Occasionally, I live on a pedestrian bridge overlooking the overpass and running around in all directions, but I feel that Mercedes-Benz seems to be a still picture. At this time, I will wonder where is the starting point and where is the end?
Occasionally, when I go home and tap, I have to wash my hands, and I see the gushing and the rushing water. Suddenly, I am there, shaking deeply. At this time, I think that the tap seems to be not water, but a mood or a thought.
Occasionally, I found a forgotten iris in a country road, which looks like a phoenix flower but is more elegant than it. When I leaned over and smelled the flowers, a iris suddenly fell and surprised me. At this time, I would think that this flower is a butterfly phantom or a butterfly is a flower predecessor.
Occasionally, in the silent night, I hear neighbors raising cats on the roof, chasing each other and screaming bitterly, which makes people’s hair stand up. At this time, I will think that animal lust is so rough, but we look back and forth at the delicate heights. Aren’t people so rough animals?
Occasionally, I saw a red water lily in a small pond in the mountains, and drew a beautiful note from the shallow mud, as if it were dyed on the periphery. At this time, I would think, how can we be like this clean lotus after all?
once in a while
Occasionally, we live the same life as others, but if we let our hearts calm down, we can look at this complicated world with a clear mind and find wisdom in all the beautiful, corrupt and dirty things. We are wise people, and all the troubles will bring us consciousness, and all the little things can make us feel its significance and value.
It is not so difficult for people to seek wisdom. The most important thing is that we are so soft that when we see a petal falling in a flower, we tremble and know its meaning.
Only its softness can we be sensitive, only its softness can we wrap it, only its softness can we be exquisite, and only its softness can we surpass it. I can wrap our wounds when I am injured.
Soft heart is the bud of great compassion, and soft heart is also a kind of bodhisattva. Soft heart is the spring source that we can always feel when we live in the secular world.
The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grass is soft, the widest sea is soft, the sky is soft there, and the clouds are the softest in the sky.
Our hearts are softer than petals, greener than grass, wider than the ocean, more remote than the sky, and softer than clouds. It is the most powerful and constant.
Let’s be soft, clean and intelligent in the humble mud people.
Mei Xiang
Good material conditions may not necessarily make people taste good, but bad material conditions will not obscure people’s spirit. A person who has no money is worthy of sympathy. A person who has never known the fragrance of plum blossoms in his life is equally worthy of sympathy.
A rich man enjoys plum blossoms in his garden.
It was the most beautiful gesture of brilliant red plum blossoms in the cold winter morning, revealing that the rich people were quite happy to have such beautiful plum blossoms in the garden.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The rich man went to the door and found a beggar in rags shivering with cold in the cold wind. The beggar had been frozen outside this plum garden all night. He said, Sir, be kind and give me something to eat.
The rich beggar waited a little at the gate of the garden, turned into the kitchen and brought a bowl of hot food. When he gave it to the beggar, the beggar suddenly said, Sir, the plum blossoms in your house are really fragrant. Then he turned and walked away.
The rich man stood there and was very shocked. He was shocked that the poor would also enjoy plum blossoms. This is something I never knew. Another shock was that plum blossoms have been planted in the garden for decades. Why have you never smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms?
So he approached the plum blossom cautiously, in a solemn mood, afraid of disturbing Mei Xiang. He finally smelled the subtle, clear and clear fragrance of plum blossom, and then he wet his eyes and moved his tears. He smelled the fragrance of plum blossom for the first time.
Beggars can also enjoy plum blossoms. Beggars can also smell the fragrance of plum blossoms. Even in extreme hunger, beggars can smell the fragrance of plum blossoms. Good material conditions may not necessarily make people taste good, but bad material conditions will not obscure people’s spirit. It is worthy of sympathy for a person who has no money. It is equally worthy of compassion for a person who has never known the fragrance of plum blossoms all his life.
In fact, a person’s quality is plum fragrance, similar shape is a kind of breath. It is difficult for us to know that plum blossoms are extremely faint and fragrant just by looking at the shape of flowers. We can’t be careful and considerate, and it is difficult to taste a person’s personality fragrance hidden in the outside.
The most regrettable thing is that few people can look back at me and enjoy their own souls. Most people have never experienced the subtle but very clear fragrance hidden in their hearts after a lifetime.
Beggars who can smell Mei Xiang are also rich.
Now let’s go to the heart garden with a solemn mood and let all the crazy people rest and watch the fragrance of plum blossom from our sex.
Yichen
Don’t let go of the evil thoughts we have, so that we can be spotless one day, not to stop the dust, but to let it fly and I will be my sunshine.
A bhikkhu was walking by the lotus pond in the forest. He smelled the fragrance of lotus and thought that he could smell it often. I don’t know how good it would be. He became greedy for the lotus pond, so the god appeared and said to him, why didn’t you meditate in the tree and come here to steal my flowers? If you were greedy for the fragrance, you would get annoyed and disappear after saying that.
The monk felt very ashamed and wanted to go back to meditation. At this moment, a man came. He went to the lotus pond to play, broke the lotus leaves and uprooted them, and left after making a mess of the lotus pond.
Not only did Chi Shen not show up, but he didn’t even say a word.
The monk felt very strange and asked the pool god that the man had made a mess of your lotus. Why don’t you blame me for walking in Chi Pan and smelling your flowers?