Drink tea and read books, listen to the rain and see flowers.

Make a pot of tea, moisten your heart, and read a casual book to calm your heart. Listen to the rain, calm my heart, enjoy a fallen flower, and relax my heart.

Zhao Puchu wrote in a poem that seven bowls are the most delicious and one pot is really interesting. Tea is better than holding 100 thousand empty.

In the afternoon, I leaned lazily in a corner, lost in romance. A pot of tea on the table, the fragrance of tea filled the whole room.

Drinking tea is a habit. I don't listen, don't ask, don't argue, as long as there is a moment of peace, give me thoughts.

When there is tea, there is a kind of comfort, hidden in tea; There is a * * * sound, which is generated between ups and downs; There is a kind of Jing Ya, opposite to fragrance; There is an understanding, that is, self-knowledge in cold and warm. If you drink tea with your heart, it will pay off.

In this way, a cup of tea moistens a state of mind and achieves a long-awaited living method.

Drinking tea is a state of mind, and tasting tea is a state of mind. At any time, I have fragrant teas in my hands and my heart is as simple as tea.

People need an indifferent, simple, indifferent to fame and fortune, indifferent to the world, indifferent to honor and disgrace, indifferent to temptation, although there are no butterflies, the fragrance remains. In the materialistic world of mortals, we need an indifferent attitude, refusing prosperity and returning to simplicity.

Half a cup of tea, watching the ups and downs of life. A quiet and cool world!

In the deep meditation of tea, people who can't disturb others' happiness can use the perfect posture of tea to keep the water fresh and clean, the water flexible and the tea quiet and calm.

Life is like tea. If the empty cup is right, there will be endless good tea, and there will be endless joy and emotion.

Tea is all-encompassing, and everything in the world can be inclusive. You can be friends with two people, drink with many people and speak freely; At the same time, tea is quiet and comfortable, so you can drink it alone, smell the fragrance and realize the Tao, and meditate independently.

If life is like tea, suffering is a kind of fulfillment.

Meeting tea is both fate and respect, no matter how bad. There are few people who are satisfied with tea. Tea should meet good water, and even the best water should be in harmony with people.

Life is like tea, calm down. Right or wrong, innocent, caused by past lives. It is wise to recognize and let go. I can't see through it, a seamless dream. We should abide by the nature of the law, and everything is made by the heart. Come to the world, please live in the world.

The misty night is accompanied by a piece of classical music, drinking tea, meditating, realizing life and purifying the soul.

Sit in the sunset, make a pot of tea and let the memories fade away. Enjoy tea leisurely, find a kind of indifferent state of mind, and let the soul rise like a wisp of tea with the smoke.

Life is like tea, both deep and shallow; Time is like a song, there is no difference between urgency and urgency.

Looking at a cup of tea, it is fate that tea meets water, just like the love of life. Restore the true colors of life with a dust-free heart; Treat everything in life with a grateful heart.

Make a pot of warm-hearted tea, and you will grow old with time and pity.

San Mao once said that if you read more, your appearance will naturally change.

Don't think that you can't remember all the books you have read. In fact, they still have potential. In temperament, in words, in boundless bosom, of course, it may also be revealed in life and words.

Taking books as the normal state of life is the most beautiful habit in life.

? "The Shadow of Dreams" says, "Reading classics is easy to winter, and its god is also expert; Reading Shi Yixia is a long time; It is appropriate to read the philosophers in autumn, but don't; Reading Yichun set, its machine is smooth. " In other words, reading also needs a good time and place, and people and books should be integrated. Reading, as a kind of spiritual work, needs a peaceful mind.

Whether it is the word "quiet" that reminds you when you walk into the library or the smell of sitting at your desk after closing the door, it is to clean and filter the external environment before the book enters your mind. Filter your mind, eliminate external interference, eliminate inner distractions, let you slowly walk into the book from the outside to the inside, and let the book gradually infiltrate into your mind until it blends together and enters a silent state. "Hiding in a small building becomes unified." Books will truly become a unified world and a magnificent ocean of knowledge in your mind, allowing you to collect and absorb beneficial nutrition.

Meditation while reading is a kind of tranquility without ripples and noise.

What kind of mentality is burning the midnight oil? That kind of quiet mind, let every sentence in the book wander in the dry of your spirit, turn over the plow and moisten it. That kind of ecstasy and ecstasy, the combination of literati and people, is an unforgettable memory and taste.

The ancients said: there is no one in the empty mountain, and flowers bloom in the water. I think reading is more appropriate to describe it; She is a pure land of mind, tolerant and calm, allowing people to come and go; She entered the WTO, went out of the city, lost her freedom and bloomed calmly. In life, there are mountains and rivers, gardens and old friends. What more can you ask for?

If you always have a pleasant book at hand, put it at the end of the desk and put it at the bedside, it is a blessing to life. The book is left and right, or I read it casually, or I read it carefully, or I read it with a smile, or I admire it repeatedly, and it is full of fragrance and fragrance.

From spring flowers to autumn moon, from night snow to morning glory, in the silent alternation of spring and autumn, in the silent operation of years. Because of books, the soul is sometimes afraid, sometimes slightly happy, sometimes freezing cold, and sometimes the breeze blows on its face. ......

Ups and downs, ups and downs, or realize the truth of life, or lament the desolation of the world, all without losing the fun of life.

Zhang Ailing said: The sound of rain is like living by a stream. I'd rather it rains every day, thinking you're here because of it. Some people are sad because of the rain, and some people are happy because of the rain. In fact, whether it rains or not, we should love ourselves.

The rain knocked on the window and woke me up from my sleep. Through the dark night, dripping on the windowsill. The rain is beating on the window, but my heart is as still as water. In Jianghu, there is always a soft corner in your heart.

At this moment, it is not only the sound of rain that flows slowly, but also those stable moods. Never stranded, wake up at this moment. I suddenly realized that the dribs and drabs that come and go are all beautiful things endowed by years.

Listen to the rain and the heartbeat. How much loneliness, just for the scars in my heart. How many things I have experienced and how many injuries I have suffered. You want to! Time has passed, and when I look back, I find that everything is just the necessity of growth.

Big-minded. Therefore, there is no argument, no dispute, no gain or loss. What should come and what should go. For example, this intermittent rain. In the morning, listen to the wind and rain, the vicissitudes of life and the past. Nature's thoughts whisper between heaven and earth. Rain is a letter from heaven to the earth, telling thoughts and expressing love. Continuous rain, injected into my heart, faint sadness.

Longing for warmth, we have been seeking spiritual recognition and spiritual harbor all our lives. However, it took Qian Fan a long time to discover that some people knew something, but they couldn't find it. Only they can give it.

Happiness is not a sustenance, not a pursuit, but a cultivation. How many times can you listen to the rain in your life? Listen to the sound of rain, do you know the heart of rain?

Some past events will always be settled and exciting. Some moved, there will always be a faint fragrance, full of heart. The wind blew away all the flowers, and the prosperity eventually became empty.

Youth blossoms and falls, and the years come and go in a hurry; The rain and snow in the four seasons, the stop-and-go of the journey, many things pass by with time.

One year, the flowers bloomed in spring, but I didn't see the Iraqis standing under the fallen flowers last year. Spring is full of hatred, for fallen flowers and for Iraqis.

There are countless green hills, and flowers fall like rain, covering the sky. Countless mountains, red as rain, don't remember the way.

A person's life accomplishment lies in tasting loneliness and enjoying it. Actually, this is right. Just like falling flowers, thanks to the spring red, all the good things seem to pass by in such a hurry.

For example, in Lingshan Dharma, the Buddha picked up a flower for everyone to see. Without saying a word, all the disciples didn't understand what this meant, except Ye Jiaxiao.

Buddha shows a peaceful, quiet, carefree and wonderful state of mind, which can only be felt and understood, but can't be expressed in words, and Ye Jia's smile is precisely because he realized this.

Just a smile and a thousand troubles are in it. The footsteps of the past are light, and the years have passed quietly. Sitting in a leisure place with a smile, watching time touch the ground and turn to dust. Life is still calm. Zen is in the heart, and enlightenment is born from the heart.

Smile at the flowers and calm down. Just a smile and a thousand troubles are in it.

The footsteps of the past are light, and the years have passed quietly. Sitting in a leisure place with a smile, watching time touch the ground and turn to dust. Life is still calm. Zen is in the heart, and enlightenment is born from the heart. Gains and losses are lost with fate.

Morning bells, curtains and drums are all caused by the sky. In the noisy crowd, keep a calm, a leisurely, keep a bright and clean, light state of mind, let clear thoughts purify the glitz of the years, love and hate are not a line.

The mind is as simple as simple, comfortable and comfortable, folding a wisp of fragrance, blooming in the quiet window, poetry is also wine, and tea is also in the painting.

On a moonlit and breezy night, I sat in a quiet yard and counted the stars in the sky with my fingers, one, two, three-smelling lotus and drinking tea.

A rain, a mood, a heart, singing softly on the edge of reincarnation.

Red lotus, white lotus root, green lotus leaf, chicken crowing in the rain, painting sunset glow. Smoke in the morning and evening, and listen to pond frogs in the quiet night. A glass of wine and half a pot of tea. Fishing rod fishing alone in the sunset, nothing to do.

See the dust because of the Tao, flowers fall for a thousand years, and water flows for a thousand years. Finally, light disappears without a trace at any time. You can't stay for a moment, but you can't stay forever. Fate has long been doomed. You can live with your heart, gain and lose.

Tea tasting: Tea tasting can make people feel peace of mind, realize life and cleanse their souls.

Reading: I am not looking at cigarettes, but my own state of mind.

Listening to the rain: Listening to life is alive, seeking elegance, fame and profit, striving for nothing.

Appreciating flowers: Look at everything natural, refined, and enter the artistic conception of beauty and beauty.

Looking for a yard, peace of mind is just because the heart is meditating, it is raining, reading a casual book, watching the beauty of leaves blooming and listening to the sound of flowers.

Time never answers, and life never makes noise. A cup of tea, two people, a few books, a few potted flowers, tea is not good, quiet sublimation.

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