Post Date December, 02 2023
Autumn should be great, if you were present!
A fallen leaf renders autumn;
A season of falling flowers has passed through vicissitudes of life.
A piece of maple red, leaves and trees falling, fluttering and rustling; A drop of autumn dew and a wisp of autumn wind cover up my mind and arrange for a glimpse of loneliness.
Cold autumn, cold morning, cold frost, cold fallen leaves; Warm feeling, warmth, warmth, warm years. Because I understand that everything is beautiful; Because of existence, warmth follows.
Carry a cup of chrysanthemum wine, title a maple leaf sorrow, drink a lonely residual red autumn. Sitting alone in this lonely autumn!
Flowers will not bloom in the coming year because of your estrangement; People will turn to strangers because of your missing.
Even if the water and mountains are exhausted and the leaves fall into nothing, the aging years can still be charming and graceful. Even though the years are hazy, we can still find the traces of those lost years in the west and east of the world.
In fact, many things are like the weather, slowly hot or gradually cold, until the surprise, it has already passed a season.
Sitting and gazing at the autumn scenery, gazing at a pool of autumn water, overlooking the red leaves of the Nanshan Mountains, and looking up at the clouds rolling and relaxing. The shadows of mountains, clouds, trees, and water overlap, and the pure and dustless autumn scenery gradually rises in my heart.
Some stories, except memories, nobody will stay; Some helpless, except for silence, no one will say; There are some things that no one can understand except themselves.
Who is listening to the beauty of knowing autumn through a leaf? Miss, like autumn leaves, falling into injury.
The autumn wind has blown the green of summer yellow, taking away the yellow leaves and bringing about new life. Autumn has gone and autumn has come, the seasons have changed, the cycle of life, longing for spiritual connection, recalling lost memories, alas This amorous autumn!
Yunshui Zen Heart has blossomed like a dream, fleeting years have blossomed elegantly on the tree of time, and years have left deep scars in the heart of time. Shallow encounters are quietly collected.
Look at the landscape of memory, surrounded by clouds and mist. A stream of water, a few birds call, a few flowers bloom and fall. The last thing I want to say is that the sea is over the mulberry fields, but still the fireworks in the mirror, the fleeting years have gone far
Pieces of fallen leaves, pieces of injury; Maple leaves, love. Maple leaves, dyed red in autumn. "One flower, one world, one leaf, one Tathagata, and life comes only once.".
The long love of that life, compose a song of everlasting longing for each other, how cold and desolate, how much green silk, how much smoke and rain, how many worldly feelings!
Whose words have been deserted by the fallen leaves, and whose thoughts have been swept away by the autumn wind. Who are you going to walk with this autumn? Who are your memories of this season.
In the hands of flowers, the veins of each leaf have a miracle, which records the trajectory of our lives. Some leaves fall and wither, some leaves regrow, and perhaps the same is true of people!
Only with a peaceful mind can one discover unexpected beauty.
