, and the sun set wantonly on the grass tree.

A pair of Fluttershy, who met for the first time, accidentally stopped on a small fence. They must not know the story of Liang Shi in the world.

The blue sky waved the gown, making the sultry afternoon gentle.

But, I don't know when and why, I lost those days.

two

The poet walked a hundred miles to see the night sky he wanted to see.

He wants to find the sunset glow like a peach blossom. He wants to open a roll of colorful clouds and read a famous sentence written by Xifeng. He wants to drink a spoonful of running water brewed by sunset, and he wants to see the golden pigeon return to the horizon. He wants to hear an oriole tell a distant love story.

However, he saw it-the clouds in the evening were like a mountain, and the twilight was sinking. Heaven and earth seem to wake up from a nightmare, young and frivolous.

He was so flustered that he suddenly remembered a sentence from the Song Dynasty: "It only takes a few dusk to ruin his life."

three

Whenever I think of the tracker, I always feel sad.

Isn't the ship destined to be dominated by oars and sails? Why do people on the shore have this relationship with the ship?

The stones on both sides were rounded by the tracker's feet, and the grass on both sides was soaked by the tracker's sweat.

The road on both sides of the strait is a lifetime journey, and the burden of a ship is a lifetime achievement. However, who will remember the face of a tracker?

1982 August 3 1

Cuifu pedestrian head

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere.

At that time, there was fragrant dust ten miles by the lake, and the spring breeze solidified the green of Liu Mo, reflecting the leisurely spring scenery of Banhu.

At that time, when I was young, I always loved carving saddles and looking around. I lead a drunken life, and I ignore the hospitality of spring and the love of willow trees.

One day, I bid farewell to Jiangnan, only to bear the vast confidence of Mobei for me. I said to Liu, Liu gave her a brief nod, "don't stay. I have a drawn sword, so I don't have to stay in the crowd. "

Suddenly, I woke up from my dream and found that it was raining and snowing, my hair was all over my head, and there was nothing on the wall. I'm so tired, I don't want to think about anything, just miss the willow tree that brushed my head.

Worry about the past and the present with one shoulder.

Feng Zikai has a painting. In the distance, a half-round sunset in Ran Ran leans between mountains and trees, leaving a zigzag footprint. Close up, he is a hunchbacked old man with an umbrella and a hat.

Shoulder the worries of ancient and modern times! It's the title of this painting. In the world, someone is carrying one on his shoulder-bearing all the troubles of ancient and modern times! How generous and tragic! But how helpless it is, because whether you consciously or resolutely provoke this burden, you must be generous. Once this burden is carried on your back, it will be difficult to remove it for the rest of your life. How can it not be tragic? Since ancient times, for the sake of human wisdom and stupidity, sadness is like erupting volcanic lava, which accumulates layer by layer, freezes and cools heavily. Fix it? Is it okay? Knowing that the endless burden is still shouldered without regrets, we should observe that kind of helplessness.

Perhaps, under the utilitarian scale, this is what fools do, but after all, some people do it. Maybe, at first, there wasn't so much in the burden, but later, it increased a little. Pickers suddenly look back, it turned out to be a sad burden of ancient and modern times. At that time, I couldn't let my shoulders take off temporarily, but I just relied on them. I deeply felt that the burden was connected with life. I don't know who can stand it when I put it down, so I have to, as scheduled!

Silently carrying it, until one day, the footsteps stopped at a distant and lonely end, and people put down their burdens in the discussion that they thought was appropriate and understandable. Sometimes, the shadow of the burden will cover the body. Say goodbye to the distant road and let the heavy body turn into dust and dust.

The pace of the world is too fast now, which is a bit chaotic. No one can stand still and pick it up. People sigh: "The era of heroes is gone forever!" We don't cherish heroes, but we are deeply worried. The era of fools is over. Only a fool can care about the past and the present, and actually took a few steps.

I don't write heroic hymns, but please accept heartfelt tribute; Silent traveler!

1977 65438+1October 25th

Atrium trees are often seen by many people.

I am very old.

The cold rain of history covered me and I heard Yu Qiao's conversation. Feng Yi is silent and independent by my side, just to avoid greed, so people call him General Dashu. Tao Qian lingered and bid farewell to his life, and was called an idyllic poet. Some people miss me, and some people lend me a thin horse. People are worried, people are happy, people are happy, and people are worried, all of which are in their hearts.

No tears, no laughter, only thousands of years of silence. Every year, I am green.

Once upon a time, a poet was very skeptical and said, "If a tree has feelings, how can it be so green?"

I am still silent, not because of contempt, but because-only silence can accommodate more.

Embroidered curtains peek at people for a while.

A grain of sand can see the world, and a flower can prove heaven!

Then don't underestimate a month outside the window. Because that abortion is the month itself, not the whole month. In the distant sky, hundreds of millions of years ago, before the appearance of human beings, it has been installed round and round, always running around the universe.

This month, I took a look at the ancients, and now I will come back to see me. This month has been printed for thousands of years, and the ancients and lakes and mountains are in my mind. Perhaps, I am more in the thoughts of the ancients and the lakes and mountains.

What I often consciously see, really just a little bit, will force myself to face a boring situation. Try to believe that heaven and earth are full of love, everything changes from a little bit, and the big universe is in front of you.

Take the mud away.

Spring has come and gone, which is a very common thing, but it always brings countless excitement and sighs every year, just because she was so brilliant and moving, never to return.

Swallows who boast of being light and handsome should nest carefully, but they bring pieces of fallen flowers, and those who cherish spring will have another hug. Over there, some people are holding hands gently, in order to "know that after spring is gone, they will be in charge." Here, some people shed tears sadly, because "Xi Chun is afraid that flowers will bloom early." What's more, there are countless reds. "

Live in spring! Although she tries to stay in spring, she still wants to go!

I have to leave a little residual English and remember many memories. Let her go clean, go with the flow, don't follow the trend.

There is wine, there is wine, you drink it at the east window.

The sober people and sages of the past have been forgotten! That's just for that love and that thought, and few people can accept it! On the high ground, it is endless, and the footsteps of the ancients are getting farther and farther, just waiting for the future.

Send breath, send boredom, send leisure, there is wine and wine!

Tao Qian whispered, "I'm far from forgetting my troubles."

Liu Ling smiled: "The pillow bends through the groove. Careless. Its music is Tao Tao. "

Legend has it that the ghost cries at night, only creating words for Cang Xie to reveal the mystery of heaven and earth. Then, the ghost will cry again, because artificial wine also reveals human nature. Drunk eyes, there will be boundless!

"There is wine, wine, can literally drink. I would like to talk about people, and the boat is invincible. "

In front of the stream, I looked at the five lakes.

"One beat" is the smallest realm, and "Five Lakes" is the vast realm.

If we can look at a stream like the five lakes, the kung fu of "building" will not be idle. Don't think this is "affectation" or "self-deception", but stay in a narrow and introverted reality with a constant broad mind.

Absurd generation, where is the quiet land? Where are the five lakes? Who can hide in the static soil every day? Who can travel around the five lakes every day? So there is only "doing".

Mentality is your own, which can be narrow enough to kill yourself and others, or wide enough to accommodate the world and the universe. Worry is happiness, and people ask for it. The city is covered with dust, but the heart is still blue sky, and the heart is still curtains. Narrow as a stream, if you can see the five lakes, you should look at today's world like this.

Castle peak ahead, boat people refuse to live.

What a clever and happy ship.

Good mountains and water should be reluctant. But he refused to live and called himself smart? Is it because he was distracted and went straight to the future? Is it because he went quickly and came back quickly that he could earn a few more coppers? Neither. Buddhism believes that good and evil in the world are illusory. It's okay to look at the clouds. If you insist on living, owning, and belonging, it is to put your heart on fantasy, as if you want to stand in the clouds, and naturally there will be no landing in the end, so pain and trouble will arise. So the Diamond Sutra says, "You should live for no purpose."

It used to be said that monks would not stay under shady mulberry trees for three nights, for fear of hurting their feelings and their meditation. They felt something was wrong, but after losing too much, they had to persuade them to give in.

Fine snow

The window is full of noisy sunshine, but I think of fine snow.

A story without a story may have its charm. For example, the silent and slightly melancholy girl under the window, staring at herself with her head down, looks like an elf in Takehisa's painting. If the cherry blossoms are as bright as red and drunk, the petals fall lightly, which is both touching and touching. For example, the kimono of the West Array is dazzling and gorgeous, with a needle and a thorn intertwined. It is not a dress, but a girl's wedding dream. For example, under the shiny soft black hair, the collar is tilted up, like the white glaze of Dehua kiln. For example, red leaves burning like mountains are projected on tourists' clothes, and there is a debauchery that cannot be waved away. For example ... but that's not what I was thinking.

It is difficult to retell that story. Perhaps, there are some plots in it: confusing human contradictions between good and evil, inevitable love, and even a vulgar story that some people neglected for a moment to think that sisters were fighting for property, or that unscrupulous young masters and stubborn girls were the protagonists, or ... but that's not what I thought.

In the misty and tepid season of spring, you will understand the fine snow without an umbrella or a windbreaker. Fine snowflakes, not the slightest bit, lock you silently. There are no water drops in hair, and there are no wet marks on clothes and shoes. However, the meaning of water has penetrated into the whole body. When you come back from the outside, others will not find that you have encountered fine snow, nor will they say hello to you and say, "Ah! You are soaked! " Only you know that your mind is full of unshakable water. When you fiddle with your hair, your palms are sticky. You are really surprised. Even your breath smells of fine snow. In the fine snow, the middle-aged man finished drinking glass after glass of sake and said to an innocuous person, "She is married!" " "Then, a tear in my eye slowly flowed on my face. She-that girl's name is yukiko. It seems that he has never loved Yukiko who once loved him deeply, and will always get this man's tears. The snow outside the window is as good as ever. Yukiko didn't know that there was a tear in the far corner. This is a dull and sad story, which reminds me.

1984 may 10

no longer

If you go back 70 years, if you go back 45 years, if you go back 24 hours, how will you live?

Who came up with it? What if? That must be a wise man who deliberately jokes about life. Who will seriously make up a reassuring answer? That must be a naive fool.

A little rain crystal hangs at the end of the hanging branch, as if connected with the end of the branch. It is rare not to participate, but to be so dependent.

Just watching them intently. One more minute, the circular water outlet will be slightly deformed.

There is a force pulling it on the ground, showing no strength. It lasted for a while, so weak that you didn't even notice the wind blowing. It seems that after struggling for a while, I suddenly fell down. From then on, it was no longer on the branch. If time goes back one minute, you want the water to stay on the branch. But, you know, just if.

Perhaps, there will be another water outlet in that branch soon, which belongs to another story.

This is called "no more".

One morning, you saw a bird hanging on the window. When I went out, I accidentally met the long-lost sunshine. An unknown fallen flower floats on your lapel. In the carriage, the child next door inadvertently pulled your sleeve and said something you didn't understand.

That mood, that situation, is unique.

This is called "no more".

Friends gathering, suitable time, harmonious mood, an unimportant topic. A thoughtful smile, a moment, a tacit look, a gentle support, an emotional surprise. This will never happen again.

This is called "no more".

There is no such thing as countercurrent. If we don't seize this moment, it's futile to pursue it after everything is gone. There is nothing between heaven and earth.

1March 20, 983

When the moon rises to the top of the willow tree

When is the evening? Still weeping willows, still Leng Yue pressure people.

I didn't know that Jin Wu couldn't help but have no silver flowers in my eyes. Only the road is warm and weak. Don't ask me why I ignored the joy of the whole city, and don't blame me for letting down my head and letting down the affection of the good month.

I remember the bright light in my heart, which is still vivid in my mind and accompanied me through this long wait. Wicker! Do not have a stroke. Several times, I was pleasantly surprised and thought someone was coming.

The night has passed, it's time to go, because tonight is the night of this year, but let me stand again, let me stand again.

Care, forever.

Some friends say that you obviously have a problem with the public, and what people say in fashion doesn't care about eternity. You mean forever? How can there be a lifetime now?

I said: they didn't pay attention to that set of TV advertisements, just intercepted two sentences with their ears, and then interpreted them with a universal fickle mentality, which evolved into a specious "philosophy" to explain that they could not live forever.

The railway station was once the beginning of a beautiful love and the end of a sad love. Trains come and go, and time and space are shifting. Warm commitment-everlasting, true, engraved in a person's heart. Sad, because some people don't keep this promise, maybe because of misunderstanding, maybe he really doesn't understand what eternity is, if not, there won't be so many hurt stories in the world. We see those who have never forgotten eternity, and those who once owned them. We look at them in amazement and think of one heartbreaking past after another-the warmer the past, the more bitter it is now. What she cares about is that she cares about eternity. Saying you don't care is another kind of sadness. Look at the tears on her sad and vicissitudes face! What she cares about will last forever, even if it is strange in her dream. That story has been cast and captured her life.

Sentimental people don't even care about what they once had, needless to say, forever. If you care about what you have, what you have will stay in your heart forever. Unfortunately, too many people don't understand the truth that "eternity is in your heart", and too many people can't see that tear. Two words, spoken in the mouth and believed in the heart, have become the kind "truth" of urbanites.

I'm not against everyone, but I deeply believe that the most affectionate person in the world will eventually meet someone. There is one thing that he cares about, which is eternal.

1August 30, 988

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.

Once upon a time, I once laughed at RoyceWong. If you want to cut it properly, you will feel that it is just the affection of the deceased. Occasionally, when you fall in love with the next floor, you will calmly say, "Oh, that's youth."

Tonight, the wind is as calm as a boat cable, tying time. The moon is speechless-what can I say? On this night of lack of hooks. "The full moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is hard to bear." The moon should thank the poet for his mercy.

Tonight, the night is like a bottomless well, trapping time, and the moon is speechless-who says? On this night of lack of hooks.

It is late at night. Why don't you sleep? That's just for:

I love dreaming of going home, but I'm afraid of evil spirits and helplessness after waking up!

West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Not bright, not swaying, when I set foot on the dusk and visited the desolate courtyard, I saw such yellow flowers beside the stone wall that had just been burned!

When reading poetry, people say that the word "thin" has the most charm. After thinking about it many times, I still shook my head in order to seize the distant glory. Look at the gloomy wall shadow, she really has a slight bow and unparalleled silence on her shoulders, but she has a color of pride and frost. I finally realized: she is proud, she is thin!

In this polluted era, you can see Nanshan, but you are no longer carefree. Dongli is lonely, and Yuan Ming may bend down. It's just that she lost one autumn after another.

A gust of west wind, I caught a glimpse of you, thinner than a yellow flower!

After people leave, a crescent moon is like water.

How many crescent nights have you met in your life?

This night, it may be that good friends are talking to each other and saying stupid things.

That night, it may be that Haitang formed an association, drank wine and filled in new words.

This night, it may be idle, making the birds laugh their heads off.

This night, perhaps crazy singing and dancing, in exchange for fatigue, but full of joy.

However, who will remember the joy of meeting at this moment as proof of future separation? Looking back suddenly, people are scattered, and only a strong memory can be forced out of the disconsolate, and several traces can be captured.

Get together, get apart, get together, get apart, it's really amazing.

That night, after people left, the night was as cold as water. Please take care of your clothes

Will an old friend come to teach people how to make a perfect picture of the phoenix tree tonight?

Coming? Not coming? At that time? Did you come after thousands of robberies? Or is the sun changing and the stars moving?

If I'm definitely not coming, I'll leave happily. Although it is bitter, it is also enjoyable. Perhaps, I will cry and cry, hanging the shadow of the lost phoenix tree. It happened that this "unpredictable" thing happened. I can't leave because I'm afraid I'll come as soon as I leave. You can't cry, be afraid to come, and you can't wipe your tears. Don't be angry because no one said or didn't come.

who is it? Did Goto or the rabbit hit the tree?

If there's something to do! It depicts the whole life!

Thousands of flowers are dazzling, and only two or three are pleasing to the eye.

After the cold wave, Xiao Yan was silent, and spring has dyed the world red. Although people realized it later, they were lucky to come in time.

A faint shadow, a faint fragrance, is just the singing of the ancients. But what is striking and emotional is not limited to these words. Looking up, the days when the clouds are light and the wind is light are covered with branches. Don't be silly. Some people are really dressed in red and green and want to compete with her and point fingers. Some people say I love the whole Merlin.

Love merlin, yes. Love three or two, yes. This is a kind of fate. The world is full of flowers. Sometimes, you just fall in love with those two or three branches-so two or three branches are the whole Merlin in the center of your eyes.

You are in the flower, you are in the flower, and the fate is settled.

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