Leaves of feelings

It was given to me by a good friend many years ago when he learned that I liked collecting leaves and traveled to other places. This maple leaf witnessed an extraordinary friendship between us. Staring at it, the past is eternal in my heart. Now it is still so red, however, we have already gone further and no books. The leaves clipped in the book or pressed, red, yellow, green, and the lead flowers are gone, leaving only venation, thin leaves like gauze. A deep or shallow, thick or light memory is engraved on the back of each leaf. When we are in the deep night of the world, or when we feel tired and extremely tired, we are facing these leaves silently. It inspires me to think in confusion, stimulates me to forge ahead when I am tired, and gives me a wisp of deep comfort when I am lonely and bored. The ginkgo leaf flies like a butterfly. It has a longer history than human beings. After experiencing the cold of quaternary glacier, it survived tenaciously and became a living fossil of plants in the history of biological evolution. From it, I can understand a spirit and fade out of a realm. Yes, what difficulties can’t be overcome in life? There is no tree in the Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stage; There is nothing in the past, where is the dust? That is the Bodhi Leaves picked up in Nanhua Temple in Shaoguan many years ago. At that time, the tour guide said that the three wishes Made by Walking three circles around the millennium Bodhi tree and picking up three leaves would be realized. Listening to the ancient legend, with the sound of ethereal bell and drum, We devoutly appreciate the mystery of Zen. There is only colorless Bodhi leaves left in the veins, which are dust-proof. Under the light, the reticular veins circled the meditation machine which was hard to decode. In front of it, our impetuous hearts become clear and clean. Of course, I still have the red and purple rose leaves that I have treasured so far. There is a love story that only he and I can understand. At the beginning of the story, it was as fresh and tender as this leaf, until it was so strong that it turned purple. At last, it had to wither ,, now, it brought me the epiphany of life, not only in memory, but also in depth. People’s mood is sometimes like the tender leaves stretching in the spring breeze, sometimes like the fallen leaves drifting in the autumn wind. Whether it is happy or melancholy, can you pick a piece and treasure it? Because of today’s feelings, tomorrow may disappear without a trace. If you don’t cherish it, when will you wait?!

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