The red dust on the purple road has faded away from the glitz of the fingertips. In the corner of the silent night, far away from the bustling world of mortals, I can embrace a sense of leisure and poetry. I can pick up flowers and smile, my heart as calm as a lotus, and let the time pass by. Time flies by, and a pot of turbid wine makes the world drunk and fragrant the years.
Drink alone in a shallow cup, toast the east wind, take a sip of the mellow liquor, gently slide it over the tip of the tongue, warm the throat, float warmly in the abdomen, sneak into the blood quietly, and float in every part of the body In the cells, blood rushes and boils.
Leaning against the railing by the window, carrying a scroll of Qingqian, looking at the River of Forgetfulness, under the hazy moonlight, the years are still as beautiful as ever, and the quiet mountains make it impossible to recognize his face, with a sense of mystery. It makes people afraid to get close, and a few bright lights in the distance flicker, like fireflies, swaying in the wind under the moon. Hazy is also a kind of beauty.
I write to express my feelings and stir up the sad words, and I also want to record every bit of life, but the pace of life is often too hasty, with mountains and rivers, countless days of great joy and sorrow, that The dawn breeze and waning moon on the bank of willow trees have become a thing of the past. At this moment, all the good and bad are gentle and clear, and the pain and helplessness flow everywhere.
The plain paper is unpretentious, the past vows are colorful, and the watch also penetrates the fleeting years. The stiff tip of the pen slowly outlines the fragments silent in the memory, and the jerky words always jump to yesterday's past, in the silent night Flow quietly, the tranquil heart lake ripples slightly, exuding a faint beauty. Sometimes, being drunk can help you see yourself better.
The drunkenness is strong, the night is still young, leaning on the railing alone, no matter how the time passes, I just want to be a person with a calm heart, in this silent night, looking through the traces of the old days on the spring breeze.
Life is like a play. In the course of life, everyone has his or her own stage of life. On this unique stage, we often dance our lives with various smiles or various masks, sometimes simple, sometimes real, sometimes hypocritical, acting, acting, but often losing our true selves. . In fact, on the stage of life, you dance your whole life, performing a one-man show that is ups and downs, but there are not many loyal audiences in the audience, and not many people can understand the real world in your heart. Life is a long road, don’t ask when you came or when you will return, just move forward calmly and let go, then you will find peace.
The world of mortals is as deep as the ocean, and we are just a drop in the ocean. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to make a single ripple. Maybe, abandon the pretense and let nature take its course! Be your true self, have a mind as big as the ocean, be deep but not shallow, warm but not cold, not clingy, not kitsch, and not belittle yourself.
The world is full of vicissitudes, with several winds and rains and several autumns. Many times, with a pot of turbid wine, I am accustomed to watching the autumn wind and winter rain. I put aside the turmoil of the world and temporarily drink wine to drunken the world; learn to smile at the wind and clouds in the complexity, When quietly admiring the flowers blooming, we must know how to let go of the worries and attachments in our hearts. Times have changed, and we should happily accept the facts that we still cannot change despite our best efforts.
A calm mind is a state and a kind of wisdom.