Life is a constant practice
The bag on my back is sometimes light and sometimes heavy
It is doing subtraction, and it is doing addition
Let go of things that should be let go
I also let go of things that shouldn’t be carelessly
The
that returns to the palm of my hand is a profound memory.
There is no time limit for reunion.
Maybe we can see a white horse running at once.
In a blink of an eye, we cover our eyes.
Ask __ Guess who I am. The road through the
world is both familiar and unfamiliar.
The fragrance of the flowers is not the
grass and catkins of the past. It is not the
plant of the past. The stars are bright, and it is not the counting of the
. Everything seems like the past, but not the past.
Tears flowed all over the ground
Who is lonely and frowning, who is stranded waiting
The night is so quiet
The years are calm
Flowers bloom one by one, and fall one by one
Today I met a pond of lotus
The pond is covered with lotus leaves, The sporadic lotus flowers shyly
Did it bloom late, or have they bloomed
The years are so quiet that I can’t wait to grow old together
Spring flowers and autumn fruits, warm winters and cool summers
Feel the depth of ruthlessness slowly
Accept it calmly, without being surprised by honor or disgrace
The falling flowers chase the water, and the falling leaves know the autumn.
The people who listen to the story have long grown up and mature.
Sophistication is a common fault of people.
The setting sun is half nostalgic, half sad. In the memory of time
Waiting, searching, pursuing
Who is lonely and frowning
Who is stranded and waiting
Time is a wisp of clear smoke, drifting away and disappearing
The world of mortals is a dream, waking up is empty
You are still a branch The heartbeat between the fancy
eyebrows
is the deep thought when the snow falls on the temples
Looking at the distance
is the laughter from the sea
is the joy after drinking coffee and wine
2022.6.30
