Meditation

The moonlight like water finally broke through the clouds and hung on the branches lightly. The reflection of the leaves fell on the ground, making it particularly clear and gentle. The boundless sky, with a few stars, released the depression covered by the gloomy clouds for many days, flashing slowly and permeating with joy. So late at night, the prosperity was gone. When everything comes to calm, the wet land is the habitat from branches and dead leaves. A lonely person who came back at night walked alone on the deserted street with silent steps on the ground and trembling shoulders, but he hoped to walk into the warm home quickly and get into the warm bed, get involved in your lover’s arms. Looking out of the window, loneliness arises spontaneously. The melodious and soft music played a lovesickness, which sounded in my ears, stirring up some feelings. Thoughts, slower than the cold wind, like water trickling, ran over the years, cut through time and space, stopped, the dusty memory of that year. The wild weeds swaying in the wind in the heart, disturbing the gradually calm mind. Therefore, I stepped into the deep yearning. Gently and carefully, open the wrinkled past and blow it away in the wind. I want to put it down, bury it in the soil, leave sadness to heaven and earth, and leave joy to myself. Open my heart, I would like to face the gentle moonlight again and turn to the embrace of the sunrise. The rain may fall again, and the wind will not stop blowing. However, the heart after several wind and rain is wrapped by the warmth of love, and will never be wet by the drizzle, and will never be invaded by the cold wind. Raise your head and look up, the crescent moon like a hook is looking down at me from a distance, and a burst of peace flows into your heart. Throw the sincere instruction in your heart to the Moonlight. On the silver hook, it is a place where I hang my concerns. Let it resounding through the sky like wind chimes, and hear it. And every tinkling is a silent blessing. Weave a dream for myself with my own fantasy, build a pagoda and store all I have. In the tower, I have many years of happy time, the ups and downs I have experienced, the achievements I have experienced, and the sadness I feel sad for several times. When I feel sad and bored, I can open the gate of the pagoda, collect sadness, release joy, turn missing into a happy concern, and let myself bathe in a pool of happiness, fengqing clear, night. Meditation in this silent night, gradually found that, originally, tranquility is also a melody of the night; Darkness is also a beautiful picture of the night; And missing is originally a kind of happiness.

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