Winter Warm Sun (2) a book a World

After experiencing the bustle of yesterday, we finally had a quiet time at noon today. Stay alone in the three-room hostel and enjoy this quiet time. The sound of water flowing from the heating pipe set off the room more quiet. In the rainy weather, I couldn’t help writing at the desk, the inner feelings flow out. I am very lucky to bring papyrus and my favorite books. It is unnecessary to worry about it. I always wear it before, but never take it out to read. Wearing it is just a kind of psychological comfort, and I regret it when I bring it back. This is a good start. I don’t want to repeat the past regrets. On the way, I tried to find a peace with the busy world and live a good life. In the morning, I rushed to the urban area to do things. I came from the suburb and looked at the vehicles coming in and out at the bus station, as well as the tired eyes on the vehicles. I didn’t know where they came from and where they went, only the hurried figure came into my sight and disappeared. I am also one of them. I am a passer-by in others’ eyes when I am on a shabby bus for one thing. There is a story behind each hurried figure. Will they sit down quietly and settle down their minds after being hurried? When I hurried back, I told myself to be calm and slowly went back to the restaurant to have buffet. It was a little late and there was not much food to choose from, but it was enough to fill my stomach. Take your time, take your time, don’t want to be with each other, just want to be alone. Solitude is free, and solitude is quiet. I just read, write and listen to the sound of running water indoors alone. There is neither the noise of TV nor the disturbance of dialogue, only the rustle of strokes on the paper, which complement each other with running water and express the inner joy together. I slept very late last night. After drinking, I was a little indulgent. I shouted loudly and said loudly that I should have disturbed many people who were looking for peace at that time. Now I think it’s really ashamed. I clearly remembered that after last night, the whole building became quiet. The quiet time and space made me uncomfortable. I was so quiet that I couldn’t drink at all and went to sleep for a long time. I think this should be called waking up quietly, not starting up. The quietness after noise will be so powerful, not only the beauty of silence is better than sound here, but also the silent instruction. After breakfast, there were still a few minutes before the lecture, so I read the books I brought with me in the dormitory. Watching TV by my roommates did not hinder my reading interest. The text of “fallen leaves return to Root” is still so fresh. In my eyes, there are golden leaves, blue sky and beautiful sunset. With the thoughts of Dharma Chan master, I can feel life from the change of nature, clear my superficial cognition. I used the pen to draw down a paragraph of touching words: I sat under the window and listened sideways, listening attentively to the silent voice. If you listen to the silent world attentively, the existing courtyard will open to you. The universe is a huge living body, and we ourselves are a part of it. When we open ourselves to the huge living body, we can get closer to the origin of life. I wrote down two words of the universe and the universe in the blank space of the book, thinking while writing, whether I can still feel the mood when writing these two words later, and concluded that no one except me could understand the intention of writing this word. I am want to say, it is also the theory of the universe, which comes down in one continuous line with “the most magical 24 lessons” that I have come into contact with, and the latter is theoretical, dharma Chan master is a model of applying theory to practice. I can imagine the hardship of life in the mountain, but I haven’t found any complaints from the Buddhist master. On the contrary, there are freshness, gratitude and happiness between the lines, which is exactly the perfect combination with the universe. In this hurried world, we actually don’t need so much. The Buffet at noon only needs to fill the stomach. A book, a pen, a piece of papyrus and silence for a long time are the most abundant spiritual feast. At this time, you can listen attentively to the silent voice. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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