Face to face, peach blossoms sink fish
The tower in the distance is tall and green.
Quiet inside rippled in the stone pond. Handmade, original and adopted. Thank you.
A composition about the scenery of longevity Bodhi Mountain 400 words Climbing Bodhi Mountain one afternoon, it was sunny.
I climbed Bodhi Mountain with my mother, brother and aunt.
We came to the foot of the mountain by bus. Wow, aren't the leaves on the top of the mountain playing games with Sister Yun? How can we climb so high? We started to climb the mountain. I kept climbing and finally climbed halfway up the mountain. The wind came, wiped my sweat with beautiful songs, and the leaves danced for me.
Looking down from a height, cars on the road are like beetles, and all kinds of tall buildings are like building blocks.
After a pause, we continued to climb, climb, climb. When we were about to climb to the top of the mountain, we saw many wintersweet. When I was about to pick Chimonanthus praecox, my mother told me: "Chimonanthus praecox has the spirit of not being afraid of hardships, being strong and unyielding, and being hardworking and tenacious."
"After listening to my mother's words, I thought to myself, I want to learn from wintersweet and insist on climbing to the top of the mountain.
I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. This climb made me understand that only persistence can succeed.
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Write in Longevity Bodhi Mountain to find spring; Climbing Bodhi Mountain was sunny one afternoon.
I climbed Bodhi Mountain with my mother, brother and aunt.
We came to the foot of the mountain by bus. Wow, aren't the leaves on the top of the mountain playing games with Sister Yun? How can we climb so high? We started to climb the mountain. I kept climbing and finally climbed halfway up the mountain. The wind came, wiped my sweat with beautiful songs, and the leaves danced for me.
Looking down from a height, cars on the road are like beetles, and all kinds of tall buildings are like building blocks.
After a pause, we continued to climb, climb, climb. When we were about to climb to the top of the mountain, we saw many wintersweet. When I was about to pick Chimonanthus praecox, my mother told me, "Chimonanthus praecox has the spirit of not being afraid of suffering, being strong and unyielding, and being hardworking."
"After listening to my mother's words, I thought to myself, I want to learn from wintersweet and insist on climbing to the top of the mountain.
I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. This climb made me understand that only persistence can succeed.
My hometown composition 70 words My hometown friend in Araimura, Zhanjiang, Guangdong Province, have you been to my hometown-Wutongqiao, Leshan City, Sichuan Province? There is a tall and majestic Bodhi Mountain in the east of my hometown and a towering building in the west. Yongsi River and Mangxi River run through the city. Since ancient times, it has been a good place with beautiful scenery and rich products. As the name implies, there are many bridges in Wu Tong Bridge in my hometown. There are many rivers and many natural bridges. The majestic Siwangguan Bridge, like the same steel dragon, straddles the Yongsi River, connecting the east and west banks, making the sky beautiful. After decades of wind and rain, it is still the only way for National Highway 2 13. Look at that beautiful arch bridge, hanging in the air like a colorful rainbow, adding gorgeous colors to the Wu Tong Bridge. The swinging suspension bridge is more interesting, and it is teetering on the road, but it is very close, which is really a bit * * *! The most interesting novel is the pontoon bridge. It floats on the rippling river, and the breeze blows on it, which is refreshing and has a unique flavor. In addition, the Yongsijiang Bridge and Zhenhua Bridge under construction will make Wu Tong Bridge more famous. There are many rivers and bridges, and of course there are many ships. There are still boats ferrying back and forth at the ferry for the convenience of the masses. More are tourist boats, speedboats, pedal boats, water teahouses and karaoke boats. At night, the lights on both sides of the Yongsi River and Mangxi River are reflected on the calm water, just like blooming lotus flowers, dazzling. Rivers, bridges, boats and pavilions have added a lot of charm to the small town of Wutongqiao, making Wutongqiao known as "Venice of the East". My hometown is rich in leafy banyan trees, also called yellow barrel trees, whether on the mountain or by the river. Some even lived for hundreds of years. In summer, banyan trees shade the sun and silently open big umbrellas for people. Under the natural umbrella, people talk about the past and the present, which is really "sending a cool banyan tree for ten miles". The banyan tree can also purify the air, which not only makes the Wu Tong Bridge more beautiful, but also makes great contributions to purifying the city. No wonder the poet once wrote a poem praising: "The banyan tree towering over the Wu Tong Bridge, misty rain in the clouds." The mountains and rivers of the motherland are the best. "Wu Tong Bridge is also rich in citrus. In October and autumn, the air is crisp, the citrus is ripe, covered with branches, like agate, like a ball, which makes people fondle it. The hillside is full of golden yellow, which is really pleasing to the eye. Pick a citrus, look, be happy; Smell it and you'll be drunk. Peel off the skin, put a petal in your mouth, and gently take a bite. The red juice will stain your tongue. It tastes sweet and delicious, with moderate acidity. That kind of comfort from the corners of the mouth to the heart makes people want to eat more and more. This is my hometown-the beautiful and rich Wu Tong Bridge. " "Seeing is believing, friends from all corners of the country, please come to our hometown of Wu Tong.
Landscape Lilingshan Composition 300 words This summer vacation, our family came to Lingshan, Wuxi.
After driving along the highway around the lake in the suburbs for 20 minutes, I saw a tall bronze statue of Sakyamuni standing on the hill near Taihu Lake in the distance. Under the light of summer, it is auspicious and warm, and that is the famous Lingshan Buddha.
Wuxi Lingshan Scenic Area is magnificent.
Founded in 1994, it consists of Lingshan Buddha, Xiangfu Temple, large-scale dynamic musical instrument sculpture, Kowloon irrigation bath, the magnificent Vatican Palace and many Buddhist cultural landscapes.
One of the biggest attractions is the Lingshan Giant Buddha, which is17m higher than the Leshan Giant Buddha in Sichuan.
The giant Buddha is made of tin bronze, with a height of 88 meters and a three-story podium, with a total height of 10 1.5 meters.
The Buddha smiled and looked down on all beings. Wearing a "fearless seal" on the right hand means getting rid of pain, and wearing a "willing seal" on the left hand means giving happiness.
The whole Buddha statue is solemn and complete, serene and dignified, showing compassion.
After seeing the big zhaobi, walk across Wuming Bridge, cross Wuzhimen, and walk along Bodhi Avenue to the square in front of Xiangfu Temple.
I saw a huge hand bronze sculpture, with the same outline and number of inches as the right hand of Lingshan Buddha. It is a copy of it and is called "the first palm in the world".
The bergamot held high and propped up a blue sky.
"bergamot" and "longevity" are homophonic, so there is a saying that "touching bergamot increases longevity"
In front of the bergamot, tourists touch and approach the Buddha in turn, praying for his blessing.
I also squeezed into the crowd and touched the Buddha's palm devoutly.
When you arrive in lingshan scenic spot, you can't forget to cram.
We crossed the threshold of Xiangfu Temple, passed the Heavenly King Hall and the Ursa Hall, climbed the 2 17 stone steps along Dengyun Road, entered the Buddhist Culture Expo Hall, and then took the elevator to the Lotus Tower of Lingshan Giant Buddha.
This is the highest scenic spot in Lingshan, where you can climb high, face the wind, get a close look at the whole picture of lingshan scenic spot and overlook the beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake.
Kill two birds with one stone, why not? This is the scenery of Wuxi Lingshan Buddha! It was near dusk when we reluctantly left lingshan scenic spot.
600-word composition on the landscape soul is short of gold and waste pictures, leaving it in the green grave embarrassing.
-Li Bai went to Mopanshan to burn incense when the spring was bright and the vegetation was lush.
Along the way, I felt the freshness of spring brought by the April sky.
Everything is revived, the sky is clear and bright, the blue sky is clean and beautiful, and only a few white clouds like flowers float on it, leisurely and carefree.
Along the way, I saw the firmness of the mountains and the gentleness of the water, which made me enjoy the unique "soul of mountains and rivers"! The top of the millstone peak is shaped like a millstone, hence the name.
Among the rocks on the hillside, there are natural caves such as Huxian Cave.
There are also natural landscapes with magical legends such as drip caves and chimney scorpions, which have long been regarded as a treasure trove of geomantic omen.
There is an unnamed stream near the natural cave. The nameless stream flows tirelessly day and night, only to see her winding away happily like a shiny little silver snake, drifting with the flow.
Quiet and simple, elegant and remote, the brook has formed a rare picture of natural landscape, with natural interest like ink and wash, just as Zhuangzi said, "Indifference is infinite, and everyone follows".
Looking at the stream flowing day and night, I asked myself: Where did she come from, where did she go, where was her source and where was her destination? Seeing a rare clean stream in the city reminds me that the time in life is not as quiet as this stream. I haven't been here for several years, and it feels different to come back today.
Mountains and rivers remain the same, and personnel are no longer there. How many bosom friends and childhood playmates have become immortals.
Through a mountain forest, I saw many more green graves on the hillside than last time.
Compared with the cemetery in the cemetery, the green tomb in this mountain has no marble decoration, no beautiful environment and no melodious music.
Many graves are covered with grass, which floats around with the wind, reminding me of Li Bai's poem "Give birth to short gold and waste painting, but leave a grave to make people feel pity".
Looking at those green graves, I thought to myself: You are far away, I see these green graves, and my heart is crying silently.
However, even if my call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? Sleeping in the loess, can you feel the beauty of this spring now? When I think of you in the loess, I think of the topic of life.
Life is thought, character is fate, and life is judged by those humble graves.
As Milan Kundera said, "We are destined to be a generation rooted in the first half of our lives, even though the second half may still be full of strong and touching experiences".
The pain, heaviness, loneliness and joy precipitated by years, life and fate in people's life and spirit often become the past in memory or a special wealth in life.
Good or painful memories are an indispensable part of life.
However, why are these green graves and barren graves not the aura of mountains and the soul of water? There is a song called Abandoning the Tomb: I don't know where you were born. Did anyone cry when you died? I don't know where you are going. Your tombstone points to the desolate sky ... look around, Tianshui is blue, and you are between Tianshui.
You looked charming at first sight, and now you are lying there quietly with Qingshan.
Jingshan, majestic and desolate, seems to see your shadow; Dynamic water, heroic and stirring, seems to hear your hearty laughter.
The stream is still flowing, and the green hills are still green as smoke. However, a poetic myth was shattered, and a true story became a pain in permanent regret.
This truth has become the epitome of Shen Congwen's Border Town, which contains Chinese eternal sadness.
After reading Shen Congwen's Border Town, it is probably the purest novel text in the history of modern literature, which can make impetuous people calm down slowly, clean up and open their hearts.
At the end of the novel, it says: "This person may never come back, maybe' tomorrow'!" However, "forever" and "tomorrow" in the novel, how can the hope for the future resist the gloomy shadow left by the tragedy that has already caused in everyone's heart? Zhong Ling is hidden in the mountains, and the water is beautiful. Water is the soul of the mountains.
Mopanshan, towering into the sky, indomitable spirit; Creek, flowing water gurgling, magnificent.
In the corner of the mountain, the mountain and the water complement each other. Mountains are not dry, water is alive and flowing. Water nourishes the face of the mountain, and the fog of the mountain is rising.
Mountains are beautiful because of water, water is smart because of mountains, and mountains are the shape and curve of water; Water is the blood and instrumental music of the mountain.
Because mountains and rivers depend on each other, Mopanshan looks lively and charming.
Between mountains and rivers, heaven and man are one, and forget the machine indifferently.
The ancients said: the mountains and rivers are quiet, and I have forgotten what to argue about.
How eternal the sun and the moon are, and how tenacious the lives of plants and trees are.
There are spirits in the mountains, and the mountain wind plays one mountain soul after another; Water has a soul, and it plays one rhyme after another.
The stream of mountains and rivers is reflected in my heart, washing away sad memories.
who is it? Tap the center of the landscape? Care about mountains and rivers.
Silence is a mountain, not water, but a heavy heart.
Silence, silence, flowing is the silent years ... the heart is in the mountains and rivers, and the soul is wandering in the sky.
Looking at the mirror-like water, I also saw Yuanyuan Mountain and mountains and rivers. I realized the truth of the mountains and rivers in the north, and I also felt more artificial landscapes in the south of the Yangtze River in many masterpieces.
The former is magnificent; The latter, with delicate jade, has its own characteristics.
Perhaps this is one mountain, one world, one water and one bodhi! Mountains and rivers create landscapes, and pen and ink melt into spring.
Pen and ink send feelings between mountains and rivers, and pen and ink awaken the soul of mountains and rivers.
Swimming between mountains and rivers, the heart swings beyond everything, making people have a detached state of mind of "watching flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, leaving or staying inadvertently"
This kind of landscape brings me a kind of enjoyment, a kind of yearning, a kind of love and a state of mind.
Just like Ouyang Xiu's Preface to Drunk Pavilion: The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, but also between mountains and rivers! On the way back, I saw the sun setting and the sun shining through the window.
Sitting in the car, silently looking at the scenery outside the window.
The earth is like a harp, and rivers are like lines.
Between mountains and rivers, Taoism is natural.
Mountain, vast and lonely; Water, flexible and durable.
Travel all the way, sigh all the way.
How vast the sky is, how vast and deep the earth is.
The mountain holds its head high and the water is clear and clean, telling me that the soul of the mountain is self-satisfied.
Life, life, wandering between mountains and rivers, life is a scenic person; Death, born in mountains and rivers, is the soul of mountains and rivers!
Composition: Autumn Tour Lingshan In this season of sweet-scented osmanthus, we came to Lingshan, a large Buddhist holy land, which is located on the beautiful shore of Taihu Lake.
Before I came to the cultural area, I was shocked by the photos of the Great Wall of Lingshan, the first wall of China. The vigorous Chinese characters were written by Mr. Zhao Puchu, and they are solemn. The Wuming Bridge on the Jade Belt River is gentle and elegant.
The success of the World Buddhist Forum has aroused great reputation here. With a sense of mystery, we followed the teacher to the Vatican Palace and came to this golden building. The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of white elephants, carved from Burmese white jade, representing the sacred objects of God.
When I stepped into the door of the Vatican Palace, I was immediately fascinated by the magnificent scene: colorful lights shone on every corner of the Vatican Palace, and in the sound of Buddhist scriptures in the sound of nature, I enjoyed the auspicious patterns carved on each beam and column, which were telling Buddhist stories; The curved ceiling is densely covered with beautiful flying patterns of various shapes, some playing flutes gracefully, and some flying lightly ... The most attractive thing is the mural of the dome of the Vatican Palace, whose color changes all the time, sometimes blue, sometimes gray, like misty clouds, which is really unpredictable.
I seem to have crossed the time tunnel. Wood carving, bronze carving, jade carving, stone carving, cloisonne, glass, and calligraphy masterpieces of various famous artists appeared at my side, which made me appreciate the essence of culture and art.
At this time, the teacher reminded us that it was time for "Jade Irrigation in Kowloon". We stepped forward and sat down in the long corridor. There was an introduction on the radio, but I just couldn't listen. I just saw the fountain, like a swaying fairy, and then formed a small arc. Finally, the lotus bloomed and the "Prince Buddha" appeared. The Prince Buddha on the lotus seat turned and hid in the lotus. I saw my classmates.
Passing Bodhi Avenue, we reluctantly left. At this time, the giant Buddha, known as the "palm of the world", stretched out his big hand, as if to say goodbye to us and welcome those tourists from afar.
Seeing a mountain is a mountain, not a mountain, but also a mountain. Seeing mountains is mountains, and seeing water is water. It means to see the appearance of things. Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water. Is to see the essence through appearances. See mountains or mountains, water or water. It is a thing that is essentially related to development. The ancients saw a cloud, a mountain, a mountain, a water, a water, a layman and a mountain.
What is right or wrong is inconclusive, but the line has jumped around and disappeared.
Or the Buddha's admonition can point out the maze, "There is nothing, where is the dust?"
If you have Buddhism in your heart, why do you still have beads? This is like the negation-affirmation-negation of dialectics. Every denial is a step forward.
Understanding the relationship between life and Buddhism through the division of Zen masters in Qingyuan can be divided into: watching mountains or water, integrating life and practice, and feeling the need of life practice.
Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water: life and practice are not the same, life is life, and practice is practice.
When you see mountains, mountains, water and water: life and practice are one, and practice is in life.
Along this line of thought, it is natural to understand that "life and practice are not integrated" is not good enough, because life and practice are separated, life cannot be improved by Buddhism, and practice will lose its true feelings because it leaves life, so that it lacks the motivation to continue.
Therefore, "practicing in life" is the correct way to practice.
This understanding should not be wrong.
However, what we are doing now cannot be separated from practice. Is it the first or third stage of "integration"? The third stage of unity is that we have mastered the essence of practice, and we can learn from the troubles of living people and things and fully transform them into nutrients for growth.
At this stage, I have been able to turn my present troubles into bodhi, which is really "trouble is bodhi" and I can really "live in the present".
Although the first stage is also "worry is bodhi", bodhi is worry, but it is "but which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds? .
Without the training process of the second stage, how can we leap from the first stage to the third stage? Without cutting out some time and space from ordinary life to practice spiritual practice and thinking practice in self-reflection isolated from life, the so-called "practicing in life" will not be the third stage, but only the first stage.
If the middle kung fu process suddenly gives up, it will misunderstand the extremely ordinary and wonderful realm and the relaxed present fun as the same level, thus blurring the recognition of the learning level and missing the breakthrough point of efforts.
Last night, my mother and I heard that Bodhi Mountain was going to open today. We were all very happy and jumped with excitement.
So, we agreed to get up at six tomorrow.
Because we guess that Bodhi Mountain is open today, and it happens to be the National Day, there must be many people.
My mother woke me up at six o'clock this morning.
I looked at my mother gloomily and asked, "Mom, are you leaving now?" Mom said, "Yes, a man's words are promises, but it's hard to make promises. You don't want to go. "
"So, the two of us put on our pajamas, put on our backpacks, ate breakfast and ran to the bus stop.
At the foot of Bodhi Mountain, my mother and I looked up at the mountain and saw street lamps one after another, flying to the top of the mountain like fireflies. Still like a python winding on the mountain.
My mother and I came to the gate of Bodhi Mountain.
The gate stands tall and strong in the square.
The flowers in the square trembled slightly in the morning breeze, and the fragrance surged, which was intoxicating.
We crossed the longevity pool and came to the seal.
The seal is placed on the scroll, full of poetry and painting.
Now, like Tim, I have the courage of 100 million lions and the strength of 100 million horses to climb mountains.
But I can't walk halfway up the mountain. My mother encouraged me to say, "son, keep doing things!" " "Hearing this, I cheered up and ran to the mountain.
Finally, I was exhausted.
I said, "Mom, Mom ..." But no matter how I called it, it didn't help.
Finally, my mother replied, "Look, I'm not tired with so many things on my shoulders.
As a villain, you still call me empty-handed ... "I am deeply ashamed to hear that.
So, I dragged my tired body and walked again.
Finally, we came to the top of the mountain.
We watched the deep Dharma Cave, the lifelike cliff carvings and the beautiful lotus pool ... Finally, we came to Bordet to burn incense.
My mother and I sincerely pray for the safety and health of my family. I am smart and capable, and then put the incense sticks in the soft and fresh soil in the incense burner.
Mother asked, "Can we stop trying after praying?" I said, "No.
""by the way, you have to do everything through your own efforts.
"My mother said.
When we walked the whole temple and returned to the gate, we found that the soil had been covered with incense ashes and there were more and more people.
My mother and I walked down the hill.
Ah! There are too many people. A sea of people.
When I reached the foot of the mountain, I saw that the police uncle had blocked the road and told the people who came: "There are too many people on the mountain to stand. Don't go up again. This is also for your safety.
"On the way home, we were always glad that our decision was correct.
This climb not only exercised my willpower, but also made me know that there are many people who live long, and even made me understand that I must not fight unprepared.
Today, I had a very happy and meaningful National Day holiday.
Last night, my mother and I heard that Bodhi Mountain was going to open today. We were all very happy and jumped with excitement.
So, we agreed to get up at six tomorrow.
Because we guess that Bodhi Mountain is open today, and it happens to be the National Day, there must be many people.
My mother woke me up at six o'clock this morning.
I looked at my mother gloomily and asked, "Mom, are you leaving now?" Mom said, "Yes, a man's words are promises, but it's hard to make promises. You don't want to go. "
"So, the two of us put on our pajamas, put on our backpacks, ate breakfast and ran to the bus stop.
At the foot of Bodhi Mountain, my mother and I looked up at the mountain and saw street lamps one after another, flying to the top of the mountain like fireflies. Still like a python winding on the mountain.
My mother and I came to the gate of Bodhi Mountain.
The gate stands tall and strong in the square.
The flowers in the square trembled slightly in the morning breeze, and the fragrance surged, which was intoxicating.
We crossed the longevity pool and came to the seal.
The seal is placed on the scroll, full of poetry and painting.
Now, like Tim, I have the courage of 100 million lions and the strength of 100 million horses to climb mountains.
But I can't walk halfway up the mountain. My mother encouraged me to say, "son, keep doing things!" " "Hearing this, I cheered up and ran to the mountain.
Finally, I was exhausted.
I said, "Mom, Mom ..." But no matter how I called it, it didn't help.
Finally, my mother replied, "Look, I'm not tired with so many things on my shoulders.
As a villain, you still call me empty-handed ... "I am deeply ashamed to hear that.
So, I dragged my tired body and walked again.
Finally, we came to the top of the mountain.
We watched the deep Dharma Cave, the lifelike cliff carvings and the beautiful lotus pool ... Finally, we came to Bordet to burn incense.
My mother and I sincerely pray for the safety and health of my family. I am smart and capable, and then put the incense sticks in the soft and fresh soil in the incense burner.
Mother asked, "Can we stop trying after praying?" I said, "No.
""by the way, you have to do everything through your own efforts.
"My mother said.
When we walked the whole temple and returned to the gate, we found that the soil had been covered with incense ashes and there were more and more people.
My mother and I walked down the hill.
Ah! There are too many people. A sea of people.
When I reached the foot of the mountain, I saw that the police uncle had blocked the road and told the people who came: "There are too many people on the mountain to stand. Don't go up again. This is also for your safety.
"On the way home, we were always glad that our decision was correct.
This climb not only exercised my willpower, but also made me know that there are many people who live long, and even made me understand that I must not fight unprepared.
Today, I had a very happy and meaningful National Day holiday.
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Beautiful nature is a landscape; Innocence is a landscape; Helping others is a landscape; Hard-working figure, a landscape; Hard work is a landscape; The meticulous care of parents is also a landscape.
Every scenery fascinates us and adds luster to our lives.
Beautiful nature is a magnificent scenery.
From the flawless white snow in the Alps to the bright sunshine in the Aegean Sea, from the forests in vast expanse, Siberia to the endless plains in Texas.
Form a beautiful picture, spread out on the beautiful nature.
Children's innocence is a naive landscape.
I seem to have seen the descendants of Lu build a sand city to block Confucius' way, and naively asked whether to "let the city or the city give way to the car". Confucius was forced to make a detour and worship his son as a teacher.
This landscape is not eternal, but it has been praised and pursued by countless people for thousands of years.
Helping others is a selfless landscape, unlike a fleeting childlike innocence. This landscape has been preserved and recited by kind people.
Lei Feng, an ordinary soldier in China, has helped countless people in trouble and solved countless others' problems in his limited life.
But his life is too short, and God didn't care for this kind man.
But God left his spirit to countless people.
The hard-working figure of the teacher is a dazzling landscape. Many teachers in "Spring silkworms die, candles burn at night" have been working hard since they were young and strong, and they have been lying in their beds thinking about their life pillars dedicated to the country until they are white-haired.
Every scenery is fascinating to us: every scenery may make me think for a long time. What kind of scenery will I become in the future? "Life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, what you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of seeing the scenery ..." This is my favorite advertising word-because it is short, but it contains profound philosophy.
Scenery is everywhere, because it is integrated into our lives.
The scenery in my eyes does not need to be elegant or gorgeous. It can be simple and kind. In my eyes, sunny days are a kind of scenery, and rainy days are also a kind of scenery.
On sunny days, we can bathe in the sunshine and get close to the embrace of nature; On rainy days, we can sit by the window and look at the scenery outside, let our thoughts fly thousands of miles away, let our hearts wash away melancholy, leave happiness, wash away dust and leave purity.
The scenery in my eyes doesn't need to be spectacular or famous at home and abroad. It can be fresh and natural. In my eyes, a small piece of grass is enough to make me happy. I can greedily suck the faint scent of grass in the air and walk in the shallow grass. I like the feeling that my pants are wet with dew. Although I can't taste the grass like a cow, I can sleep on the grass and let nature enjoy it in my dream. In my eyes, a delicate orchid is better than those famous mountains and rivers. Buddha said, "One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi". I can smell the faint flowers, listen to the sound of flowers blooming and falling, and feel everything with my heart. I want to share the joy of blooming with orchids and feel the magnificence of blooming and dying. I'm going to break one and dedicate it to my beloved and my mother, so that they can share the joy of discovering the scenery with me.
The scenery in my eyes is not a romantic, warm and moving plot without sadness and separation, nor is it calm. The scenery in my eyes is "the sentence is open, a petty man is anxious and worried.." "I want to know you, and the mountains have no edges, but I dare to separate from you."
The scenery in my eyes is the persistence of Kuafu, Jingwei and Gong Yu, the wisdom of Newton and Einstein, the boiling blood and gushing blood in the Trojan and Roman wars ... I am a person who is good at discovering scenery. I can be happy, happy and sad about the scenery I found. The scenery can be different, but the inner peace is the same. The scenery in my eyes is always so beautiful and colorful ... in my eyes.
Please indicate the source? Write a poem by Bodhi Mountain.