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Chapter 7

[Chinese] Bingxin
Thousands of days in the mountains, the mountains and pine shadows overlapped thousands of times, the worldly affairs were subtracted from the head, and the feelings gradually invaded, and the crystal-clear mind was filtered.

The green hills under the moon in the forest tonight are incomparable!As if in case, it can only be said that she is a quiet girl who looks like Juanjuan. Although she is bright and beautiful, she is not flamboyant;

In the flowing brilliance, everything loses its color: the pine forest is thick black, the sky is white, and the boundless snow field is actually light blue.The universe formed by these three colors is full of serenity, elegance and solemnity; the middle is overflowing with a sad spirit, all words and characters are lost, and it is almost impossible to stare at and grasp!
Tonight's forest is definitely not suitable for generals to hunt at night - those horses riding turbulently, called Fengsheng, will trample on the smooth and fine snow; the blossoming fire and cold iron armor will be confused. Calm moonlight.

It is not suitable to have a picnic in the forest tonight—the noise and laughter in the firelight, the mess of cups and plates, will startle the birds in the trees; The world of poems of resentment and admiration.

In the woods tonight, it is not suitable to say goodbye to a friend, and to exhort and whisper—the sadness is enough, and the language is weak; but the depression, lingering, and self-contained emotions are always too "human" and not suitable for this crystal snow. month, the empty mountains and forests.

In the forest tonight, it is not suitable for a nobleman to wander around and beauties are hidden—even if there are good sentences to be found and good news to enjoy under the moon in the forest, but in the mist and mist, only the whirling of ideas is allowed, and no characters are allowed to embellish.

I leaned on the pillow and meditated in every possible way, and suddenly a thought turned around, and I felt sad...

The green hills tonight are only suitable for these girls, these sick girls who lean on their pillows and watch the moon!

If I can fly in the middle of the moon and look down, the winding corridors up and down the mountains, the snow color invades the outside, and the moonlight invades the snow-clean quilt, pressing the exquisite eyebrows.In this promenade: everything is silent, everything is broken, like the sorrow of water, like a silk dream, there is a sense of mystery, there is enlightenment, there is prayer, there is confession, there are thousands of words...

Thousands of days in the mountains, the mountains and pine shadows overlapped thousands of times, the worldly affairs were subtracted from the head, and the feelings gradually invaded, and the crystal-clear mind was filtered.At this time, even if you are stubborn and dull, you have to think about everything, let alone these women who think deeply and think well?
The past is like looking at the flowing water - the soul of the country travels under the moon, or in the Roman Forbidden City, next to the decaying columns, or on the Great Wall, on the broken battlements; or on the Jordan River, or in the city of Mecca or cross the Rhine, or fly over Los Angeles;Only she knows!

Those who come are like looking up to a high mountain - wandering on the impoverished road for a long time, maybe tomorrow, maybe this year, they will unravel the fine net of disease, and gently try to knock on the iron gate of death!
The heavenly mud plow, let her imagine: Is it flooding into the lotus pond of seven treasures?Is it to pay homage to the White Jade Emperor?Is it joy?Is it timid?There is a reunion in the sky, there is nostalgia in the world, there are unfinished things that can be done, and there are wishes that will be real but still empty; Is it not just for me?Reaching all living beings, life is great!
All of these are integrated with the infinite life, the moment, the moment, the light flowing in the universe at this time and this place, it is sorrow, it is enlightenment, it is already faint, transcendent and holy.

Almighty God, how blessed am I?What am I to blame?
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Heart mark notes
This is a homesick song with profound artistic conception. Bing Xin, who was studying abroad at the time, was recuperating from illness. With her deep attachment to her homeland and relatives, she gently plucked the strings of the past.The beautiful nostalgia is like a stone accidentally dropped into the pool, causing slight soft waves, so the past is like a circle of water ripples, gradually rippling away.

At the moment of "fantasy", sorrow and illusory are merged into infinite life, deeds and desires gain eternal life, and those who have been lingering on the impoverished road for a long time will suddenly be enlightened and fully enlightened.The brilliance flows in the universe, the worries about the past, the sorrow for the past, all of a sudden, like a diffuse cloud, rising curlingly, transcendental and refined, reaching a new supreme realm.

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