Author: Qinghe Notes
Life is like tea, the heart is quiet and blessed,
A song of clear sound, purifies the dust heart,
Green sandalwood incense, Sanskrit sings lightly,
Time is silent, but the deepest affection!
Time is quiet, and the four seasons are changing . We use our knowledge to give time quiet and beautiful. October, the humanistic scenery along the way enriches the foundation of our lives. In the past, the small words written word by word have become the most beautiful memory in the old days, with the taste of falling flowers over the years, giving the once undying affection.
A song of clear sound, purifies the dust heart . Autumn is the richest, most luxurious, warmest and most exaggerated season in the four seasons of life. And this autumn also makes me so transparent. Whether you come or not, fate has already spread the picture. If you pick up a piece of Zen, one day you will write happily through the years.
The heart has agarwood, calm and elegant . In the depths of autumn, a quiet heart keeps the pure joy alone is a kind of accumulation and precipitation in the heart. This flower, this rain, this time, makes the days of cherishing every day have always been beautiful, just because of this silent and warm companionship. We meet shallowly, cherish each other deeply, and I hope that the time at my fingertips will nourish my cloud and water Zen heart.
Green sandalwood incense, the Sanskrit sound sings . The ethereal Zen sound disturbs thoughts on the night when the autumn wind blows, and leads memories to grow. Let the waiting dye the Buddha's compassion and accompany you safely. One day, the years will fade away all the prosperity and enthusiasm, return to the original posture of life, detailed and concise, pure white.
Flowers bloom in all seasons, each with fragrance . That story frozen in time is like the petals falling in the season, the city is filled with faint fragrance. I love lotus only in my life, and I go all the way to the world. This simple understanding is the chapter I have pursued for my whole life. For the rest of my life, I will keep my elegance and clarity, watch the flowers bloom and quietly watch the flowers fall.
Life is like tea, your heart is quiet and blessed . In your spare time, you always like to find a quiet corner to sit down, make a pot of tea, pour it yourself, drink it yourself, and let the fragrance of tea permeate the whole room. In autumn, a clear sound, a lotus picture, a pot of light tea, and a stove of fireworks, let time become warm and Zen, and will eventually warm up everything.
Pick up and write the tenderness of the book , dip it in a stroke of ink fragrance, blend the time like a flower blooming into words and collect it. From beginning to end, I like to write some of the most sincere words with my most sincere heart, remembering the bright reds of my ordinary passing years. In life, those joys at fingertips will eventually be entangled in the heart.
The heart embraces everything, and joy is always in . The small words love are hearts, outlining the elegance of a landscape. When you write, you will feel warm, and there is also the smell of a lotus blowing on the sun. I think of it, following the wind and water, from the reeds to the vastness, and you are the warmest meter of sunshine in my life. I only wish that the ink is a poem, and the words are a painting, so that the sunshine and the brightness is warm all the way.
Time is silent, but the deepest affectionate . The silent understanding has already made the heart feel enlightened. Keeping the warmth of a window, I often forget my worries and regrets. In my eyes and eyebrows, there are only some of the current little joys left. On the autumn night, light a stick of incense, recite a scripture, promise a piety, and the heart is filled with a faint Zen Sanskrit sound...
October golden autumn, welcome to visit, the small window is faint wind, half of the lotus shadow, busy work, poor return visits, please forgive me, thank you for reading, Qinghe wishes you everything goes well...
