sunlight, such as rain, such as the mother's arms, still affectionately embrace you. Heart Buddha, wherever, will not be afraid, it will be a brighter future, the world is not no love good people!Cultivation of the mind, is to repair a good heart, not greedy, not angry, not crazy, with people, with their good works. Good does not know what is evil, immorality as a child I do not know what that is, the kind of truth, goodness, beauty of mind, is the Buddha's heart. Zen, reference is his heart and watched his heart, remove garbage daily intracardiac until spotless mirror in general, even the mirror is also not available. A thorough understanding of Heaven, a thorough understanding of the origin of space, a thorough understanding of the truth of the universe and life, from the heart without anxious about obstruction and without terror and distorted dream. Life should be crying, laughing to go."Gently I go, as I gently come; I gently waved, do not the western sky clouds quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here; I wave of the sleeves, do not take a clouds. "I like this chic, do not stand upright, not empty sack, money is also fun, poverty also music, music has also lost also happy, sunny are happy, too happy rain. Life is short, not white music is not music. The so-called practice, but is a person, and to make heartless people just do not care, not a dead end, see through, to lay down, revel, comfortable, there is a sense of balance, there are pros and cons of an indifferent heart, happy, free nothing to go live. Finally learned in the downtown, such as at the quiet room; thousands of people, such as unhindered. Taishan collapse in the former, without blinking an eye, when it is only a dream. The sky is falling, do not fear, because revel.Cursive script, regular script as you want to write, very moving, must have a very quiet mind. The center of the typhoon is often stationary. Into a major event, must have a Zen state of mind, such as such as not moving, the wind go again. Habitat shabby homes and feel humble, quality bread and water and feel light. Life In fact, when not to practice, where they do not practice, "are all really green bamboo, lush flower does Wisdom." A bookstore, a Buddhist temple, a bed, you can Kongkuo world, where three thousand worlds loner, overweening.The size of the mind, the decision realm of life; state of life, determine the height of the text. Clear your heart of the text, to read exhilarating, heart harmless. Coarse clothes, can prime their products; luxury gorgeous, its products can be elegant; Recipe, its products can be pro; rareness, bloom.Slowly chewing Autumn Whispers, on the fleeting melody playing, so you say you want to turn a blind eye.Because I like a little bit before spreading; because like, I will think of you encounter.So squirming, remembering the original most beautiful love have only fragments. I'm your little space of one episode.Back to square one again, accept the cool early autumn, not always tell the story.If the shallow autumn flowersToday, I stand autumn intersection, extend a little bit with my eyes.What makes me so focused brewing yesterday's style? And what makes me yesterday to reproduce Thanksgiving?My epiphany in ancient poem in a, sigh, I use the language to describe those drawing near.I want to go all the way, such as big flower big flower clouds gather and disperse.How I wish that I look up to so-called love is blue, clear without the slightest contamination, not to relax a little depressed.He held the time did not give my thoughts a little lace inserts, and hurried away. Falling, dry, we have come so unsympathetic.It turned out that love is just a vase of roses, have a shelf life, it will have been out of eachother.So, I convinced myself to myself, so short life, or do a careful preparation for yourself!Shallow autumn CantabileMemory is an open city, accommodate too vast. Pages and pages of old things so stored.I have no urge to think about narrative, so Enron quiet place. With printed in a distant sky forehead.Well, I can give myself up to the time, or do a long journey, or in place to do a Zen enlightenment.I never see a trace of lyricism in the lonely Tokgo, I caught a bunch of sunshine reinvent yourself.Huge world, but also no promise I will not help wandering. In fact, loneliness is a smooth course to enjoy.It seems to open the door of this open, free to blossom, this open, Yunjuanyunshu indifferent.Just you and me gently through the world, you pass by, passing me. Then run away ......So far, no miss.You have your pain, he had his trouble, I have my tired, everyone has their own way to go, whether it is straight and level road, or tortuous trail; everyone has their own things to do ; whether Wyatt heart of a good thing, or helpless tedious; no one's heart is always calm water. Everyone has everyone's life problems; everyone has everyone's mood tangled; everyone has everyone's life, the answer is not necessary to follow the example of others. Manage their mouth, hold his own heart, do not envy other people's lives, do not evaluate others right or wrong, do not care about give and take, when to give, do not get carried away, when you lose, do not lose heart lose heart, open-minded, it is a tolerance; discard , is a kind of wisdom, forget, is a blessing; strong, is a character; life is a natural, life is simple; my demon, I'm your slave, busy watching the flowers breeze oblique waist, Canhong spit dirty butterflies face. "By small drizzle was endless, tears wet spring, Flower speechless and I was speechless." This is how a beauty? US to silent, the United States to osteoclasts, the United States to Qinglei dash, beautiful and became a demon.Jiangnan spring, how many little wild. Barren, no place, from afar, red and purple flower powder, such as actually ignite a fire, one Xia, burned half the sky, the sky changed color straight burned. Also prefer secluded flower, thirty-two, cold, stuck his head in deep green, ice, not for the name.Twenty-three invite friends, drinking flowers, wine to half drunk, to the half-open flowers, semi-monthly to a man in mid-air between half tone. A once in a lifetime "smoked" word. Stay drunk touch, leaving a touch of spring, ready for it, watching rain pear, Recipe, affair.Montreal desolate, after the bustling, sigh a defeat to stray shadow. Interphalangeal years, inadvertently tear the heart; occasionally think of some of the old time, miss some of the old people, the pain is still among heart, memories began to learn aground; more and more impressed with the warmth from those old days, the more to know more, the old, always good, no matter who, what a pain. We always used with a memory, the way to go now, then in a casual moment, remember bits and pieces of the past, suddenly burst into tears.Memories of youth, who hit the heart, stirring memories of the long gallery. Time who never stopped to pity sorrow, youth and had just one move. Those days have been happy and carefree, we can only lament suddenly alone in the dark of the night no one. It was at this point that we deeply appreciate, this world nothing is eternal, everything can not escape the world of carving and weathering.Maybe ever really have too many things tie him down with me, so many times in the dead of night, quietly recalls. This day looking at firmament of stars, those stars Bright flashes in the end how many secrets, speechless. That we are just a dust in this vast, tiny micro invisible. Once, those who come and go in life, and now, how much memory is left, how many people we should go memories. Those moments away, leaving only a pale, with messy mood. PASSING fleeting, those beautiful for years but not whom to stay. Perhaps the time of rotation too hastily, how much can only meet pass. How many walk, we can only give each other leave some faint memories.These years of wandering, self-pity,