Every years

The wind whisked the sparse shadow past, the geese don't forest tip, a night of love, finally in the brightness of the early morning sun, gradually dissipated, the air, as if a trace of lingering taste, and parting, has been imminent.

　　If the wind is destined to be an unrestrained traveler, whose wandering footsteps always stop in faraway places, how can those branches and leaves that have danced wildly under the wind hold the wind's freedom? If the geese are destined to be just a seasonal visitor in the cold north, how can the thin branches and vines hold up a warm home?

　　When the thin autumn is over, the wind and leaves are entangled, and the warmth of the geese and branches are destined to be condensed into the next season's waiting by the sluggish west wind. I just don't know, when the spring flowers bloom, can there be the wind and the geese to return to the silent mountains?

　　It is always hoped that some unspeakable and unspeakable secret words can be carefully hidden, waiting for the wind of the year to blow up and give birth to a clear and joyful water to nourish the dwindling soul, thus also enriching the thickness of life, and in the step by step lotus flower, the heart is happy.

　　But, the news in the wind, suddenly southeast, suddenly northwest, there is also that quicksand, there is also that dust, a lot, gradually confused the path of bright.

　　The actual world has lost all of its color, and is only purely black and white. The actual fact is that the actual people are not only the most effective, but also the most effective. There was a time when I was outside the walls of my heart, surrounded by a hedge sparse, repair a corner of thatched silence, only to listen to the rain at night, quietly listening to the wind, not to speak of the red earth, not to love the hustle and bustle of the world, the heart in a thousand miles away, to keep the peace.

　　But, the years quietly turn, the sun and moon secretly change, when the four winds rise, do not realize that the earth has changed. The dream of the mountains and rivers is quiet, suddenly in a night of wind, withered into a cold mountain thin water model, when the corner of the eyes of the last touch of tenderness, by a line of west wind exhausted, I know, my heart, finally in the thin cold winter, lost.

　　You can see that my eyes are already getting bleak. So many of the wind and moon in front of me, such as a meteor fall, even if love clouds, but also the fingers, missed, weak light, can not light up, yesterday's face. A heart, full of copper green moss, old, decrepit.

　　The old year will pass, the wind continues to blow, the desolate night, the only remaining a thought drifting. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.

　　The actual fact is, after the search, it's still cold and clear, and after the day and night, it's still miserable and sad. The 108 pages of sutra scrolls read under the dry lamp, still can not penetrate a line of opportunity in the mortal world. If the bodhi has cause and effect, all worlds are empty, and why obsess, why do not understand?

　　 The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into. The actual fact is that you can find out how many times a woman can have a flower in her life. The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are willing to be a part of the world, but not a lot of people who are willing to be a part of the world, but not a lot of people who are willing to be a part of the world. The year, suddenly changed, the green shirt is still the same, the beauty is not the same as in the old days.

　　The actual fact is that you will have to admit that there are things that you want to clutch tightly once you hold them in your hands. Even if, this is not happiness, but the illusion of happiness. Even if it burns to ashes like a moth to a flame, what's the harm? After a hundred years, we are dust to dust, earth to earth. The actual fact is that you can get a pair of medicine for your lifetime. Pain, but also means a long time.

　　The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things. The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time.

　　The time between the fingers to leak, we are always in too much of a hurry, too late to stop and think about the meeting of the heart, can not look down slightly, secretly experience the joy of the first meeting.

　　You and I, in the chase of destiny, stumbling steps, will still remember, when first set out, those heart and hand, walk calmly vow. The first thing you need to do is to look back at the table, but see the past, such as the flowers in the dream, eyes fall, but also, a city of fireworks, half a world of sand.

　　And time, it has never betrayed, but all the way forward it, forget to wait for my thin soul, so that I stay in the old days, the heart, or then, that scene, that person. But, things are different, this situation is difficult for people, I am finally, and the world does not fit.

　　I am just passing through the red dust

　　For some time now, I have deliberately stayed away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and have intentionally avoided the disturbances of the human heart. I'm just standing far away from the autumn leaves are dying under the tung tree, look at a path to the far, look at a fence sparse hedge, look at a clump of artemisia slanting out, there are still two or three flower branches graceful, goose yellow pistil, enchanting. But, no more bees chasing, no more butterflies dancing, but who knows, for whom the flowers smell?