Bai Luomei: Watch the rest of the fleeting years and watch the quiet time

Time is short and the world is far away. The next mountains and rivers will be covered by oneself quietly in one day and one night. If you accidentally get lost and fall into the water, you should remember that there is a river called rebirth. In this world, you can grow anywhere; anywhere you go is your destination. Then, don't come to me, and I won't come to you. Watch the rest of the fleeting years and watch a period of peace and stability in this world.

Under the moonlight, everything in the world has been washed away and becomes clear and safe. The jasmine on the window sill is living its own life; there is also a lotus plant, smiling alone and lowering its eyebrows. In my heart, there is a kind of calmness that has been cleaned. It turns out that the pure joy and simple happiness in the world have been flowing in the world of fireworks, but we have ignored it too much and never noticed it.

I would like to drink a pot of light tea, whether it is warm or cold, and savor the vicissitudes of half a lifetime. I wish I could write a concise letter without leaving my name and surname, and send it to the unknown end of the world. How I want to love a calm person, regardless of right or wrong, and join hands in the world of troubled times.

The older we get, the weaker our hearts become. People who once agreed on life and death and sex, in the end, they will never interact with each other until death. Time is a thief, always stealing many beautiful faces, true emotions, and happy lives inadvertently. Maybe we can't turn a blind eye, but we don't have to fight each other. After all, everyone has had the time to spend the full moon, and at that time, they should be prepared to be robbed one day.

Everyone comes to the world as a passer-by. Some people encounter them by chance and turn around and forget about them; some people pass by them and must look back. All encounters and looking back are fate. When you fall in love with a certain figure or lust after a certain look, it means that you are already in a relationship.

I am a boat, floating quietly on the river of time. The sea of ????people is vast, and we have lost our original direction just because of a chance encounter. The lights on the other side have dimmed, and I am fishing for a moon in the water, unable to stop the endless desolation in my heart. On the river of time, I have forgotten the silent past. After passing through thousands of years, don't ask me whether I have drunk all the wind and frost of the world.

Meet each other under the forest, regardless of cause and effect. Running among the bustling crowd, you will suddenly find that those who agreed to join hands in the end of the world have actually parted ways early. Is there any promise in this world that cannot be changed? Even if it is between mountains and water, heaven and earth, there will be a day when we are tired of looking at each other and feel tired. Therefore, it is simple to keep your mind indifferent and settle down with your destiny.

In this bizarre world, no one can live a smooth life. But I always believe that those who have gone through the mist and rain of Pinghu, the mountains and rivers of time, those who have gone through many disasters and tasted all kinds of flavors will be more vivid and clean. Time is always a bystander, and all processes and results need to be borne by ourselves.

I admire those who can tolerate it, hide their pain so deeply, and only share happiness with others. In fact, the sadness in their hearts has long been overflowing, but they seem to be as if nothing has happened and the years are going well.

Being casual does not mean being willful, and being idle does not mean wasting time. Time will not be valued by anyone, but we must cherish time. Do what you can do and cherish what you can cherish. You must know that the scenery remains the same every year, but once the time passes, you will never look back. Whether you return to the sea or the mountains and forests, just be yourself.

There are too many opportunities in a person's life. No matter which path you choose to walk, there will be passers-by. This is the case in the world of mortals, and it is also the case in the Bodhi Dojo. In the inevitable gatherings and separations, these people will leave you one day. The relationship is deep and shallow, and the length of time is only between coming and going.

Watch a misty rain from the beginning to the end; watch a butterfly from chrysalis to emerging from the cocoon; watch the buds of a tree from blooming to falling flowers. Not for poetry, not for elegance, not for meditation, just to live life as plainly as a cup of boiled water or as simple as a bowl of porridge. Maybe only in this way, life will be less lost and more satisfying.

Everyone comes to this world as a passer-by. Some people encounter them by chance and turn around and forget about them; some people pass by them and must look back.

All encounters and looking back are fate. When you fall in love with a certain figure or lust after a certain look, it means that you are already in a relationship.

Thousands of years have passed, and the years have changed. There are really not many things that people can remember. No matter how vast a person's heart is and how many stories it can hold, it must be given back to time in the end. Some people say that the scenery in this world cannot be deeply felt until you experience it in person. But I thought that the place I arrived in my dream could also be real and unforgettable.

A mature woman should have a kind of unworldly tranquility and elegance. No matter what time or mood, she can calm you and put you at ease. Such a woman should have a stable residence, guarding a tree like pear blossoms, guarding a pond of plain lotuses, and slowly watching the years grow old inadvertently.

People are the most affectionate and the most ruthless. When we love each other, we promise to live forever. When I'm tired of it, I wish I could pull away from life immediately, cut it off, and have nothing to do with it.

People say that when you carry your luggage, you are a passerby; when you put down your baggage, you have found your hometown. In fact, everyone understands that there is no absolute stability in life. Since we are all passers-by, we should walk through the ups and downs of the world with a calm and indifferent heart, and watch the ups and downs of the world with a smile.

I finally understand that some roads can only be walked alone. Those who have invited people to go with them will spend time together in the rainy season, but one day they will eventually be separated at a certain ferry. Walking alone on the worldly road, the green radish brushes the skirt of the clothes, and the blue clouds wet the promise. Mountains and water can be forgotten, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person's joy in the floating world, and one person's long flowing water.

Life is like a chess game. Because you have no regrets about your moves, you are surprised at every step. Some people make moves quickly, while others are hesitant, just for one ending. The winner will sit on the throne, and all things in the world will bow to him. Those who lose, go back and become a hermit, fishing in the bright moon and cool breeze, contentedly.

There are many living beings, some live in confusion, and some live soberly, but it is just a way of surviving in the world. No matter you are an emperor, general or minister, a trafficker or a pawn; whether you are a noble person or a popular person. No matter how long we have been infected by the secular fireworks, or how deeply we have been immersed in the turbid world, there is always a cleanest corner deep in our souls, which will always be as beautiful as the first time.

A landscape, a passerby, a story, when you turn around, no one has to explain it to anyone. If we are destined to leave one day, then you and I at the end of the world will be well, and whether it is sunny or not is no longer important. ...Time is green because we have all been beautiful before, but we are no longer so young. Please believe that if you are well, it will always be sunny.

Although you are deeply in love, she is as indifferent as before. You think that once we say goodbye, it will be difficult to meet again, but who knows that she is quietly independent at the intersection of life, with a low eyebrow and a smile. Orchids have settled down in the human world in the simplest manner, and they are not like vegetation in fireworks. She sometimes has a prosperous time and is tired of watching the ups and downs of the world. You reveal your feelings to her and talk about the past, but her mood is dim and speechless.

To this day, we are still unable to truly distinguish between falling flowers and running water, who is sentimental and who is unintentional. Or maybe there is no meaning, it is just a chance encounter in the world of mortals. Once separated, there will be no trace of the two.

A person, a book, a cup of tea, and a curtain of dreams. Sometimes, loneliness is so heart-stirring, and only at this moment can things in the world be so calm. The cool breeze blew the pages of the book, and the mist and rain filled the chapters and stories sealed in the book with a moist atmosphere. Leaning alone by the secluded window, looking at the bluestone alley at the corner, a long-lost oil-paper umbrella blocked the light that was lower than the eaves.

Someone asked, what would you like to do in the next life? I said that I would like to be a thin plum blossom that blooms in the cold mountain valleys, waiting with the white fox on the snowy night for the immortals who collect herbs, the wandering monks, and every passerby who enjoys the scenery. If one day you are that lost traveler and you only need to break off a branch of plum, I will recognize you tenderly and regard it as a reunion after a long separation.

True peace is not to avoid the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, but to build a fence and plant chrysanthemums in your heart.

It only takes a moment to meet someone, but it often takes a lifetime to fall in love with someone.

It is not a fault to meet by chance and then turn around, nor is it perfect to be in love forever.

Bai Luomei, formerly known as Xu Zhihui. His works are often published in magazines such as "Reader". Published works: "As if we met in a dream", "The misty moon does not know how people and things have changed", "All encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence", "I hate to meet each other before we shave", "Reunion in the deepest world of mortals", "You If it's good, it's sunny: The Biography of Lin Huiyin", "Nowhere in Life Is Leaving People", "How Much Hate in the West Wind Can't Dissipate the Brows", "Because I Understand, So I'm Compassion - Zhang Ailing's Alluring Past", "The Moon Is as Small as the Brows" "The years are quiet and peaceful, and now the world is stable", "You are Jinse and I am fleeting", etc. Some readers called the article "the character of falling plum blossoms and the writing of autumn water".