In a previous life, we also said goodbye by the stream!

Otherwise, I was calm when I walked all the way from the mountain path, but why did I see this stream, and my heart was as turbulent as water waves? The clear air around me made me feel a shocking cold that came from nowhere.

Taking the stream as a mirror, I am trying to know what kind of karma this stream has with me. Or how can I watch you disappear on this side of the stream? Or, in the same boat, you go downstream and I trace back to the source?

Nothing can be reflected because Liu is too excited.

It's already spring! The grass is green, the flowers are in full bloom and the sun is warm. Why does the stream feel cold and empty?

I think it has an unknowable relationship with distant past lives.

In spring, standing by the stream, I can feel that life is a stream. I don't know where it comes from and where it flows.

At the moment, I seem to be a leaf that has just fallen in a rushing river.

Flow steering

At the corner of the antique shop near the window at the crossroads, I sat in the plush chair and stood up at once, because there was still a temperature on the chair where others had sat.

I have never been used to sitting in a hot chair where others have sat since I was a child. I'd rather stand and sit down when the chair is cold. Especially the chairs in antique shops. It is said that this chair was handed down from the Qing Dynasty. Exquisite carvings let me know that this is not a civilian chair. Its first owner was once a rich man!

Now, this rich man, his wealth must have been exhausted, his body must have died in time and space, leaving only these two groups of chairs, silent in the afternoon sun, almost asleep.

I walked around the antique shop, as if flowing with time and space. Many of them are as perfect as new, such as tri-color horses in the Tang Dynasty, bronze incense burners in the Ming Dynasty, porcelain in the Qing Dynasty and dishes in the early years of the Republic of China. There is a picture of the Eight Immortals, like the new jane doe, with a quiet face. The needle on the brocade is still there, but people have gone, like air, like gentle two bells.

In antique shops, we can especially feel the ruthlessness of time and the shortness of life. When we walk out of the antique shop, I think even in early spring, we should cherish the time in circulation.

Mountain Rain

Watching you smile, silently, coming from the foot of the mountain in the boundless rain and fog, the flower umbrella you are holding comes up one by one on every stone step, and the cuckoo beside the road in March is as bright red as your umbrella. In the continuous spring rain, my sadness is like grass in the rain, lingering together, and the sad rain falls in my eyes.

Seeing that you are about to reach the top of the mountain, you disappear at the corner of a ramp, hiding the scenery in the mountains, and there is silence. Rain is silent.

In the pavilion at the top of the mountain, someone is playing chess. Because of their equal chess skills, the two sat opposite each other, and occasionally there was a "general" who disappeared only after turning around in the forest.

I look at the rain all over the sky and feel that the shower will never stop.

Sure enough, you didn't reach the top of the mountain, turned the ramp and went down again. I watched your back go down the mountain, turned a corner and disappeared into a rainy mountain and an empty mountain.

Shan Yu never stops, and the sad rain in my heart is like Shan Yu.

This shower will never stop! Looking at the rain all over the sky, I think so.

Suddenly I heard a loud voice from the pavilion: General!

April

I like the sunshine in April best. The sunshine in April is warm and transparent, with the texture of glass.

The sunshine in April makes every flower carved by crystal sing a song of hope in the wind, and the song is as colorful as a rainbow.

The sunshine in April makes every grass grow like jade, and tomorrow's poems are written on the earth, and the poems are as blue as the ocean.

In the sunshine in April, we shed our cold gray clothes in winter, and our skin touched the warmth from the distant horizon, which reminded me of my childhood. I streaked in the fields in April, and the sunshine was like my mother's warm arms. Then we jumped into the stream that was still cold last winter. Finally, we lay on the big stone full of glass drops, the water melted in the air, and we fell asleep by the stream.

In the sunshine in April, grasslands, Woods, streams and stones are all pure land, at least for carefree children. Therefore, no matter what religion, it is said that you must be as pure as a child before you can enter a clean place.

April or April, the warm sunshine is still there, but unfortunately we are no longer childlike.

Stone lion

When we walk through the Yuan Ye of life, we should be vigorous step by step like lions, leaving one footprint at a time.

When crossing the river of life, we should, like the six-toothed elephant, be the mainstay, cut off the river and flow, and dominate the river and direction of our own life.

We should walk through the jungle path of life like the king of grey deer, dignified and gentle, dignified and compassionate, so that the deer who follow us can have safe food and clothing.

These are all Buddhist fables, which require us to expect ourselves to be as strong as a lion, as strong as a fragrant elephant, and as gentle and solemn as a deer king. When we think of these animals, it's really like standing on a high mountain top overlooking the vast trees and grasslands. There is such a style.

The lion is the mount of Manjusri Bodhisattva and the white elephant is the mount of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. They are all extremely powerful protectors, especially lions. Even folk temples are protected by lions.

Today, I passed a temple and saw the stone lion in front of me with different expressions, almost smiling. Then I remembered the lions in front of each temple. Although they were all carved out of stone, their expressions were slightly different.

Even stone lions have a heart, especially in the warm May morning breeze.

joyful

One day, Huang Gu went to visit Master Hui Tang and asked him, "What is the secret meaning of Zen?"

The Zen master Hui Tang said, "The Analects of Confucius said,' Two sons and three sons, do you take me as a secret? I have nothing to hide. Zen has nothing to hide from you, understand? "

"I don't understand," said Huang Valley.

Then, both of them were silent and walked on the mountain road together. At that time, the sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom, and the fragrance was everywhere.

Hui Tang asked, "Do you smell the fragrance?"

"Yes, I smell it!" Huang Gu said.

"I didn't hide that you like this osmanthus fragrance!" The Zen master said.

Hearing this, Huang Gu suddenly realized.

Yes, the world has never hidden us. Our ears can hear the sound of the river, our eyes can see the flowers, our noses can smell the flowers, our tongues can taste the tea, and our skin can feel the sunshine ... There is joy in every inch of time and Zen everywhere.

I once lived in a city full of phoenix flowers for three years. Today, I saw a phoenix blooming, as if singing, which filled my eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and heart with youthful joy.

courtyard

Autumn in the countryside comes late, but when it does come, it is very enjoyable.

The first feeling is that dusk finally has a sunset glow. The breeze blew by the river, and we went home with heavy schoolbags, standing at the door of our house and looking at the distant mountains. The sun has just been dyed red for half a day. Clouds are as red as maple leaves, as if they were going to fall one by one. So, I often stand in the yard, stupefied, until I wake up and the ink splashes on the horizon.

Then, those fireflies floating in the cold Qiu Guang, only illuminating their own roads, flew from the other side of the river or deep in the Woods, and the number was beyond imagination. Thousands of birds flitted across the yard, through the alleys and floated on the grass tips. Some people say that fireflies light their lamps in order to find love in previous lives, which is why the lamps flicker so sadly and touch the liver and lungs.

Finally, the adults fanned their fans, sat on bamboo chairs and cleared their throats: "Ancient early, ancient early, ancient early ..." Talking about the stories of loyalty and filial piety that their parents and grandparents kept telling, listening to these stories, I think autumn is really gentle, and there is blood in tenderness. The yard where we listen to stories is said to be paved with stones by my great-grandfather.

Maple red clouds in autumn, bleak fireflies, and the yard paved by legend are still flashing. Unfortunately, it's not autumn now, and the yard can't be found.

(of a young girl) begin to think of love

"How do flowers bloom?" One day, the child suddenly asked me.

This sudden question froze me. I said, "Spring is here."

The child is not satisfied with my answer. He said, "However, some flowers bloom in summer and some in winter!"

I said, "So, how do you think the flowers bloom?"

"If the flowers want to bloom by themselves, they will bloom by themselves!" The child smiled innocently, "because its bud is too big, it burst!" " "

After that, the child ran away, yes! For a flower, for the universe, we are full of question marks, because we don't know where its power and order come from.

The opening of a flower is a natural manifestation of its own strength in karma. It accumulates its own strength, enriches itself, and then erupts, just like the morning sun piercing the dark clouds.

Blooming is a kind of affection and the completion of inner life. How kind! Reminds me that we should also accumulate, enrich, open up and always pursue self-realization.

Luxiang

One day, an old lady asked the Zen master from Zhaozhou, "How can I get to Elysium?"

Zhao Zhou said, "Let's all go to Elysium! I just want to stay in the sea of suffering forever. "

When I read this, my heartstrings shook and I couldn't extricate myself for a long time. An enlightened Zen master does not pursue bliss, but just wants to be with all beings and live in a sea of suffering. This is the true mercy of Heaven. It's like being at the edge of the lotus pond, where everyone comes to see the lotus. When passing by, the footsteps are messy and the scraps of paper are all over the floor, and he just wants to stay and clean the lotus pond.

Looking up, I saw the sandalwood stove in front of the case. Cigarettes curl away to unknown distant places, and the aroma is constantly coiled indoors. Does this smoke also float to Elysium? However, if there is no incense burner to bear and accept the fire, sandalwood smoke will not fly far.

Zhaozhou is going to be that big incense burner, igniting the pious bliss yearning of all beings with its own burning pain.

I would also like to be a copper stove for burning incense, not just a wisp of incense.

sky

A friend and I went to visit an ancient relic. We walked into a pavilion and sat down to rest, only to find that there were many complicated, detailed and colorful sculptures carved on the top of the pavilion, which people called "algae wells".

The friend said, "Why did the ancients carve the roof into such a complicated appearance?"

I said, "It's for beauty!"

My friend said that's not true, because people have so much time to look up at the roof all day long!

"So, what is this for?" I'm confused.

"Rich people look at the sky like this! Colorful, colorful, just like their jewelry boxes. " This is the first time I have heard this statement, and I can't help but have a question mark in my eyes. The friend added, "At least, they want the sky at home to be like this. People's brains are full of money. They think the sky should not be just blue, but just blue sky. How boring! "

Gherardini friend looked at the algae well, and then looked at the sky outside the pavilion.

I laughed too.

When we walked out of the pavilion with algae wells, we felt how beautiful the pure blue sky was! How magnificent!

When there is a moon, the water is quiet, and when there is no cloud, the sky feels high. I suddenly remembered these two poems.

Like water.

Gao Qiao Kuroda, a general who helped Toyotomi Hideyoshi unify all Japan, is good at fighting water. He once captured Takamatsu City with water, so he was nicknamed "water" in Japanese history. He once wrote "Five Laws of Water Control":

First, the water moves by itself and can push others.

Second, it is often water that finds its own direction.

Third, when encountering obstacles, it is water that can exert a hundredfold strength.

Fourth, wash away the filth of others with your own cleanliness. Water has great tolerance and turbidity.

Five, Wang Yang sea, can evaporate into clouds, rain, snow, or fog, or condense into crystal clear ice, no matter how it changes, it is also water.

This "five principles of water", that is, "five virtues of water", is worth studying. We use a lot of water every day. Have you ever wondered what water is? How to learn water?

To learn water, you should be a person who can push yourself and others, always find your own direction, overcome obstacles with a hundredfold strength, be tolerant and never lose your nature.

To learn water, you must be as clean and clear as water.

Tea flavor

I often sit alone and drink tea and make the same tea. The first tea is bitter, the second is sweet, the third is heavy, the fourth is cold, and the fifth is weak. No matter how good the tea is, it will be tasteless after the fifth time.

This process of making tea often reminds me of life, such as youthful youth, drunken youth, heavy middle age, prime of life, and old age that gradually loses its flavor of life.

I often have a drink with people, too. The best drink is not to say anything, but to taste tea gently. The next best thing is a few words, and the next best thing is five words and eight sentences, which are about recent life events; In the final analysis, words are not as good as words; The worst thing is to speak ill of others.

Drinking with people often reminds me that the realm of life is really beyond words. You don't need to speak with affection, but you can also confirm each other. Drinking tea has various realms, such as still water, noisy running water, colorful flowers, birds and flowers, and traffic.

My favorite time to drink tea is in the cold winter, when all is silent in the middle of the night. I drink tea alone in silence, drink a small cup of tea, hold an empty cup in my hands, and feel the heat of the tea in the cup, which quickly spread to my heart.

Just like looking at the heart, seeing and feeling at midnight after the desolation of life, the boiling blood of youth is still in my heart.

(Selected from the budding mood of Lin Qingxuan's prose collection "Emotional Butterfly")

Whispering: Lin Qingxuan's heart is delicate, his perception is profound, and his observation is to understand the primitive state in the depths of human instinct. Uncovering the dusty heart and finding the true self is a refreshing powder in the materialistic world. There is a saying in the Analects of Confucius, that is, make up the body and support the house. I believe that people who wander under the blue moon are smarter than me. No matter what changes the world brings us, one thing will not change. The spiritual home cannot be deserted, and the soul cannot be completely empty. This is not just preaching. After all, it is icing on the cake to exchange your material wealth for a little spiritual enjoyment and inner pleasure. All beings in the landscape preach shallow songs, and the past flows into light smoke. Mr. Lin's twelve cups of private tea, you should taste a little Zen!