Stop-and-go, ink, such as the pedestrian in the mountains, on the way, still walked blithely. Word waves, such as your mind is still, centering idle gas, ingenious, such as the old monk sitting, become motionless, the heart is facing the sea, bloomy spring Miniso.

Vast blue quiet lake, the broad grassland, the endless sea, into the bottom of the pen, life, between activity.

Like plain and neat, alone, with a thin old post, closely studied in the word. Clear is the color of the word, a row, such as a girl, going out of the mighty mountain, but you couldn't see a tiny bit tacky, turns out to be like that, and have to take it out to hurt it. In the flowing water, birds, every post is full of natural vitality, zen, not withered zen, but see the color in the air, see empty in color.

Ancient poems in, just like a ray of sunshine, always can penetrate the dark of time and space, sprinkle the light of the spirit to be near each of its soul. Read the ancient poetry, and the ancient language, has been to combined with the ancients, heart began to have reiki immediately and fully clear up Miniso.

"A peak of poetry, there are deep zen. All the best words, there are traces of the Buddha. Buddhist scriptures in every word, every word, is a statue of Buddha, every, is the language of the Buddha. The spirit of Buddha, penetration, meanwhile, devoid of the fireworks, put out the desires, when alive, only one eye, then on, stop.

I am a quiet person, also is like cold and clear, even in this world, dance to madness, nor to quiet the self. See clear spring water, every time want to close to it. Every time look up at the clear, blue sky, always watching for a long time. As if their is a drop of water in the spring, the sky a wipe, accidentally fell out, into the world of mortals Miniso .

I am very love ice and snow, like snow in the quiet, like the cold snow, like snow cold romantic, pure flame. Ice and snow, heart go to where, won't be buried by the fire.

The qinghai-tibet plateau, that spans the ages of ice and snow, into the bosom, melts into the frame, I could enjoy cool air in the fire.

Red like fire, the heart is like ice, life is between ice and fire. Fire, sentient beings; Ice, also weep.

Something that flows in the world, too much, the same thing too little. Love, like fire, burning, destroyed; Love like water, come, go. Edge, such as sand, catch is too tight, also along the fingers, the wind blows. Always look pretty, light water, learn in view of turbidity in the qing dynasty, in the daily, always empty his heart, quiet, quiet again. Let the body and mind and the world of mortals disappear together, become empty, empty.