Preface:
Every thought leads to action, leaving traces that can be known from the beginning to the end. When interacting with things, their appearance reveals their behavior, and their essence is contemplated like the hidden flow of frost and flying snow. It comes without showing its shadow, quietly rising, already feeling the fluttering. The vast expanse of silver stretches as far as the eye can see, flowing and shining. However, the ripples of thoughts are like the sudden rain and the startled wind, coming and obscuring the brows and eyes. From a single drop of water, it merges with the waves, gazing at the flying reds and the swaying greens and yellows. Going deeper and deeper into it, it becomes more and more profound. But every time I want it to be lighter and more tranquil, to be broken into segments. Therefore, I often think about it for a long time and write this article in vain, just to express these thoughts.
The words are as follows:
In the past, my emotions were always connected to my thoughts. When I advanced, I couldn't bear the depth of my thoughts. When I retreated, it was difficult to break away from my constant contemplation. The deep connection was established, and I sighed at the transformation of life and death. I deeply felt the pain of parting and embraced the depth of attachment. From a shadow to a final farewell, my brows and eyes were fixed. I longed for the eternal love of Xiao Shi and Nong Yu, and I regretted the eternal separation of Qin Jia and Xu Shu. Therefore, I always feared the mistake of a good relationship and feared the separation of emotional attachment. I didn't consider the autumn thoughts on my own, nor did I have any reason to freeze the white. So I often observed the desire to arise, and then wielded the sword to dispel the confusion. But every time I measured the possibility of a graceful appearance, I drove my thoughts away. However, I did not expect to encounter the mercy of heaven, and I still doubted whether the shared fate was deep. I met gracefully in the clear autumn of the past, and met gracefully in the secluded night of longing. Suddenly, I felt the bright moon in my constant thoughts by my side, and I suddenly felt the flying snow in my deep contemplation approaching. At this moment, the silver shadows have fallen beyond the reach of ordinary pens, and the essence has reached its limit. Even if the flowing clouds cover the moon and the drifting wind brings back the snow, it is still lacking a little. It is like the anticipation between the eyebrows at that time, like the loneliness in the arms of longing. It is like the fairy palace that has not been seen, and it is like the Yao Terrace that is about to appear. Every time I think of the anticipation, I unintentionally become graceful and gentle, and my thoughts are always elegant and tranquil. The joy of waking and sleeping cannot be counted, and the pleasure of day and night cannot be measured. I teach the three autumns to meet again, and it becomes like madness.
And when I think about the reason for self-attachment, it is not because of appearance. I think about the unintentional and the thoughts behind it, but I have never seen its face. The beauty of appearance and appearance is unparalleled, but it is difficult to last forever as time goes by. It is like a dream, like smoke, always like the high Tang of Han Gao. I regret that I can't reach it, and the years cannot be with it. I deeply feel the beauty of the red face and say goodbye to the mirror, and the beautiful flowers say goodbye to the trees. Every time I feel the warmth of spring, I always think of the fragrant heart of Huizhi, like the wind blowing the fallen leaves, and the spring breeze blowing through the school. And the wind and snow of the clear and bright jade bones, the leisure of the eighteen Hu Jia of Wen Ji, I observe the hidden gloom and comfort it with warmth, and I feel the covenant and sympathy and send it with warm words. I have arrived here, and it is difficult to write a few articles, and when I arrive at another place, I have not finished studying the fine ink. But I deeply feel fortunate to have the same heart, and I am deeply grateful for the wonderful method of this life.
When I pursue it, it is not about thoughts and intentions. I watch silently, holding hands without words, and looking at each other with a choked voice. But only with words and pens can we cherish each other, seeing the silk of life until it turns into ashes and the tears dry up. Only then can we express our feelings through poetry. And when I enter the gate of thoughts, frowning and smiling are all related to the strings of emotions. I am afraid that the colorful clouds will disperse easily and good dreams will be easily awakened. I am afraid that I will be lost in vain at that time and it will be difficult to catch up with this feeling. I always comfort myself with the way of Taoism, and I often pray to prolong it. It is clear that there is a predetermined number for the existence of destiny, and the path of the future is already there. When encountering each other, whether it is separation or dispersal, it is all waiting for the right time. And it is gradually approaching as it is measured. It is like the arrival of spring and the departure of autumn, and every time I measure this moment, I feel the unbearable yearning and the unattainable contemplation. I want to express this feeling, but I don't want to speak emotionally. I can only express my deep thoughts.
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