Still waters run deep

I like to be an old-style woman, hiding in a small building to be unified, doing feminine red, chanting poems, occasionally drawing two strokes or something. But it was a pity that I was born in the wrong era, so I had to ridicule myself. My old-fashioned female complex will become a pain forever in my heart. Because life goes on. Every day, I have to worry about those trivial things. I am not living in a vacuum. How can I get rid of vulgar things. But I have a way to escape from reality temporarily, that is to hide in the pile of old paper and enjoy myself. People have no right to choose to be born, but they always have the right to choose to study. Books can satisfy all my wishes and make me breathe fresh air. It is a great pleasure to have books with you! In the book, I was in high spirits, totally different from usual. I can sing for others, cry for others, and communicate with masters of Chinese studies of different ages, ages and genders. They are my true good teachers and friends. Nowadays, in the eyes of Chinese people, I am also honored as an alternative throne. At least in my life circle, people regard me as an alien. Not for anything else, just because of my personality. I have always been a plain face-to-face, unsmiling dignity, a pretentious, unsociable and weird behavior. In fact, it doesn’t mean that I am lofty and unique. To put it bluntly, I just have personality. Who has no personality? But there are always some warm-hearted people who say something unpleasant, and they are just good people who like to play tricks and worry about eating radish at leisure. I know that I have neither national color and natural fragrance nor small family Jade; I have neither the language talent of spouting, nor the eloquent debate skill. I only love to wash away the lead and survive in the world. I don’t like to wear gold and silver. I don’t like to wear heavy make-up, and I don’t have any alertness. My pure heart almost doesn’t understand the worldly wisdom. I only know that in my spare time, I can dance with literature and ink and admire myself. Although it can’t become a big climate, it also enjoys itself and is endless. Sometimes I thought with self-mockery that the world was so big that there were all kinds of birds, let alone me, a little girl who was not qualified. Whether I am arrogant or unsociable, let others say it on their own way. One day, I was lucky enough to enjoy the four-character ink treasure in the depth of still water at my friend’s place, and a kind of love came into being. When my friend saw me staring at the words on the wall, he explained the meaning to me. Silence refers to the feeling of life; Water refers to the source of life; Flow refers to the continuation of life; Deep refers to the charm of life. Ah, this is really a meditation machine of life! When I looked at these four words carefully, I suddenly felt a kind of broad and boundless quietness, a kind of relaxing quietness. The body and mind are like experiencing a kind of baptism. All unhappiness and all life experiences disappear in a flash. I lament the extensive and profound Chinese culture, and I thank my parents for raising me to this great land of China. If there is an afterlife, I will still choose: Born in SI, grow up in SI, sing and cry in SI. Because I really like these Chinese characters which are full of mysteries and fantastic. I dare say that there is no country in the world whose characters can be comparable to the bizarre and profound Chinese characters. Facing these characters, I suddenly felt my insignificance and superficiality. I only hate that I can’t do calligraphy. Assuming that I can read and understand the four words of the depth of the still water, and then dip it in the pen and ink, and write it freely, what kind of wonderful enjoyment should it be. The so-called bamboo pipe is safe in the world, hidden in the splendid Heart roll! Still waters run deep, I two forget; Sea Wangyun, heart clear self-evident. Inner peace is the real happiness.

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