The red dust is enchanting for three thousand, and only one petal of the heart incense is taken

Welcome a wisp of spring breeze to your face, hold a touch of Flowing Clouds calmly, indulge in the mountains and rivers, graze your soul, hold a handful of elegant and gentle in the spring, and keep a bay like water. You will not be moved by fame and wealth, be not subject to power, be not shocked by honor and disgrace, be not tired by gain and loss, and be not confused by seduction. You will live in peace with the years and wait for the lights of the season to fade.

Simple food and clothing, small bridge snow and plum blossom. The tall and straight pines and cypresses of the high mountains, the frost and the cold; I admire the elegance of the deep valley orchid, which is pleasant and solitary. Rise in the morning, set out from a drop of clear dew, return in the evening, and enjoy yourself in the sunset glow. Cloud window ink book as a companion, do not provoke the world a wisp of coquette.

Stroll lightly on a small bridge, chant poems and write poems; Swing a leaf of light boat, wave thousands of miles, play the flute and play the moon, and feel a pure and elegant feeling of contentment. It moves like the spring wind and is as quiet as the autumn water. The mind is tolerant of the world and does not dispute. The mind accepts everything and knows itself.

Hold a state of mind like water, shake down the melancholy, collect the vicissitudes of life in your own half acre peach garden, weave three thousand beautiful selves, and embroider one meter of sunshine; Weaving small bridges and flowing water, embroidering the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River; Weaving the sunset on the long river, embroidering the desert smoke; Weave a gentle brush and embroider three notes of mind, so that every inch of time will be in a state of mind like water, with the diligence and gentleness of a needle and a thread; Cook delicate simple meals with pleasure and care to make them fresh and fragrant; Let life be graceful and graceful as bright flowers, enchanting and quietly fragrant in the branches of life. In the reincarnation of blooming and withering, realize yourself, be considerate of others, laugh like Zen.

A Zen heart, a Buddha, a thought like water is pure joy. Planting a flower in your heart, whether it is happy or sad, whether it is colorful or elegant, whether it is always blooming or picking up flowers, there is no need to deliberately hide it, deliberately open it, not sad, not happy, not afraid. As long as there is spring in the heart, the flower will always be fragrant in the state of mind like water.

A clear bay, a Sanskrit sound, a clear tea, a volume of book rhyme, shallow look at the fleeting years, listen to the wind and read the rain. Forget the misty clouds in the depths of the world of mortals and the bustling city lights and wine outside the ten mile Pavilion. In the long white clouds, you can pick up a Zen idea, and the wind brings water.

Lean against the south window, turn two pages of idle books, listen to a beautiful song, watch the evening wind blowing on the bamboo, and get drunk in the setting sun. There is a pot of wine in the flower room, and it is pleasant to drink alone. Put all the past events of gratitude, resentment and fate in the mottled light and shadow, and freeze them into a light ink mist and rain, and collect them in the heart. I firmly believe that no matter how much parting you miss, no matter how many ups and downs you go through, there will always be a person who will bring out the passion of life for you in the stagnant water. There will always be a road that will be bright when the road turns.

The sunshine of the heart, the sunshine of the heart. Follow the track of the state of mind, walk on the red earth of thousands of spring flowers, comb the ups and downs of life into one charming flower after another, and smile in the clear charm of the lake, and open out the quiet and beautiful lotus; Turn the thoughts flowing in your heart into poems and chant them. In a state of mind like water, build a bodhi tree, burn a heart lamp, study ink with water, brew words with heart, implant a ray of smile into the light of fleeting years, smile like flowers in the dull life, and listen to the flowing time quietly.

There are thousands of places in the spring, and it is not like a fairy who does not eat people's fireworks. People are not sages, and no one can avoid a common word; People are not plants and plants, and all people have seven emotions and six desires. Those endless thoughts, those dancing heart flowers, those warmth of love, those hazy love, those long-lasting love, those beautiful red dust, all render a feeling of love, and gently describe the blooming and falling of fleeting flowers, the lack of the moon and the full moon.

With a dusty Buddhist heart, write the most beautiful encounter in your heart with the pen of time, and hide the fragrance of your first acquaintance in your heart. No matter how time flies, I always leave a curtain of water and neon clouds in my heart for love, and compose a song of red earth and nature, and sing softly.

Life is easy to get old, but love is hard to get old, and I cherish a wisp of red dust. In a bend of the river, accompanied by luxuriant reeds, wait for a wind blowing from a previous life. When the good news comes from the geese, embrace a promise of this life. Between the lotus flowers on the side of the small bridge and the flowing water, we can render the fate that is treasured in our hearts, and paint a picture of love, which is full of white clothes, half cut, thin and soft fingers caressing the strings, and the moon reflecting the window Pavilion.

The world of mortals is enchanting. Only one piece of heart fragrance is taken. There are thousands of places in the spring, and you are in a state of mind like water, waiting for an encounter agreed in a previous life. From then on, or the spring breeze small building, holding the plum and sound; Or the river Zhushui River, the green plum wine; Or the water Pavilion and the music column, the Qin and the zither are leisurely. Morning bells and evening drums, accompanied by each other, scooping the morning dew in the curling smoke, cooking the setting sun, and charming a heartfelt love; In a bend of water, warm each other with the love of life.