Unfreezing the Soul
A landscape that remains in my heart Every day, we are exhausted by intense study. Every day, we are dazzled by all kinds of information. Every day, we are dazzled by all kinds of information. , we are all made restless by inexplicable worries... With all these realities, our hearts are frozen after the pages of the calendar are torn out.
The sunshine has been waiting outside the door, but the door has not been opened, so it can only leave quietly; the breeze has been waiting outside the window, but the window has not been opened, so it can only return to the mountains. All kinds of beauty in the world are just "blind" to our eyes. We ran all the way, moving forward wholeheartedly, but we didn't know that there were flowers blooming on the roadside, which were enchanting and moving.
The philosopher said: A grain of sand makes a world.
Buddhists say: One leaf and one Bodhi.
In fact, life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. If you don’t believe it, my friend, slow down your pace and you will find that the colors of the world are so moving and the sounds of nature are so beautiful! Old man Bing Xin burst into tears for the moment under the sunset, Yu Bianfu felt the endless loneliness from the stripes swept by the broom, Lao She felt happy or sad for a sparrow, and Su Dongpo wrote "Jiangchengzi" because of a dream. Poems that have been passed down through the ages... The reason why they are so passionate is that they know how to thaw their frozen hearts, slow down, listen to the voice of nature, and discover the colors of the world.
Although you can go far by walking quickly, and freezing your mind can also reduce external interference, in your old age, when you look back, you will find that your life is blank. You missed the flowers on the road of life, the small fish in the flowing water and the intoxicating birdsong in the wind. It is said that Rockeffield, the extremely wealthy business tycoon, was busy all his life. When he was old and sick and sitting in the oil empire he created with his own hands, he felt lonely, helpless and desolate. At this time, he I suddenly woke up and decided to enjoy the last beautiful scenery on the road of life. He began donating money to various charitable causes. Finally, he saw the rare "roadside scenery", including the love from children, the admiration from young people, the admiration from friends, and the gratitude from recipients...
Similarly, adolescence is the most beautiful time in life and the most beautiful section of life. Parents and teachers are the most beautiful flowers on the road, and youth are the precious grass on the roadside. If our souls are frozen and we only know how to immerse ourselves in the rush of the road, we will be impatient with our parents’ deepest complaints, waste a lot of time in joking, and will not be able to appreciate the happiness and fun of learning, and always regard it as a waste of time. Asceticism is a joyless practice; then, not only can we not see the charming flowers, we cannot listen to the whispers of the wind, nor can we have beautiful achievements.
So, let us open our hearts, slow down, feel every breeze, bathe in every ray of sunshine, breathe the fresh air, listen to the singing of the stream, and not miss every part of life. Wonderful!
Standing alone by a green lamp and sipping a cup of fragrant tea, the cigarette smoke curls up, and the breeze blows the fragrance of ink on the yellowed paper. A collection of words and landscapes that remain in my heart.
You undress lightly, lift your lotus steps slightly, and every move of your hands and feet are like a charming and melancholy dream. You are rocking the oar with your slender hands, and there is a lingering sadness between your brows. Looking at the horizon from afar, she and her husband are thousands of miles away from each other. She lowers her head and looks at herself. She is like a yellow flower, and her heart is failing even before she is old. You drink up the remaining wine in the cup: you are not afraid of a wandering life, you are just afraid that you will not be able to reunite with the person you love in this life! When the wild goose returns, you are lonely and listen to the drizzle of banana trees. During the Double Ninth Festival, you sit on the east fence at dusk and drink wine. At dusk, it's not just the autumn rain, it's the spring's hatred, the hatred that "now I'm haggard, the wind and frost on my temples", the sorrow of separation, the sorrow of "things and people are different, everything is over"!
You are rowing forward and see a group of gulls fighting to cross the river. You are really drunk, but even in your blurry drunken eyes, the unbearable past is blurred. "The flowers float and the water flows," you murmured. As he murmured, two lines of pure tears fell down, and the sadness on his brows rushed into his heart along with the tears. This strange woman uses her unique talent to express the sorrow of her life.
The setting sun melts gold, and the dusk clouds merge together. The clear and thin figure rowing among thousands of lotus trees is a scenery that remains in my heart.
You have great pride, and the thousand-year wind in Chibi blows your feather fan scarf and your heartstrings, so you let the waves under your feet wash away the eternal romance. The immortal way rides on the wind. In this passion, you have forgotten that you were frustrated and displaced in officialdom. You are as if you are independent from the world and become an immortal.
Even if your career is dark and your temples are white, you are still willing to lead Huang Qingcang, draw a strong bow and mount heavy arrows, and drive away the enemies from the north for the Song Dynasty. But your talent was in vain and no one appreciated it. You finally escaped from the world and lived in the countryside.
You are also sentimental about why Wang Anshi, a literati, can turn the world upside down. In fact, you understand that you can support the reform and seek a high position, but looking at the fearful and tired eyes of the people on the barren land, how can you ignore the common people in the world for your own selfish interests? You held the sole objection, and when you saw the sympathetic and timid looks from all the civil and military officials in the court, you laughed sarcastically. The cool wind in Chibi gradually cools your innocent heart. You lament that you were born early, looking at the rushing river, you just wish you could live the rest of your life in the river...
On the red cliff, Dongpo stretched his handsome eyebrows, his clothes and robes fluttered in the wind, and his lonely back It seems that the soul of blue waves is the scenery that remains in my heart.
"The falling flowers and flowing water are gone by spring", the national hatred of the late master, "Standing in the dangerous building and the gentle breeze" Liu Yong's persistence, "The willows in the West City make the spring soft" Qin Guan's tenderness, "The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain" Rongruo's optimism...these are the scenery that remain in my heart.
The green lantern suddenly went out, the fragrance of tea drifted away, and the cigarettes burned out. Closing the book, these words and sentences are connected like pearls from the ocean to form the most beautiful pictures. It seems that one can read a unique emotion that transcends time and space from these beautiful sentences. These should be left in our Chinese children. The scenery that will never fade away in my heart.