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Occasionally, on a certain road, I saw kapok litters, standing alone in dark brown, with a bleak posture. At this time, I will think, kapok has fallen again, how many times can I see the beautiful kapok open in my life? Occasionally, in the roadside cafe, I saw the green light, and an old woman in plain clothes, holding her little granddaughter, hurried across the road. At this moment, I will think that the old woman used to be a girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, and that girl will one day become an old woman holding her granddaughter. Occasionally stop at the footbridge on the road and look down at the endless traffic under the footbridge, but feel that Mercedes-Benz is like a still picture. At this moment, I will think, where is the starting point? Where will it end? Go home once in a while and wash your hands when you turn on the tap. I saw the clear water gushing out and flowing rapidly, and suddenly I stood there with a deep tremor. At this moment, I feel: it seems that the tap is not water, but time, mood, or an idea. Occasionally, I found a forgotten iris on a country road. It looks like a phoenix flower, but it is more elegant than the phoenix flower. When I leaned over to smell the flowers, an iris suddenly fell, which surprised me. At this time, I will think, is this flower the phantom of the butterfly, or is the butterfly the predecessor of the flower? In the silent night, it is creepy to occasionally hear the neighbor's cat chasing lust on the roof and barking painfully at each other. At this moment, I think the animal's lust is so rough, but if we look at human beings back and forth from a relatively delicate high point, isn't man such a rough animal? Occasionally, in a small pond in the mountains, I saw a red water lily, which was pulled out of the shallow swamp and made beautiful notes, as if ignoring the pollution outside. At this time, I will think: ah! Ah! What kind of experience do we need to be like this pure lotus? Occasionally ... occasionally, we live like others, but if we calm our hearts like a lake without waves, we can see this endless complex world with a clear mind and find wisdom in all the beauty, corruption, purity and filth. If we are wise people, all the troubles will bring us consciousness, and all the little things will make us feel its significance and value. It is not so difficult to seek wisdom in the world. The most important thing is to make our own soft hearts soft enough to see a petal falling in a flower, which makes us tremble because we know its meaning. Only soft can be sensitive; Only softness can be tolerant; Only soft can be exquisite; Only its softness can surpass itself, and even when we are injured, we can tolerate our wounds. Softness is the bud of great compassion and the seed of bodhicitta. A soft heart is the source of our life in the secular world, and we can always feel the clarity of ourselves. The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, the vastest sea is soft, the boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are the softest!

Our inner softness can be more beautiful than petals, greener than grass, wider than the ocean, and more comfortable than the sky and clouds. Softness is the most powerful and lasting. Let's open a soft and clean lotus of wisdom in a humble and muddy world!

The composition of life

I know a makeup artist. She is really good at makeup and is famous for it. I'm a little curious about this person who lives in a completely different field from me, because in my impression, no matter how learned makeup is, it's just superficial learning, and it's really not something that a wise person should pursue. So, I couldn't help asking her, "You have studied makeup for so many years. What kind of talents can make up? " What is the highest level of makeup? "For such a problem, the elderly makeup artist showed a deep smile. She said: "The highest level of makeup can be described in two words, that is' nature'. The most subtle makeup technique is to make people look as if they don't have makeup. The makeup matches the identity of the owner and can naturally show the personality and temperament of that person. The second makeup is to highlight people, make her conspicuous and attract people's attention. Bad makeup is when people come out and find that she wears a lot of makeup, and this makeup is to cover up her shortcomings or age. The worst kind of makeup is that it distorts one's personality and loses the coordination of five senses after makeup. For example, people with small eyes become thick eyebrows, people with big faces become white faces, and people with big mouths become red lips ... "I didn't expect that the highest state of makeup turned out to be no makeup, but it turned out to be natural, which made me sit up and take notice. The makeup artist saw that I was fascinated and continued: "Isn't this just like writing an article? Bad articles are often piled up with words, distorting the author's personality. A better article is radiant and attractive, but others know that you are writing an article. The best article is the natural expression of the author. He doesn't pile it up. When reading, he doesn't feel that he is reading an article, but a life. "What a clever man! However, "people who make up are just working hard on the epidermis!" "I sighed. "No," said the makeup artist, "makeup is only the last side, and few facts can be changed. The deeper makeup is to change a person's physique and make a person change his lifestyle. Adequate sleep, attention to exercise and nutrition will improve her skin and make her energetic, which is much more effective than makeup. The deeper makeup is to change temperament, read more books, appreciate art, think more, be optimistic about life, have confidence in life, be kind-hearted, care for others, love yourself and have dignity. Such a person can't go anywhere without makeup, and the makeup on his face is only the last little thing in makeup. I use three simple sentences to explain that third-rate makeup is face makeup, second-rate makeup is spiritual makeup, and first-class makeup is life makeup. " The makeup artist then came to the conclusion: "Isn't the person you wrote the article also a makeup artist? Third-rate articles are the makeup of words, second-rate articles are the makeup of spirit, and first-rate articles are the makeup of life. So, do you know how to make up? " I stood up to pay tribute to the wisdom of the female makeup artist, and I was deeply ashamed of my original view of makeup artists. Farewell to the makeup artist, I walked in the dark place on my way home, and had such a profound understanding: in this world, all appearances are not independent and self-existent, and they must have their profound internal significance. Then, the best way to change the appearance is not to work hard on the appearance, but to reform from the inside. Unfortunately, people who work hard on appearance often don't understand this truth.

Sea lion collar

At Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco, there is a place where sea lions gather. Visitors can only watch from a distance. A notice was posted on the dock: "This dock belongs to the United States Navy. Feeding, throwing or intimidating sea lions will be brought to justice. " The United States is indeed an advanced country in protecting wild animals, and even "intimidating" animals will be prosecuted! While watching the sea lions, a group of children chattered towards the dock, led by two young female teachers. It turned out that the kindergarten teacher took the children to see sea lions and taught outdoors. The adults on the dock gave the best viewing seats to the children-America is also an advanced country in terms of courtesy and care for the elderly, women and children. I heard the kindergarten teacher say to the children, "Do you see the sea lion on the right? It has a ring around its neck." "Yes!" "That's not its necklace, but its scar. This sea lion played in the sea when he was a child. Seeing a collar, I went in to play. Unexpectedly, he went in and couldn't get out. The little sea lion keeps growing and the collar is getting tighter and tighter. He was caught in the meat, bleeding and painful, and was found just before being strangled. He cut the coil to save it. " The children listened attentively, and their faces showed very painful expressions. "So, you must never throw anything into the sea in the future, which may kill a sea lion." The teacher took the children away. I was deeply moved at fisherman's wharf in the morning. This is the best education. I hope our teachers can educate children in the same way. Sea lion's collar is ignorant and barbaric, and many of us adults don't know it. If we want to teach our children how to cherish and care for all sentient beings, we must first take off our ignorant and savage collars!

White butterfly by the sea

Two friends and I went to the seaside to take pictures and sketch. One of my friends is a photographer and the other is a painter. At the same time, they were moved by the beauty of abandoned villages, abandoned ships and dead branches by the sea, but ignored the white and long beach. I watched them take out their cameras and sketchbooks and sit in the abandoned bow to work, so deep and focused. I thought that usually we all feel good about what is alive, and the life in front of us has long since passed away. Why do we still feel beautiful? I'm afraid what we feel is time and the beauty of impermanence and loneliness! Then, I come to a conclusion: if a person is willing to keep the heart looking for good feelings, then beauty can be seen in the change of things, whether it is vibrant or dead silence. The root of that kind of beauty lies not in things, but in the heart, in feelings, and even in the eyes. While thinking, the photographer exclaimed, "Ah! Butterfly! A group of white butterflies. " With his cry, he immediately jumped up and ran to the coast. Looking in the direction where he was running, there were seven or eight white shadows chasing after him on the beach, which also surprised me. Where did the butterflies by the sea come from? Without plants and flowers, the wind is so wild. But those white butterflies flying upside down are really beautiful. No wonder the photographer runs so fast. If you can take a picture of white butterflies flying on the beach, it will be worth it. I noticed the photographer standing there staring at the white butterfly. Without raising his camera, he rushed over and caught one of them. Those photos seem to be silent and slowly moving silhouettes in the movie. Then, the photographer walked back in slow motion, and the white butterfly on the beach was still flying behind him. "Did you get it?" I asked him. He humbly opened his right hand. That's the butterfly he just caught. The three of us laughed at the same time. It turned out that what he caught was not a white butterfly, but a blank sheet of paper. Paper is garbage on the beach, and it is danced by the sea breeze. From a distance, it looks like a flock of white butterflies flying on the sea. The truth is often so ruthless. I said to the photographer, "if you hadn't gone to see it, we would have thought it was a white butterfly!" " "Indeed, visually, junk paper and white butterfly are exactly the same and can't be distinguished. Our perception of beauty comes not so much from vision as from imagination. When we see "white butterflies flying on the sea" and "junk paper flying on the sea", both the picture and the vision are the same, but the difference is our imagination. This makes us think that sensory feelings are unreal, and we are often deceived by our senses. In fact, in life, it is common to treat paper as a white butterfly! Before I got married, my girlfriends were all white butterflies. After I got married, I found it was just a piece of paper. A good friend turned out to be a white butterfly, only to see that it was a piece of paper after breaking off diplomatic relations. Unfinished poems, unrequited love, awakened dreams, ethereal manor on the top of the mountain and endless stories are all white butterflies dancing by the sea, so there is no need to rush to see them. As long as it is expressed, there will be an ending and no longer flow. At this time, it immediately stopped and became a piece of paper. When I got home, I sat in my study and looked at the direction of the North Sea. I think, just this afternoon, we were sitting on the coast of the North Sea and saw white butterflies-Oh, no! White pieces of paper _ flying in the wind. Now, these seemingly real experiences have all become illusions with the wind. Or, they will fly in their dreams, or, at a certain seaside, in a certain life, they will feel like butterflies. Alas! A real white butterfly is sucking nectar from a pot of mirabilis jalapa I am planting now! Do you believe it or not? You believe, then you are a person with aesthetic feeling. At the seaside of life, you will often see white butterflies flying in and out. If you don't believe it, you are a down-to-earth person. At the seaside of life, you tend to sprint quickly to find the truth about paper and butterflies.

Warm a pot of wine in the moonlight

If the boiled snow is really true, everything else can be left behind. We can put tonight's sweet-scented osmanthus in an empty bottle, wait for the sweet-scented osmanthus to wither, and when autumn is over, open the bottle cap and savor it. Putting the warmth of first love in a delicate glass box is enough to make us feel comfortable when we are old and open the lid and face a hot air. There are many unexpected interests, such as putting moonlight in a hip flask and drinking it with slow fire ... There is a real meaning here, and that is the kingdom of Brewmaster. I used to live in Lion Mountain with my friends. I drink under a big stone engraved with "Heart is Buddha" every evening. I often drink until the moonlight is full before I go back to sleep in the monk temple and live a fairy-like life. On the last day, we were all a little drunk. When we walked down the hill with a hip flask, we felt that our chests were full of mountain incense and clouds, and we didn't know where we were drinking until we knew where we were. Sometimes abstract things can be perceived by us, and sometimes tangible things can become invisible in the blink of an eye. Time is evidence that we really feel our existence when we are alive. As soon as the footsteps of time pass, they can't be seen in an instant. However, these lost memories can be used to drink, and will emerge after drinking. Drinking is philosophical. Preparing a lot of appetizers and drinking in a mess is the way to drink. A few peanuts and a plate of dried tofu make friends travel far. It's a good idea to drink alone until I raise my glass, ask the bright moon, bring my shadow and let the three of us. Regarding the excellent drinking method, in spring, you can drink acanthopanax bark in front of the azaleas in full bloom in the garden; In summer, I drink beer in the wild flowers on the tree; Autumn dusk, bamboo leaves boiled chrysanthemum, people drunk Haitang; In winter and cold season, facing the honeysuckle in the fence, make a pot of Daqu with wintersweet. These things have reached the point where there is nothing to drink. Of course, poetry can also be drunk. Yu Wenbao told a story in the Record of Blowing Sword after Poems in Past Dynasties, which mentioned that Su Dongpo once had a scene of a good Japanese song in Yutang. Dongpo asked, "What is my character like Liu Qi (that is, Liu Yong)?" The curtain teacher said to him, "Liu Langzhong's words are only 178 girls, holding red fangs and singing' Yang Liuan, the wind rises and the moon sets'. Bachelor degree, you must sing' Never Return' with Guan Xihan, Tongpipa and Iron Plate. " Dongpo was taken in. This story can also be quoted to drinking. Read Li Qingzhao when drinking light wine. When drinking sweet wine, read Liu Yong; Drinking hard liquor is a big song. Others, such as Xin Qiji, want to drink sorghum and sip; Drink Daqu when watching songs; When reading Li Houzhu, it is best to cook ginger juice with Mazu wine until it is bitter. As for Tao Yuanming and Li Taibai, both colors are suitable, and both of them can enjoy fine products. Drinking pure wine naturally has a real taste, but other things in the wine also have their own taste. Fan Chengda mentioned in "Luan Jun Lu": "Panyu people make heart-shaped incense, but those who use jasmine flowers have not yet opened it, wearing thin agarwood and sealing incense layer by layer. Every day is very easy, they will not wait for the flowers to wither and the flowers will be fragrant. " In my opinion, the method of making jasmine fragrance is also the method of mixing wine. Sometimes you don't have to drink it directly, so that you can have the true taste of pure wine and the aftertaste that pure wine doesn't have. I have a friend who is good at making wine. When making wine, it is surrounded by osmanthus in autumn. After drinking the wine, Gui Xiang curled up like a masterpiece. We read Tang and Song poems and know that drinking is not easy. When we think of Li Baidang's reading "Hundred Wars Wine Order", the momentum is like thunder, and poetry is like a whale sucking hundreds of rivers. We can know that people who drink these days really don't have the courage. Modern people pay attention to style rather than poetry when drinking. Yuan Mei mentioned a sentence by Yang Chengzhai in Poems with the Garden: "People who have never had talent love to talk about style, but they don't understand humor. Why? The style is empty-handed, easy to describe, funny and dedicated, not a genius. " Drinking and having fun in Qin Lou pub is a style that can warm the moonlight from last year to this year. Very humorous, very spiritual, and there are some talents in it. It is recorded in the Vimalakīrti Sutra that the goddess scattered flowers. Just as the Bodhisattva was giving a lecture to the disciples of the General Classics, the goddess appeared. Flowers were scattered between the bodhisattva and his disciples. The flowers scattered on the bodhisattva fell to the ground, but the flowers scattered on the disciples stuck to them like sticky sticks. The disciples were embarrassed and wanted to use their magic power to make it fall. The fairy said, "Those who can't spend time watching the Bodhisattva have lost all their thoughts. For example, when people are afraid, non-humans will get it. If my brother is afraid of death, color, sound, fragrance and taste can be easily touched. People who leave fear are powerless to all five desires. I haven't finished my homework yet, I'm killing my time. If you have finished learning, you can't spend it. " This is not a matter of style, but a matter of spirit. Although Buddhism pays attention to debauchery and wealth, I feel that drinking everywhere can reach the realm of Buddhism. I'm thinking, if you can resist changing your name to shallow, even if the goddess comes to scatter flowers, you can't stop. The past is like smoke, and the past is like smoke. This is what Buddhists call the realm of penance and deep cultivation.

In the plaintive sound of lonely geese flying away in the sky

What kind of feeling is it? A person walks in an alley and occasionally looks up. The phoenix flowers in other people's courtyard walls are clusters of red flowers, which are plants that have not been seen for several years and grow in their hometown. Phoenix flowers like to show their red color, as if they were born for parting. When I was a child, I liked to tie phoenix flowers into butterflies, climb tall buildings and let them fly with the wind. Her posture of spinning and falling has won a lot of childish laughter. The past is like this butterfly drifting away. Even if they spin and fall in different postures, they will eventually disappear. When I think of the phoenix flower, I think of my unfinished ambitions in this life; When I think of the phoenix flower, I think of the phoenix that doesn't live by road. Why should the phoenix flower be named after the phoenix? In this way, people always fantasize that they are a flying phoenix when they are full of emotions, and they are about to spread their wings and fly when night falls. "The Book of Songs is elegant" says: "Feng Huangming is doing his job; Wutongsheng, in the morning. " Inadvertently, a clear image floated up; A divine bird is dancing, soaring into the sky and flapping its wings; The phoenix tree, a symbol of nobility, shows a quite natural face before sunrise. A teenager, who has always liked the phoenix tree and admired it, suddenly looked up and saw that the phoenix flower was about to leave, and could not help but fantasize that he would become a phoenix tree facing the sunrise or a phoenix standing tall in the cold wind; Even think that you are a phoenix, standing on the buttonwood in Gaogang; Or! A clear phoenix, spreading its wings, broke the sky blue. However, in the distance, if there is an ode that is repeatedly sung intermittently, just like the harmony of a folk song, then it is clear and mysterious that it is not important to know clearly that a song that has been sung for more than a thousand days will be eclipsed without a short chorus in the end. So "Phoenix Flower" evokes not only the memory of becoming a butterfly in childhood, but also a regret when he dreamed of the phoenix. The impression of a fiery red flower, coupled with the song of the jackal, blew the teenager's dream and realized that he was neither a phoenix bird nor a buttonwood tree. Finally, I saw my face in a broken dream. It turned out to be just a teenager. It turned out to be a nightmare. Life, which has been dying for several years, will pass without any trace, just like when the flood passed by, it heard the crow's cry, even though it was broken. But it left a touching sadness. And a teenager who dreams of the phoenix burning, like others, waits for separation quietly, stands on the hill before sunset, and makes the sunset turn into night. Only night, only night, can subtract the red color of the phoenix flowers in the daytime?

go to all lengths

Seeing two old people playing Go in the park, playing chess is very slow, which makes the onlookers feel impatient. The first old man said interestingly, "Hey! Are you playing chess or am I playing chess? We have been thinking about a game of chess for more than ten minutes, which is very fast. Do you know that Lin Haifeng's next piece will take more than an hour? " The old man next to him booed: "Don't laugh! I am compared to Lin Haifeng. " The second old man, who looks very cultured, said, "You don't know whether it's good to play Go slowly or fast, but it's killing people, unlike playing chess with friends." In addition, when the first chess piece falls, a game of chess begins to die. Fill it in step by step, and if it is full of chess, it will be dead and the board will be removed. Slow down, slow down and die slowly! "This seemingly sharp words make the old people next to them all silent. After watching the chess game, no one hurried and no one spoke. A good go should be slowly underground, and a good life course should be savored; Don't rush to fill the chessboard, and don't rush to take the road of life. The lilies in my heart are in full bloom in a distant valley where there is a cliff thousands of feet high. I don't know when a Sayuri grew on the edge of the cliff. When the lily was just born, it looked like a weed. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed. In its heart, there is a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed." "The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce beautiful flowers." With this in mind, Lily tried to absorb water and sunshine, took root deeply and straightened her chest. Finally, on a spring morning, the first bud grew on the top of the lily. Lily is very happy, but the weeds nearby are very disdainful. They laughed at Lily privately: "This guy is obviously grass, but says he is a flower. I don't think it has buds on it. It's a brain tumor. " In public, they mocked Lily: "Stop dreaming, even if you really blossom, your value is different from ours in this wilderness!" " Lily said, "I want to blossom, because I know I have beautiful flowers;" "I want to blossom, in order to complete the solemn mission as a flower; I want to blossom, because I like to prove my existence with flowers. No matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter how you look at me, I will bloom! " Under the contempt of weeds, wild lilies are trying to release their energy. Finally, one day, it blossomed. It has become the most beautiful flower on the cliff with its white spirit and graceful charm. At this time, the weeds dare not laugh at it anymore. Dew at night, only lily knows, is a tear of deep joy. Every spring, wild lilies strive to blossom and bear seeds. Its seeds fall on valleys and cliffs with the wind, and white wild lilies are everywhere. Decades later, countless people came from cities and villages to admire lilies. Let people see the beauty they have never seen before, and they are moved to tears and touch the pure and gentle corner of their hearts. No matter how others appreciate it, the lily full of mountains will always remember the teaching of the first lily: "We should bloom silently with our hearts and prove our existence with flowers." If we really cook the snow, we can leave other things behind. Tonight, we can use an empty bottle to disperse the fragrance of osmanthus fragrans. When the osmanthus fragrans fades, we will open the bottle cap and savor it. Putting the warmth of first love in a delicate glass box, when youth is old, opening the lid and facing a heat flow is enough to make us feel comfortable. There are many unexpected benefits, such as putting moonlight in a hip flask and drinking it with slow fire ... There is a real meaning here, and that is the kingdom of Brewmaster. I used to live in Lion Mountain with my friends. I drink under a big stone engraved with "Heart is Buddha" every evening. I often drink until the moonlight is full before I go back to sleep in the monk temple and live a fairy-like life. On the last day, we were all a little drunk. When we walked down the hill with a hip flask, we felt that our chests were full of mountain incense and clouds, and we didn't know where we were drinking until we knew where we were. Sometimes abstract things can be perceived by us, and sometimes tangible things can become invisible in the blink of an eye. Time is evidence that we really feel our existence when we are alive. As soon as the footsteps of time pass, they can't be seen in an instant. However, these lost memories can be used to drink, and will emerge after drinking. Drinking is philosophical. Preparing a lot of appetizers and drinking a cup of tea is the way to drink. A few peanuts, a plate of dried tofu, three or five friends, the world is all over. It's a good idea to drink alone until I raise my glass, ask the bright moon, bring my shadow and let the three of us. Regarding the excellent drinking method, in spring, you can drink acanthopanax bark in front of the azaleas in full bloom in the garden; In summer, I drink beer in the wild flowers on the tree; Autumn dusk, bamboo leaves boiled chrysanthemum, people drunk Haitang; In winter and cold season, facing the honeysuckle in the fence, make a pot of Daqu with wintersweet. These things have reached the point where there is nothing to drink. Of course, poetry can also be drunk. Yu Wenbao told a story in the Record of Blowing Sword after Poems in Past Dynasties, which mentioned that Su Dongpo once had a scene of a good Japanese song in Yutang. Dongpo asked, "How is my handwriting like Liu Qi (that is, Liu Yong)?" The curtain teacher said to him, "Liu Langzhong's words are only for 178 girls, holding red fangs and singing' Yang Liuan, the wind rises and the moon sets'. Bachelor degree, you must sing' Gone forever' in Kansai Han, Tongpipa and iron plate. "Dongpo cheated. This story can also be quoted to drinking. Read Li Qingzhao when drinking light wine. When drinking sweet wine, read Liu Yong; Drinking hard liquor is a big song. Others, such as Xin Qiji, want to drink sorghum and sip; Drink Daqu when watching songs; When reading Li Houzhu, it is best to cook ginger juice with Mazu wine until it is bitter. As for Tao Yuanming and Li Taibai, both colors are suitable, and both of them can enjoy fine products. Drinking pure wine naturally has a real taste, but other things in the wine also have their own taste. Fan Chengda mentioned in "Luan Jun Lu": "Panyu people make heart-shaped incense, but those who use jasmine flowers have not yet opened it, wearing thin agarwood and sealing incense layer by layer. Every day is easy, and they won't wait for the flowers to wither and fragrance. "I think the method of making jasmine fragrance is also the method of mixing wine. Sometimes you don't have to drink it directly, so that you can have the true taste of pure wine and the aftertaste that pure wine doesn't have. I have a friend who is good at making wine. When making wine, it is surrounded by osmanthus in autumn. After drinking the wine, Gui Xiang curled up like a masterpiece. When we read Tang and Song poems, we know that drinking is not easy. When we recall Li Bai's 100 poems about drinking, the momentum is like thunder, and the poems are like whales sucking hundreds of rivers, we can know that people who drink these days are really discouraged. Modern people pay attention to style rather than poetry when drinking. Yuan Mei mentioned a sentence by Yang Chengzhai in Poems with the Garden: "People who have never had talent love to talk about style, but they don't understand humor. Why? The style is empty-handed, descriptive, funny, dedicated, and the debate is not a genius. "Drinking and having fun in Qin Lou pub is a style that can warm the moonlight from last year to this year. Very humorous, very spiritual, and there are some talents in it. It is recorded in the Vimalakīrti Sutra that the goddess scattered flowers. Just as the Bodhisattva was giving a lecture to his disciples, the goddess appeared, spreading flowers between the Bodhisattva and his disciples. The flowers scattered on the bodhisattva fell to the ground, but the flowers scattered on the disciples stuck to it like Ah Q. The disciples were embarrassed and tried to keep it from falling. The fairy said, "Those who can't take the time to see the Bodhisattva have lost all their thoughts. For example, when people are afraid, non-humans will get it. If a disciple is afraid of death, color, sound, fragrance and taste are easily touched. People who leave fear are powerless to all five desires. I haven't finished my homework yet, I'm killing my time. You can't spend what you have learned. "This is not a matter of style, but a matter of spirit. Although Buddhists pay attention to wine, color and wealth, I feel that only when I drink to the extreme can I reach the realm of Buddhism. I'm thinking, if we can endure to change the floating name into shallow drinking and shallow singing, even if the goddess comes to scatter flowers, we won't fall into it, and the past will be forgotten and turned into a wisp of smoke. This is what Buddhists call the realm of penance and deep cultivation.

Reading Lin Qingxuan's books, there is always an indescribable emotion. Those quiet or passionate words have given me too much. Have to say, Lin Qingxuan's words are worth holding a cup of green tea to savor. Lin Qingxuan is an important essayist of the new generation in contemporary Taiwan Province. He pays attention to secular life with a bodhi heart and shows great compassion. His prose also shows the characteristics of simplicity, freshness and purity. Compassion is the emotional core of Lin Qingxuan, and compassion is the spiritual characteristic of his prose. Halal has become an important aesthetic style of his prose.

Prose creation is deeply influenced by Zen thought.

Lin Qingxuan's prose creation is deeply influenced by Zen thought, and such works often contain profound Zen meaning. Lin Qingxuan's prose is unique and has its own style. The value of his prose lies in that his writing can pay attention to all kinds of problems faced by modern people with a positive attitude of "joining the WTO", accompanied by humanistic care and thinking. His prose style is simple and fresh, smart and far-reaching, and can be colorful and ethereal.