Cloud and water meditation heart, the mood of leisurely love

The most are the inadvertent spirit of languor that permeates my body and mind, perceiving your relaxed and self-contained state of mind. It is as if everything is like a passing cloud, beyond the floating dust, fading away the messy and untidy feelings in the world: you are the one who caused the change and extension of things in heaven and earth, letting them unfold and sublimate in this movement and stillness, slowly and gradually entering the heart, making the heart return to peace - the Zen heart of clouds and water.

　　With the rhythm of your music, I am enchanted and float in my mind ......

　　The tinkling of the guzheng, like the gurgling of water, is like the unconscious collision of a clear spring flowing over a small stone slab, inspiring the wonderful dazzling sound of nature. The bamboo forest is full of greenery and supports each other, and the long and long sound of the poetic zither in the bamboo hut invades the heart. The clear spring flowing on the stone, the spring and the stone intermingling, along with the heavenly music of the wonderful sound of the scroll, instantly creating an ethereal and distant mood, as if everything in heaven and earth is dissolved in this real and fantasy mood. "The gurgling spring washes my heart, the pool is deep and the fish are playing." I seem to feel a slight spring flowing slowly down my throat into my heart, cool and pleasant, infinitely comfortable; flashing in my mind, deep in the pond, the fish playing in the water, drifting in the warm picture, so I can not help but yearn for, as overwhelming.

　　Occasionally, a few clear and short pipa, brought out like a flower broken dense as a brocade of images, floating between the green branches. The soft and clear lingering music, such as a few white clouds in the vast sky, floating leisurely, makes the song's rhythm more soft and airy. The clouds also seem to feel the mood, dancing, with the rhythm, leisurely stretching their form. Occasionally form a fairy-like figure to show a delicate dance; momentarily and into a wisp of smoke, graceful, swaying with the wind; a moment and change a sleeping giant, suddenly woke up, stretched, startled a piece of cloud birds of commotion ......

　　The music of the Zen sacred veil is unveiled, and what I feel is the quietness of the silk and bamboo of Jiangnan. The birds are talking in the empty mountains, and people are living with white clouds. Pure and relaxed, the pleasant bird calls seem to draw out the mysterious breath of nature. A feeling of the breeze, seemingly in the quiet night sky to enjoy the unique landscape. The moonlight gently and faintly fluctuates between the bamboo forest, and the flowers that pervade around the bamboo house emit a fragrant fragrance with the wind, and the moonlight also follows the flower shadows, as if intoxicated. Completely detached from the hustle and bustle of the world, by chance added a touch of emotion, red dust is like a dream gathering and leaving, much love and sadness. The most important thing is that you can find the best way to get the most out of your life.

　　The people in the thousands of miles, the soul dream often cling to each other, the red face is empty of promise. It is you who triggered a legendary myth so that the story of the world at a distance becomes a more vain flavor. There is a young girl among the Shijing Mountains, named Zenxin. She was highly enlightened and born with wisdom. Soon, there came a Taoist priest who had traveled far away, called "Yun Shui Zhen Zhen". He said he was staying at Zenxin's house, but he stayed for more than a year without any intention of returning. During the day, he and Zenxin exchanged zither skills, and at night, they watched the stars. After a long time, people are gossiping. Forced to do so, the real Yun Shui said goodbye to Zen Xin. Zenxin sent him 16 miles away, but he had to say goodbye eventually. Zen heart folded the willow to give, and Yunshui played a song to say goodbye. The song is not only about the Buddhist thought that the spiritual platform is empty and unattached, but also about the love between two lovers and the feeling that they cannot bear to part with each other. This song is called: cloud water meditation heart. Legend has it that Zen Heart died of depression the day after tomorrow and died at a young age. When he was dying, on the seven-stringed zither, the first note of this song was plucked. After reading your story, my heart can not help but long for you to fall in love, Nanke a dream is difficult to wake up from. Empty old mountain forest, listen to that spring tinkling seems unintentional, reflecting my long night of silence, and remembered her far away ......

　　The once interlocked fingers have become eternal! The two of them are the same as the two parallel lines, which never seem to find an intersection! Suddenly, will also sigh, sigh life from now on without you, so familiar train, you do not exist, endless thoughts; familiar room, with your shadow, invisible illusion; familiar bed, you are not around, think of you in the depths of the dream ......

　　I can't tell you how much I miss you. If I had known that there was only one time to hold hands in this life, I would never have easily pulled my hand away and let myself be so awake; if I had known that there was only one time to hold hands in this life, I would never have buried my emotions and dared not say "I love you"; if I had known that there was only one time to hold hands in this life, I would have ignored the rules and regulations and wanted to hold on to you. If I had known that I could only hold your hand once in my life, I would have held your hand and embraced you forever! A dangling heart, the world seen, impetuous, noisy, clouds, dust dark, is the water can not hold down the gourd, is the wind can not stop the sutra. As long as you put down fame and fortune, look lightly at the gains and losses, smile at successes and failures, frank to honor and disgrace, the heart will calm down. The world, in a moment, and quiet as Buddha, the wind is not chaotic, the water is not alarmed, and all things are not disturbed. Give the hard things to time, let time wear off a hateful heart; give the easy things to action, and let action warm up a kind heart. My heart is like a smoke cloud when the air dance long sleeves.

　　A long rhyming tune, the soul out of the distance of a stone's throw away; once all the lingering soft turn, like a passing cloud, faded away! The tired body and mind seem to feel another layer of your Zen: Bodhi is not a tree, the mirror is not a platform; there is nothing, where to cause dust.