The figure of rustling
Small cold.The rain enthusiastically into unlined upper garment each corner, thin touch, I don’t know, ever find a little comfort, or a warm, with the spring breeze, blew away the heart of light, the cold breath diffuses, guojin dripping coat.Looking back at the bleak always Make the land more abundant walter Suddenly look back, who come road, the road is long, quiet field and a sigh reverberate once. Desolate poignance, seeking road, lights dim shadows of the scene, heavy, confuse, DaoBuMing, yes or no? Tell?
Yuhua to inadvertently drilling eye, the eyes moist, bleak comes road, imperceptible in slowly fuzzy, as between heaven and earth this way only lonely silhouette against a storm, find the road, even depression in the mess.
Return. Youth is the most beautiful time The figure of rustling, bit by bit lost in the dark night, long before the ChongChong unclear, the road, which is a home, which a lamp that is able to stop light?Return, return where? Moonlight launch, one curved crescent moon, lens light and gay saaml star, according to shine on the other side quietly sky, a glowing, is that the end-result of waiting, naughty blink?
Neither rain nor shine.The bodhi tree, clear this is also the stage. Originally nothing there, where provoked dust.
Worldly buckish, just unreal become empty, eventually is the dream be 1, why insistence and the world, you are buried under wind and rain.Not by thing happy, to the oneself is not sad. Mental, what could be shaken your heart, even find that single waiting eyes, there is at least hope, isn’t it? Why let yourself of self bury!
On good water!Storm has set eyes and hope, mountains and rivers, flowing, a school garden feeling of joy, arises spontaneously, place oneself in mind world of quiet, why pathetic.
Processing your request, Please wait....
