if it's nothing, I really want to stop the car, cut a bunch of reeds and take them home.
a plant with no trace of human intervention can imagine the hardships of survival if it wants to go this far. After the end of my youth, I like soft things more and more, which is harder than pine, bamboo and plum, and I have a good impression on reeds. Softness is the most primitive nature of all life experiences, and it is famous for its adaptability. If this large reed is replaced by a flagpole, the aesthetic feeling will definitely be another category. There is obviously a survival strategy hidden in the soft belly, otherwise, countless strong winds have swept through here, and it has already disappeared. When a person's hard nib suddenly meets these soft things, there is indeed a sense of obedience.
Sometimes when I return to my hometown, I will go for a walk in an nunnery not far from home. Just a wall separates the noisy city from another world. It's quiet in front of me, and there is a faint fragrance floating. There is a monk who was a teenager of mine who spent her old age here. At that time, she lived in my neighbor's house next door and practiced quietly. Cleaning and washing at home are spotless, never having anything to do with street neighbors, and never talking loudly. If a person is sincere in doing good, many words and deeds will be concise and low-key. At that time, human nature was full of the hardness of collision and confrontation, and she looked softer and softer. Some people can't be transformed, and that's how flexible she is. Although the ceremony of serving the Buddha stopped and was covered with dust, her heart must be going on and she didn't give up. In a soft form, she quietly continued her spiritual life, and her slowness and hesitation could be seen at a glance as crowds of people galloped with powerful arms. She simply lives in the nunnery, and her mood and environment are more tacit. Over the past few decades, many people have destroyed the land like trees in the wind, and more soft people like her have survived.
The body is material, and material is the token of time. Time finally makes life full of flaws, which is beyond doubt.
don't cherish life, you can only find the answer from yourself. Most of the elders I know teach for a living. These teachers of the previous generation are old at this time. When I passed on my wisdom and knowledge to all my disciples, I stood on the platform, and my right hand, which was free to write on the blackboard, slammed three times and two times, and words poured out. The audience sitting quietly at the bottom looked at each other with admiration. A scene has changed, and it must be related to the ability of this life-excessive fatigue and labor, thinking that life overdraft in youth is indifferent, and as a result, many diseases are gathered in the evening scene of life. This day, which needs rest and rest most, has become restless for the whole family. A teacher sat in the bed, covered with a quilt, eating fish, talking to me intermittently, licking fish bones and throwing his hand under the bed. This move, my judgment has gone beyond the normal range, and my heart is sad. It can be traced back to the life goal of that year, and I regard myself as a tireless horse, carrying the work beyond the physiological limit and making myself a tough guy. At that time, I didn't follow the rules of life science, but now I am suffering from illness. We often say that people are wise and will not trip over a stone twice. In fact, we have tripped over many times. The ancients said: "He shou is a thousand years old, so he swims extremely;" Mayflies live and die, but enjoy themselves ",putting two incomparable lives together, let us see that different life processes and different ways of life can be as perfect as possible. Think about it, those who follow the rules of life are very kind.
In addition to my awe of fate, I am in awe of the feng shui, sunshine, rain and dew that the external emotions of nature show. I have always adopted the strategy of avoiding and adapting to the powerful natural forces-I am usually a bystander, standing in a safe place, watching the wind come and go. I enjoyed the beautiful feeling of pitching and stretching freely in the wind among the reeds, and this gesture has always fascinated me. Are they all as scarred as Casuarina, which shields the wind and sand? Everyone's answer is very different, it peeks into our secret hearts.