That is a disrespect for life, a desecration and insult to life.

by xugygngclr on 2012-02-24 11:08:12

"Originally there is no Bodhi tree, nor a platform of mirror bright," yet the flower before me is still that flower, still dancing gracefully. Is it laughing at me? Buddha comprehended Zen under the tree, but I can't even understand a single word, can I? To be broad-minded, how can I achieve that? Not chasing fame, not pursuing profit, not elated by external gains, not discouraged by personal losses - I can't do it, I simply can't!

Is life about having no desires, adapting to any situation? About accepting one's fate and not contending with the world? Should I suffocate the vitality of my fresh life with a cowardly mask? That would be disrespectful to life, a desecration and insult to it.

I don't understand, I don't know how to respect my parents, I don't know how to be independent, how to work and earn money.

Since the late seventies, the foot of the mine has seen new four or five-story buildings replace the old brick tile houses. The bamboo fences and firewood piles in front of the doors are hard to find now.

The love and hatred in life are like red leaves covering thousands of mountains and rivers, expressing the sentiments of the light they possess. From the middle of spring according to the lunar calendar, the sun becomes a wheel heating up as it rotates, its speed increasing and the heat becoming more intense.

I don't know what it means to be pitiful, to crush oneself. Simplicity, yet beautiful, doesn't need to be complicated. How tempting the suburbs are, many times I want to break free from the shackles of the city and go to the countryside to breathe even a trace of fresh air. Her confusion and passivity cannot prove she is a negative person; most of the time she is a cheerful and loving girl. Summer harvest and autumn sowing chase after seasonal timing, seizing the opportunities for life.

So I am still sitting in school, implying that I haven't yet seen through emotions, I'm not ready to leave the secular world. This happened two months ago.

We once cursed the long and cold winter nights, memories of various unforgettable events came back to me amidst the warmth and chill. Stories from the autumn waters made me speak alone in sorrow over the moon reflected in the water, fleeting moments of our past.

Red beans grow in the southern country, sprouting branches in spring. In those impoverished times, manure heaps could become platforms for spreading culture, something unimaginable today!

Behind the team department was the village's only industry workshop - the blacksmith forge. Wearing reading glasses, the blacksmith Mr. Tian and his apprentice swung their arms as if they had endless strength. The melody of hammering accompanied by sparks flying everywhere provided tools like knives, scissors, hooks, and hoes for the commune members. We children loved watching him shoe horses because he always gave us discarded horseshoe nails, which were props and stakes in our games.

Perhaps they have their reasons to act this way. When the book fair came, he sent me a text message and then turned off his phone. I guessed it must have been out of battery. Its high profits come from its high risks.

Determined to clean the world, life requires not just goals but also perseverance, to live a clean year. You lift your face, come on, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, since arriving in this colorful world with nothing.

It's fortunate that people all have two hands and two feet, otherwise, what would we do?

One night, I had to keep asking the gentlemen who repeatedly attacked my head to leave, and kept patting the bed and drawers to make some noise.

Every dinner time, I often walk into the classroom or dormitory, chatting with students to learn about their families, personalities, interests, discovering issues with them or around them, and promptly exchanging ideas to resolve these issues. When darkness completely invades the blood, I feel I can no longer see the former redness, great fear buried in my heart, like a jar of mixed flavors in my chest.

From "123", "upper middle lower population hand" to "aoe", I started my enlightenment here. At this moment, loneliness can no longer beg for happiness, it has become a small sin in the dark. He said he would wait for her, until she graduates.

Still winter, the sunlight shining on the body is already very hot.