Original prose: August Poetry Zen and comfortable

August Shi Zen and comfortable

Text/Fragrant Book Roll

It has always been a soft spot for the season and season. Since the publishing of "Four Seasons of the World", it has almost rarely written prose about the season. For a long time, I was obsessed with the exploration and self -solution of the inner soul. It was like a devout practitioner. The changes in the outside world could not affect the flow of water in the valley.

Let's experience each piece of taste in detail with the promotion of the old age, and there are few overlapping, and the human sentiments in life barrier are constantly changing the combination of patterns. The people who met changed a batch of reorganized encounters, leaving a few deep foundations in the courtyard in their hearts, and occasionally found out to see the green vitality under the bark.

Not only some people and things are withered, but also a susceptible mind under the wrinkles of the annual wheel. It is difficult to find the sorrowful feeling when you were young. The core of the hard nuclear nucleus wrapped is becoming more mature, and the price paid is obvious, and it lives too real.

True is a good thing. He clarified his relationship with life, sorted out the intersection of yourself and life, flowed through tears, sweat, suffered losses, and enjoyed blessings.

Finding the direction of writing, as if a long -distance traveler, in the vast sky, identified and finds the direction you want to go in the vast sky. This search for the continuous power to be transported to every cell of me, so I learned to explore the source of light in the current gap.

The trivial matters that must be passed every day still exist in the space of life. The rice oil and salt that ordinary people cannot avoid are full of mixed seeds. They bloom in time, as a result, withered, rooted, and then reciprocating.

A grain of flower seeds did not know that it was a flower pot that was blown by the wind on the balcony, or which birds flying over inadvertently without loosening, and the grass seeds grew a bunch of green leaves with green oil.

The coolness of the stream in August was deepened, and the night after the beginning of autumn rose from all directions in the ground and the air. The ancients left a beautiful name this month, "August Poetry Zen". Most of them have not given birth to the inner poetry and Zen, and the pain will follow the shadow.

Power and calmness and freedom, the darkness of the trough, the scenery of the peak has also been seen. When you meet the mountains and cross the sea, there is no difficulty to hinder your awareness of the happy mood. Happy and free are from the heart. Most of life no longer need to compete with it. Wearing poetry and Yun Cai, I was in the same words with Zen and Jianghe.

Why do you say that "people should live poetically on the earth", and people living in the water have an uninterrupted river in their hearts. The years and places that flow through are full of humanity. What is beauty? It is the perception of the soul, the perception of love, and the richness and improvement of emotions.

No longer uses the appearance of anything to evaluate its beauty and ugliness. The completeness and shortage of the sun and the moon are written everywhere, and there are ugliness.

When people continue to improve their cognition, spiritual awakening has begun. No longer attach to the lives of others, but pay attention to the structure of building your own life, such a charming state of every moment.

There are no perfect people, no complete life. We experience the edges and emotions of life in the lack of regret and lack, and dance with the hands of fate.

Read some beautiful sentences, in a quiet afternoon. The most beautiful in the ancients should spend the way in December: "In January remembering sadness and deepness, February Yuenan Xiang Song and love poem, March, all things recovered with plants and trees, in April, the feathers were brushed. Red rabbit fertilizer, the cicada began to be born in June, there was no flirting and love when closed door in July, sending a letter during the tour in August, and a laurel tree in September. The lights are frozen and the lights are stubborn. At the age of December, long songs can be drunk and not to leave. "

In August, a few friends were declined to travel with each other. Among them, there was no concern for the epidemic, and it was more and more of the silent minds.

Living at home and living in a long trip, the natural landscape has been carved into a painting of a landscape and stored in the depths of the heart, opening and closing at any time. It is not a big deal that is different from not.

It is always good to be hung up, and the green plants of the corner of the house are surprisingly quiet in the afternoon time. Time is like sand, and the wind blows without changes in the sun. What we have to do is to turn ourselves into pearls in sand, and have the ability to cure and improve themselves.

Sit down and write, a piece of yellow stone in front of him is a presence of a highly respected person, which was retrieved from the south of Yulin in Guangxi. "Doing things down and being a person is to be a person." Those who are highly hoped are lucky, and the power emitted in the eyes of love is passed from some items.

The items are given a spirit of morality and emotions, and my thoughts are traveling with it with it. The windy clouds are stacked, the river is vertical and horizontal, with a layer of clouds on the top, a river in the middle, and the bottom layer at the bottom is the color of the land.

Poetic and Zen show, golden should be mature colors after autumn. In August, Shi Zen was written in the yellow wax stone on the desk, and the open books that were opened kept an open attitude. There are more and more books. I have to re -customize a new set of bookshelves.

Turn a book and drop out a few stamps. It is an old book I bought from the old bookstore, a book about exploring beauty. The postmark on the stamp was in 2002, and a letter received by the scholar twenty years ago was also from the distance.

Now writing has a feeling that I can't stop. I always want to say the words I have dressing in my heart in the text. I am increasingly attached to this way of writing dialogue, like a sponge absorbing moisture in writing and reading. Obviously, a river flows through the valley in the heart, very quiet and clear. The clearness of the soul has too much relationship with reading. Washing a full dust in all dusts is the first choice for nature and books.

The anxiety of modern people is expanding, and the inner dust accumulation is strong and irritable. The ancients of the ancients were circulated in the text as early as the text, and the handwritten poetry and Zen would be quietly attached. Regarding a letter sent during the tour in August, the yellow wax stone of the south Liujiang, the green plants in the corner of the house, and the writing people brought together a river flowing endlessly. , People live and work in peace and practice with poetry.

I am also a practitioner of time, and I can never go out of the fences of the four seasons. So I simply enjoyed it in it, like a small bee dig honey from the life of a lifetime. I took out the "Four Seasons of the World" from the bookshelf, and I returned to time.

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Xiangxiang Books, publishing the essay collection "Endless" and "Four Seasons of the World", so stay tuned for the upcoming new prose collection "Sober Life".

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