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Occasionally walking on the sidewalk, I suddenly saw a sunset hanging at the end of the street far away. At this time, I will think that such a beautiful sunset really indicates that the day is coming to an end. Occasionally, on a certain road, I saw kapok litters, standing alone in dark brown, with a bleak posture. At this time, I will think, kapok has fallen again, how many times can I see the beautiful kapok open in my life? Occasionally, in the roadside cafe, I saw the green light, and an old woman in plain clothes, holding her little granddaughter, hurried across the road. At this moment, I will think that the old woman used to be a girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, and that girl will one day become an old woman holding her granddaughter. Occasionally stop at the footbridge on the road and look down at the endless traffic under the footbridge, but feel that Mercedes-Benz is like a still picture. At this moment, I will think, where is the starting point? Where will it end? Go home once in a while and wash your hands when you turn on the tap. I saw the clear water gushing out and flowing rapidly, and suddenly I stood there with a deep tremor. At this moment, I feel: it seems that the tap is not water, but time, mood, or an idea. Occasionally, I found a forgotten iris on a country road. It looks like a phoenix flower, but it is more elegant than the phoenix flower. When I leaned over to smell the flowers, an iris suddenly fell, which surprised me. At this time, I will think, is this flower the phantom of the butterfly, or is the butterfly the predecessor of the flower? In the silent night, it is creepy to occasionally hear the neighbor's cat chasing lust on the roof and barking painfully at each other. At this moment, I think the animal's lust is so rough, but if we look at human beings back and forth from a relatively delicate high point, isn't man such a rough animal? Occasionally, in a small pond in the mountains, I saw a red water lily, which was pulled out of the shallow swamp and made beautiful notes, as if ignoring the pollution outside. At this time, I will think: ah! Ah! What kind of experience do we need to be like this pure lotus? Occasionally ... occasionally, we live like others, but if we calm our hearts like a lake without waves, we can see this endless complex world with a clear mind and find wisdom in all the beauty, corruption, purity and filth. If we are wise people, all the troubles will bring us consciousness, and all the little things will make us feel its significance and value. It is not so difficult to seek wisdom in the world. The most important thing is to make our own soft hearts soft enough to see a petal falling in a flower, which makes us tremble because we know its meaning. Only soft can be sensitive; Only softness can be tolerant; Only soft can be exquisite; Only its softness can surpass itself, and even when we are injured, we can tolerate our wounds. Softness is the bud of great compassion and the seed of bodhicitta. A soft heart is the source of our life in the secular world, and we can always feel the clarity of ourselves. The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, the vastest sea is soft, the boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are the softest! Our inner softness can be more beautiful than petals, greener than grass, wider than the ocean, and more beautiful than Lin Qingxuan when the sky worships Buddha.

More boundless, more comfortable than clouds, softness is the most powerful and unchangeable. Let's open a soft and clean lotus of wisdom in a humble and muddy world!

Lin Qingxuan in The Broken Voice

What kind of feeling is it? A person walks in an alley and occasionally looks up. The phoenix flowers in other people's courtyard walls are clusters of red flowers, which are plants that have not been seen for several years and grow in their hometown. Phoenix flowers like to show their red color, as if they were born for parting. When I was a child, I liked to tie phoenix flowers into butterflies, climb tall buildings and let them fly with the wind. Her posture of spinning and falling has won a lot of childish laughter. The past is like this butterfly drifting away. Even if they spin and fall in different postures, they will eventually disappear. When I think of the phoenix flower, I think of my unfinished ambitions in this life; When I think of the phoenix flower, I think of the phoenix that doesn't live by road. Why should the phoenix flower be named after the phoenix? In this way, people always fantasize that they are a flying phoenix when they are full of emotions, and they are about to spread their wings and fly when night falls. "The Book of Songs is elegant" says: "Feng Huangming is doing his job; Wutongsheng, in the morning. " Inadvertently, a clear image floated up; A divine bird is dancing, soaring into the sky and flapping its wings; The phoenix tree, a symbol of nobility, shows a quite natural face before sunrise. A teenager, who has always liked the phoenix tree and admired it, suddenly looked up and saw that the phoenix flower was about to leave, and could not help but fantasize that he would become a phoenix tree facing the sunrise or a phoenix standing tall in the cold wind; Even think that you are a phoenix, standing on the buttonwood in Gaogang; Or! A clear phoenix, spreading its wings, broke the sky blue. However, in the distance, if there is an ode that is repeatedly sung intermittently, just like the harmony of a folk song, then it is clear and mysterious that it is not important to know clearly that a song that has been sung for more than a thousand days will be eclipsed without a short chorus in the end. So "Phoenix Flower" evokes not only the memory of becoming a butterfly in childhood, but also a regret when he dreamed of the phoenix. The impression of a fiery red flower, coupled with the song of the jackal, blew the teenager's dream and realized that he was neither a phoenix bird nor a buttonwood tree. Finally, I saw my face in a broken dream. It turned out to be just a teenager. It turned out to be a nightmare. Life, which has been dying for several years, will pass without any trace, just like when the flood passed by, it heard the crow's cry, even though it was broken. But it left a touching sadness. And a teenager who dreams of the phoenix burning, like others, waits for separation quietly, stands on the hill before sunset, and makes the sunset turn into night. Only night, only night, can subtract the red color of the phoenix flowers in the daytime?

Mother's flowers

In autumn, all the prosperity has withered. Mother cut off the branches of those Chinese rose flowers, and their roots were buried by her mother with some fine slag, waiting for them to germinate next year. These are mom's flowers. Mothers take care of them like their own children, and mothers protect them like their own bodies. Mother cares and cares for them carefully every year, watering and fertilizing them more brilliantly, and paying her own efforts for their vigorous growth day by day. This Spring Festival, I want to give this "mother's flower" as a beautiful gift to her. I want to see my mother's smiling face that is still peaceful in winter. I want her flowers to bloom so deep forever, in everyone's eyes, in everyone's heart, and in full bloom into a smiling face swaying in the breeze!

The gift of the river

Of all the rivers in the world, the one closest to me is of course the Daqing River in my hometown. In the vast Qinghe River, what brings me closest is the section that flows near my mother's house. When I was a child, my brother and I often accompanied my father to experience the joy of playing with water. Children are born close to water. I have a unique pleasure in the agitation and jubilation of the waves, which is the first wealth that the river has given me. When I grow up, I will go to the Woods by the river with three or five friends to pick mushrooms, dig wild vegetables, pick up fallen leaves in the autumn wind and put them in each other's pages as an eternal commemoration. Although the time of those teenagers has long passed like a dream, that pure and romantic feeling has become my lifelong pursuit, which is borne by some poetic words. This is the second wealth that the river gave me. I still remember that in a gorgeous sunset, I made an appointment with my neighbor's little sister to pick up mussels by the river. Dark mussels are scattered all over the floor, like black pearls embedded in the calm beach. In the afterglow of the sunset, I picked them up tiredly, sat on the high dam, and leisurely watched my neighbor's little sister still picking them up on the beach in the distance. I used to be a very ordinary figure in my eyes, but now it looks so delicate and soft against the backdrop of the glow. Although my neighbor's family moved to the east of the village and separated from my family by several hutongs, it cut off our precious childhood friendship and lifelong news. Since then, we have never met so beautifully. This is the third wealth that the river has given me. Everyone will cross his own river all his life. Maybe it's not called Daqing River, maybe it doesn't flow affectionately around you, but no matter which river, it has its own unique charm. As long as you approach it, walk into it and experience its soul and details, you will get a precious gift and a permanent wealth.