Walk from the dam, stop at the "water near the heart" and arrive at the No.4 post station of "Echo of Nature". Red flowers and green leaves along the road, fresh air, light and pleasant. Sitting by the lake with your back to the sun is warm and comfortable. Occasionally look up at the sky, and there are white clouds like the sea in the blue sky among the green trees.
Some people like running, but I prefer walking slowly and casually. Inadvertently, stop and go, stop and have a look. Please make yourself at home. Freedom, leisure. So I tried to slow down. However, because of work and time, I can't help getting faster. There is always a rope in my heart. Ah, warm sunshine, clear mountains and clear water. I think it would be great if we could go on like this, not tired of the world and move with our hearts.
At this time, a different kind of "music" was introduced to the ear. When I went up, I saw several different men and women coming. Curious question: Where are you from? The man told me it was from Sichuan. I can't ask you the details, but they say it should be Tibetan compatriots. A middle-aged man was wearing a reddish-brown robe and a rosary. Another old man sat in an electric wheelchair, playing with Buddhist scriptures, as if he had read them. I watched them taking pictures and chanting, and thought, I am curious about these people who come to the south. Similarly, they are also very novel about this south. It's completely different regions and different environments. However, no matter how lively the south is, I think it doesn't matter to Buddhists. Just like chanting, the whole world is paying attention to it. What do you mean prosperous or not? Every move is just an ordinary person like me.
Walking on the fresh and clean greenway, white clouds are blossoming, and I read a sentence in my heart, "A wisp of breeze sends white clouds." I feel familiar with myself. After investigation, it turned out that it was written by the Zen master Huai Hai of Tang Baizhang:
Think while walking: Living is to make yourself happy.
I used to say that I believe in Buddhism and yearn for the realm of Buddhism. To tell the truth, I have a negative psychology of escaping from the world. Think about it, is the Buddhist temple in reality as you wish? Not necessarily.
Now it is different to say that the breeze sends white clouds. This is an attitude, a realm, and even a way of life.
When I walked back, the sun was just right, and when I was about to reach a bend in the dam, the cat meowed in my ear. I guess it's in a tree in the inner forest. I looked up and saw a man and a woman coming face to face. I heard the woman say, "Where did this cat come from?" I followed her to have a look. I saw the woman crouching down and found a black cat lying on the grass next to her. The woman showed affection for the cat. The black cat also came forward to have close contact with her. I cried again and again, probably hungry. While stroking the black cat with her hand, the woman looked up at the man and said, "Why are you here? But there is nothing to eat at hand. " When I stopped, the woman looked back at me. I saw the black cat's abdomen and said, "Is it pregnant?" The woman said, "No, it's a man." When the woman said this, she saw that it reached out and stroked the black cat's tail, and the cat's tail became warped. I think, how do women know that black cats are male? Later, I went to check the cat's male and female to understand. The woman's action of stroking the cat's tail is obviously intentional, so she knows that the black cat is a male. Women's behavior just shows that women have natural motherhood.
I remember, I think the black cat barked at me, at least at first. It saw mine first. I wonder if it is really hungry? It's a little strange to be here. Maybe someone put it up at the post office.
Did you go to Taomeiyuan to see the plum blossoms?
Most of them have buds. There is a tree on the hillside that is basically fully open. The little bee buzzed back and forth on the branch.
Ah, morning plum. Chun Mei!
According to past experience, it will open about a week after the bud. There are flowers all over the mountains and the trees are covered with snow, so it will be beautiful.
It's just that it didn't surprise me to meet Mei Lei Mei Kai today. Looking at the buds and white flowers, it feels like the scene in previous years. It seems that with the passage of time, people's tactile nerves are numb.