Autumn is a sorrow of falling leaves, but they are so quiet and peaceful.
In autumn, the fallen leaves embrace each other, hover and fly, completing the last chorus of life, resolutely rushing to the embrace of the earth, completing the last return of life.
The beauty of autumn makes people think more about life, and there are harvests and separations. Those leaves that are like butterflies dancing seem to respond to Zen. After dancing gracefully, they are like thorn birds piercing their body into thorn tree , completing the most beautiful masterpiece of life.
The autumn sun is just right, the grass swaying with dewdrops. I wonder if I miss the curiosity of the world, the desire for the sun, the rain, and the world when I grow up. Now, life is making its final bloom, and then it falls deep into the mud like flying leaves, waiting for the spring breeze to wake up in the coming year.
The past will eventually turn into eternity and become the most precious memory in life, sweet and bitter.
Tagore said: "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, death is as quiet as autumn leaves." He hugged a ray of autumn wind into his arms, picked up a silence and beauty of autumn leaves, calm and peaceful, without any distractions of the mortal world, quietly waiting to turn into soil and enter the next cycle of reincarnation.
can be thrown in the year, and the future is promising. I used to regard dreams as my horse and lived up to my youth. Now, a pure and clear beauty blooms in the depths of time and in the depths of my soul.
Every moment of life is a blooming romance. The once passion has turned into deep feelings. An autumn rain and a cold. After the splendor, life has become more quiet and beautiful.
Deep in autumn, looking back at the distance, how many separations and regrets have been taken away by time, and the ethereal drizzle of rain, with love, washes the autumn leaves, and feels the beautiful masterpiece of life in the chanting of Zen.
How many stories, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter are going on, I wonder if I can meet you this autumn.
When everything comes, I plant my words at the intersection of autumn, sing with autumn leaves, and nurture it in the splendid and deep pure land, so that you can read it when you come.
In autumn, there is the joy of dreams turning into reality and the melancholy of life leaving. Life may be like all things in nature, floating and ups and downs, full of temptation and hope.
It is getting late in autumn, and the longing that grows wildly under the sycamore tree is gradually worn away by the years. Only the falling autumn leaves are still missing the people hugging each other under the tree in a certain month.
The leaves of autumn fall on the earth, on the hands, and also fall in the heart, quietly falling in the eternal time. How many scenery of the passing years is gone, how many seas have become mulberry fields.
Su Shi "Previous Red Cliff Fu ": "The dead are like this, but they have never gone; the empty ones are like that, but the soldiers do not grow or grow." All things in the world go, come and go, and the torch passes on, the moon is full and the moon is declining, and it just starts over and over again.
The beauty of life lies in discovering that Buddhism says that appearance is born from the heart, and what you think in your heart will see what your eyes will see.
Just like this autumn, with a grateful heart in my heart and living in harmony with all things, don’t ask how much I think about this autumn? It's light and light for a long time. From autumn to autumn, we go with autumn. Even if we love autumn, we will cultivate the Zen mind, follow the circumstances and be calm and calm, even though we know that one day the dust will return to dust and earth will still bloom the gorgeous beauty of life without regrets.
