Bodhi millennium, prosperous 3000

Bodhi there is no tree, the mirror is not Taiwan, originally there is nothing, where to cause dust, the body is a banyan tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe frequently, do not cause dust.

-- inscription

Wen / Moyu

Through the time and space tunnel, sort out the venation of the world. Thousands of years ago, who left a Bodhi seed in the depths of prosperity? Thousands of years later, who is waiting quietly under the banyan tree, waiting for another Bodhi to fall into the world?

Fireworks pervaded, once upon a time, I seemed to be fascinated by this earthly prosperity. Think that young, can be unscrupulous, will be able to pull up flying youth, proud of the world of mortals. The night opens and the dawn wakes up. Under the scorching sun, who is wearing plain clothes brushing his sleeves, carrying a trace of obsession, and affectionately threatening to tread all over the world, solve the doubts of the previous life, and return the long-cherished wish of this life?

A hand raised, a pace, a stop, often whispered in the wind, folded flowers send shadow, the way to do long-term love. I am not a prodigal son, but I always regard myself as an affectionate person, thinking that at every corner, there is an unexpected meeting, having an affair with wind flowers and talking with the snow and moon. Loulan sit idle for a moment, waiting for my piano sound to fall, laugh and shake feather fan, full of a wisp of lingering, waiting for your greetings. Put down from the war, holding a jade hand Tianya as a companion, inseparable, who would like to?

Liuguang is ready to try, get up and always want to do something. Reach out, touch the edges and corners of time, and feel pain at your fingertips. I don't want to look at it carefully, maybe it's because of a mixture of joys and sorrows, or maybe it's because my mind is uneven, but no one wants to prune it for me. Also do not know when to start, prosperous and bleak, I will be stained with loneliness. Perhaps it is the years that urge people to grow old, slow down and frown. Alone in a corner, light an old incense, see the smoke around, I always believe in previous lives, but do not believe in fate, just want to pray silently in the depths of time, with a trace of piety to seek a lifetime of happiness.

Stop at the Wangchuan River, the dusk is light, the orange light is soft, and kisses the flowers on the other side. Fragrant sleeves, gently across the water, looking forward to your coming here to meet me. However, it was speechless and it was late, and the wild geese called for companions. Look up, hope the dusk sorrow to send the lone goose, the lone goose takes to the cloud paper, who writes the sincere feelings on the paper? Gently close your eyes, the soft movement in front of your eyes is still your old face, and the inscription in my mind is still my oath. This life is destined to be in love for a long time, why not look for you?

When the night was not yet young, a ray of breeze pulled up the moon curtain, so the Indus Building was dark, and the ancient road seemed lonely and long. Stepping on the faint afterlight, following the old blue board, I tossed around alone in the night, slightly lonely. Never let go of the chase, never changed hope, let me stumble, confused, I will always slowly move forward. Inadvertently, encountered several antique Loulan, drank a few green tea, although the road did not finish, but not lost in that dim lights.

The night is slowly late, perhaps tired, but also tired, want to light pillow a curtain of lazy sleep. As if a turn over, and saw you, graceful, graceful steps said and smiled to me. I want to be close, but you are far away for no reason, and finally disappear.

Sigh lightly, prosperous 3000, Bodhi millennium. It seems that the prosperity of the world has not come and one by one to see, then was Pudu went to the mountain temple Zen, meditation. Exposure to the landscape, can all be supercilious, leisurely and leisurely? I don't know, and I don't want to guess. But I believe that it is right to like peace, it is bound to make people less vulgar ideas, more Qinghuan.

When the flowers and leaves are broken, will it be inexplicably contaminated with another kind of sadness, a prophecy that is difficult to explain? No longer to speculate, the past, I only wish the quiet beauty of time, with a cloud and water Zen heart, to enjoy peace.