Le 17 juillet 2015, 08:09 dans Humeurs • 0
The rain outside the window still Ning, the sky is her laughter. Cold not the d a cool breeze blowing, a small piece of rain and fog wrapped them, standing in windowsill, either face or heart, really is summer the touch of cool. I love the rain, love her unbridled expression, her appearance must have the whole world almost all things foil can not be. If you stand in a piece of open space, she really will be your whole swept the, let you dripping feeling that ho gas field day. She may be put in your heart, ears, over and over again with you ramble about the sentences that shattered the hearts of the people, as if the sentence from the center of your heart and my heart, she just for you to speak, speak out and violently in the world.
It is a warm feeling to collide with the summer. Sometimes carnival, sometimes violent hiss, sometimes less acceptable, but unfortunately, you have to one bear, there seems to be no other choice. Collided with the rain, you will be forced to recall, last time is a few months things, you in the rain standing regardless of anything and forget, because completely is to extricate, because completely is really like. Summer rain, enough to make you the past are volatile in the air, he served as one of memories, or picking up. In short, the last is still almost forget. The world is a tangled, the most annoying emotional, only to forget, to eliminate mental pain, so that the body will be indistinct benefit.
Like the summer of the people, also be fond of lotus. The lotus pond full of lotus, all pro Life attitudes. Buddha: a bodhi, one world. If someone can settle down to come and see a pool of lotus flower form, then we will not hesitate to say: a pool of one world, one life. Oh, lotus pond if one oven, will all the joys and sorrows of life, love and hate parting are filled ran together, and then get pregnant raise and then give birth to a flower a flower Qinglian. There is no same body in the world, and there is no lotus in the pool. A lotus posture, body are each are not identical, looked carefully, don't like meandering in the world of mortals on the road, like ants do? Each lotus, from birth to reduced to aging and death, is not a complete life? If people can like me meditation to see, can be found, a flower is very much like his lotus in there tsetse independent, indifferent in lotus leaves.